“The Quarterback Shoved My Little Sister — He Didn’t Know Her Brother Had Just Returned From a Black Ops Deployment”

behind my back, the metal digging into my wrists. I’m not in a holding cell yet—they’re waiting for actual police to arrive for official arrest and transport. Mrs. Higgins sits behind her desk looking at me with obvious disgust, like I’m something unpleasant she stepped in. Officer Miller stands by the door, arms crossed, playing the protective guardian.continue reading …