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[indent][indent]It was no secret that he wasn't exactly the most liked guy. He didn't call the girls he dated back and when he did, he wasn't exactly the nicest about it. Kavi knew he wasn't perfect. Despite everything people said about him, he still thought he was a decent guy at best. He wasn't a jackass like Santiago. Now, if you were to compare notes, Kavi's misdeeds wouldn't even pale in comparison. All of the times he had let a girl down [i]easy[/i] would be a blessing than how [code]Diablo[/code] goes from one trash can to another. At the least, he could say that how he treated people was a step above Santiago Fernandez. 

So, then if that was truly the case, why did Kavi not only get a full cup of punch tossed on him, staining his new suit, but after moments of having to sit with that, the victim of Ariel's mean right straight. He didn't understand it. Their date was great. He couldn't say much about the tease, Nadia, but he treated Ariel as nice as any man would, but apparently not telling her about his Friday plans last week was a red flag? Okay, Kavi understood that much, but did she really have to punch him? It wasn't like he had done anything to her [i]tonight[/i], well not texting her, but that was it! He did nothing to deserve such a brutal showing of her rage.

[color=teal]"Fucking A!"[/color] Kavi roared out.

His nose was a bloody mess. Slowly, drops of deep maroon permanently stained his suit. Pain surged through his entire face and his hair, which had been groomed with the perfect amount of gel and hairspray was effectively ruined and that wasn't even mentioning the crowd that had gathered around and near him. They must have been loving it. Yes, Kavi knew some of them and he knew they were satisfied by his current predicament. And why wouldn't they? Some of the faces he saw were the same ones that he tormented almost daily. He saw some of the nerds, the goths, and even the one he has, on several occasion, used as an armrest. [i][color=teal]You have to be loving this.[/color][/i]

Kavi's foul mood didn't show any signs of dissipating as he let out a low grunt when certain onlookers gawked at him. It wasn't until he started to throw a tantrum, tossing over the beverages table, causing the crowd to disperse as if fleeing from a mad man. 

"Mr. Salvador, are you okay?" Asked Mrs. Gonzales, one of the chaperones. She seemed concerned.

[color=teal]"I'm fine. go bother one of those losers."[/color] He pointed to the group of nerds eying Kavi warily.

She didn't seem convinced. "You're bleeding. Let me help you," she offered, approaching him.

[color=teal]"I said I'm [b][i]fine[/i][/b]. Just leave me the hell alone!"[/color] Came Kavi's erupting response. 

And off he went, away from the chaperones, the dance, and just about everyone who was getting on his last nerve. 

Kavi began walking towards the parking lot. As he was steadily approaching it, something hit him. He was leaving without April. [color=teal]"Son of a bitch!"[/color] He cursed, though it was far from being under his breath. He punched the wall next to him and on top of having a broken nose, his left index, middle, and ring finger knuckles were now bleeding. [color=teal]"This night can't possibly get any worse?"[/color]

"Kavi Salvador?" He heard a voice from behind him.

[color=teal]"Yeah, who's asking?"[/color] He slowly turned around and what he saw really made what happened to him no more than ten minutes ago seem like a welcome experience. What he saw in front of him was, as he ran the punch-moistened hair through his hand, the very definition of a sour apple on top of his shit pie. [color=teal]"Officer,"[/color] he said as if he had accepted the knock-out punch coming his way. [color=teal]"How can I help you?"[/color]

"You are Kavi Antonio Salvador, son of Nikai Parata, owner of the Ferrari outside?" The officer asked him.

Kavi stood there for a moment. He was trying to figure out when exactly this night went wrong. Was it when he forgot to text both Nadia and Ariel? Or maybe it was egging Diablo on by dancing with his on-again, off-again April. Perhaps it was not being a better guy and indulging in some not-so-legal practices. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but surely his actions haven't brought him to this moment where he knew everything was going to change.

[color=teal]"I have a feeling you're going to arrest me, so I'm just going to say this now."[/color] He paused as he coughed, clearing his throat. [color=teal]"I'm not saying anything until I see my lawyer."[/color]

What came next was straight out of a syndicated episode of Cops: Kavi was forced against the very wall he punched, his arms were placed over his head as the cop searched him, and the cop proceeded to cuff him one wrist at a time while repeating the same old line all police officers say.

"Kavi Salvador, you're under arrest for reckless driving, fleeing from a police vehicle, and in possession of a stolen vehicle. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you desire an attorney and cannot afford one, an attorney will be obtained for you before police questioning."

And throughout the entire time the police officer was saying that and walking Kavi down the walk of shame, he kept repeating the same phrase over and over again.

[color=teal]"I want my lawyer. I want my lawyer. I. Want. My. Law. Yer."[/color]

In response, Kavi was placed in the backseat and the police car he was in took off. It left the Crown Heights Country Club and Kavi Salvador had a personal police escort to the Palm Beach Police Department.

What a cherry topper to a magnificent night, right?[/indent][/indent]

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