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The Devil in Polo

"Maybe I got addicted to the rush of the fast life."

By Arielle MariePublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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Maybe I got addicted to the rush of the fast life. The adrenaline flowing through my body was something a girl from a prestigious upbringing couldn't get enough of. Some might suggest I walked a tight rope my whole life. Never living on the edge...and how could I? With the family I was born into there was no concept of fun or adventure. My amusement was the hour I was allotted once a week to go on trainer free rides with my horse. The rest of my days were compiled with scheduling by my debutante mother. School from this hour to that, Violin till sometime to another, studying, reading, yoga, etiquette classes, pageants, riding lessons and fencing. I was only aloud enough time to be the perfect daughter my parents dreamed about.

Needless to say as I sat handcuffed in the back of this police car I hadn't become much of the "ideal" girl they'd spent every waking second planning for. I was ashamed of myself, shaking in fear...petrified of my fathers reaction in finding out his precious gem was pretty scuffed up. I was embarrassed of explaining myself to the judge in front of my family when I'd be on trial in weeks to come. Confessing to possession and smuggling drugs...I mean that alone would all be overwhelmingly shocking for my parents to hear. Then finding out that the days I'd "slept over Jenny's house" I had really been in other states doing deals for the one boy they had warned me about. The one the PTA spent early morning meetings venting of his influence to the school.

As I felt the cold cuffs digging into my skin I thought back to when it all started, when I met Derek. The Charlie Sheen of my high school acknowledged my existence for the first time in the three years we attended school together. He transferred to my private school when he'd been expelled from every other one in the state. He was a handsome trouble maker and every girl he'd ever encounter fell under his blonde hair, blue eyed spell. His family made too much money and allowed him a great amount of it for his age. All he did was occasionally visit the firm, answer some calls, and file some paper work. He grew tired of betting the money, blowing it in poker tournaments and underage drinking. When we met he was on a mission to find new means of entertainment. Something to fill the empty void.

I had no idea what road Derek was leading me down, but when he had invited me out with him I couldn't say no! Every girl scribbled "Derek" with hearts in their binders, whispered his name in the halls, gawked with awe when he would pass by, and he chose me! The quite over achiever no one paid mind to unless they needed answers to the tests or homework.

If looks could only kill that first day that my classmates watched me get into his convertible I wouldn't be in this mess. Confidentially I loved the whispers, the rumors...being with him made me feel famous. He introduced me to his friends from other schools who were exactly like him: rich kids neglected by both hard working parents. I was nothing like them, I was smothered in attention from my own. Spending time with them made me feel important, I'd never been part of a group of actual friends. They were all so fascinated by my "purity" or my goodness. They'd take me to raves and clubs...fed me drinks, drugs and clothing my father would never approve of.

For months I had thought of every excuse in the book as to why I would be home late. I started lying about attending my after school classes. I had even made up an archery class that I was taking on Saturday evenings. On the first of every month my mother would give me $200 for these made up classes I was taking. I'd give it to Derek that same day. He'd pull me in hard, kiss my forehead, and flash his perfect smile saying, "Good job sport."

One thing led to another and we as a group had started our business, evidently landing me here in this current predicament. Half way across the country with a truck full of illegal things. I listened outside the car as the officer handcuffed Derek, "You have the right to remain silent..." his rights were being read.

Two more police cars rolled up to the scene and got out of their cars as well. The officer who had arrested me starts laughing with his pals. I listened to his muffled voice, "...and to think I was just pulling these two kids over for a busted tail light right? So the next thing you know Willie Nelson over there rolls down his window, and now I'm getting high from the fumes. Tom over there checks the car...and boom the DEA's been after these guys for almost a year. They're gonna have a field day when they find out we finally got them in custody."

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