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Matthew glared at the other in suspicion, already feeling the stress build up in his shoulders. “What are you doing here, Jones? Aren’t you supposed to be under house arrest?” he said sternly, crossing his arms.
Jones returned the glare once he saw who it was, letting out a light laugh at the Matthew’s comment. “Hah. Always funny, aren’t ya?” He rolled his eyes. “That was a year ago.” He rose an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be in prison?”
“That was for half a year,” he hissed, leaning back slightly. “For bailing you out in the fucking first place… that’s the last time I ever help you cover your tracks.” He narrowed his eyes, uncrossing his arms and stuffing them in his uniform pockets, looking around warily. “If it hadn’t been for that stunt I would still have the same job, you asswipe,” he muttered angrily.
He chuckled, swinging his bat over his shoulder. “You gotta admit that it was a shitload of fun though. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy coverin’ up my tracks.” He rose up his glasses atop of his head and winked at him.
He chuckled, swinging his bat over his shoulder. “You gotta admit that it was a shitload of fun though. Don’t pretend...
“That was for half a year,” he hissed, leaning back slightly. “For bailing you out in the fucking first place… that’s...
glare once he saw who it was, letting out a light laugh at...Matthew’s comment. “Hah....
