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heart attack. I can’t get a hold of that kind of money.”
    “How much is it?” she asked, curiously.
    “1500 bucks.”
    “Shit, isn’t that kind of steep?”
    “I don’t really know what they are charging him with.” He ran a hand through his hair, seeming stressed.
    “So Beck’s dad is okay with just letting him sit in jail? He’s going to miss school.”
    “Yep.”
    “That’s dumb. Hey, you know...I can post his bail.”
    “Oh no, you’re not.”
    “Um, that would be my choice, not yours. Besides, it would technically be my dad’s money anyway. It’s not a big deal. I’d probably get it back, right?”
    “No, because you’re not posting it.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I’d get it back when the case is over.”
    He shook his head. “Beck would pay you back right away.”
    “Cool, just let me make a phone call. We’ll have to go to the bank too.”
    “Car—”
    “Do you want him to stay in jail or something?”
    “No, but he’s not going to be happy about you getting him out.”
    “Too bad,” she said and called her dad.
    An hour later, they were at the jail, handing over a wad of cash to the cashier behind the counter. The jail was just a local one so it wasn’t very big. Once the bail posted, Beck came from a door in the back. When he saw them, his face went from expressionless to an angry frown.
    “Told you.” Anderson nudged her.
    Car couldn’t help but smile a little, slightly amused. The officer took Beck’s handcuffs off, giving him his wallet and car keys before leading him to the door to join them in the waiting area.
    He didn’t say anything, just glared at her.
    Car looked around uncomfortably.
    “Hey, man, how was the big house?” Anderson asked, trying to hide a smile.
    “What are you doing here?” Beck snapped.
    “Uh, posting your bail, duh,” Anderson replied.
    “You didn’t post it. She did.”
    “Hello, I’m standing right here,” Carmondy said.
    Beck ignored her.
    “How do you know it wasn’t me?” Anderson asked.
    “Because you don’t have 1500 bucks.”
    “True.”
    “What—” Beck stopped talking as the door to the jail opened and a middle-aged man Car recognized as his father entered and went straight to the front desk without noticing them.
    “Good evening, Mr. Nicholson, not here to post bail, I hope?” the woman behind the desk asked.
    “No, but I would like to speak with my son for legal purposes. I am representing him in court.”
    “Your son’s bail has been posted.”
    The man turned red. “What? By who?”
    The woman pointed past him, to Anderson. The man whipped around and pinned his son with a glare.
    “What the— you got your friends to post your bail? How did you— you only had one phone call.”
    “Yeah, which I wasted on you,” Beck pointed out.
    The man took a step toward Beck and held up a finger. “You needed to learn a lesson, young man, you can’t just—”
    “I told you why I did it,” Beck cut him off.
    “The reason doesn’t matter.”
    “The fuck it doesn’t.”
    “I can’t believe you’d go to your friends to bail you out. Couldn’t handle a little time? What kind of sissy—”
    “Shove it.”
    “Well, don’t think you are welcome at my house tonight. Just because you got out of jail doesn’t mean you can come home.”
    Beck didn’t respond but his face cleared of any emotion.
    “Oh, and I had your car impounded,” the man almost teased. “And the impound lot is closed, so I guess you’ll have to wait till tomorrow to get it back.” The man left without another word.
    Car looked at Anderson, at a loss for words.
    “Uhh, no big deal. Beck, you can stay at my place. You know my couch is...err...not available right now but maybe—”
    “You shouldn’t have let her post my bail,” Beck said harshly.
    “You woulda missed school, practice, possibly our first game without that practice under your belt.”
    “I don’t—”
    “Hey, now.” Anderson clapped him on the shoulder. “How