Pullover
The two teens blasted Perry Songz, one of their favorite R&B artists, on their way to the concert. Starting at sixty dollars apiece, the male of the pair, Jackson Good, worked hard so that he could pay for both he and his girlfriend Katrina Raymond, could attend. Jackson was a young biracial man of seventeen with a confidence that was contiguous. It was a power Jackson tapped into when he wanted something to happen. It was how he attained the tickets, his girlfriend, his car, and nearly everything he worked for. Time and again it had yielded good fruit, but like most things in the world his confidence had its cons. It was his confidence that was the envy of most and sometimes it earned him enemies, most notably Katrina’s brother. Jackson tolerated him so long as he left them alone, which he was good about.
Katrina was the same age as Jackson, except two months younger. She being the shy one of the pair would often let Jackson do all the talking, especially when he talked about her medium length blonde hair. She was sure to get in some good humor on what she called, afropuff hair, so that the compliments would be even. Though completely opposite, the pair worked it out for two years.
“Girl I can’t believe this day is finally here!” Jackson excitedly exclaimed.
“I know yes!” Katrina responded in kind. “Thank you so much for working so hard for this! I know our friends are going to be jelly!”
Jackson smiled and glanced at her for a quick moment then placed his eyes back on the road. The sun was setting, giving a beautiful reddish glow to the sky as it slowly withdrew behind the mountains. Since the pair had left early, Jackson deduced that they would arrive right when the sun fully set.
As Jackson made a right turn he was filling the excited course through his body. So much so that he didn’t the police car flashing red and blue behind him until Katrina informed him.
“Oh shit!” he shouted, feeling his excitement vanish. He slowly pulled over, unbuckled his seatbelt and removed his wallet.
“Were you speeding?!” Katrina asked as her mind raced to remember every law she knew. Katrina had studied some law as a hobby and had even rehearsed some scenarios with herself in case she would have to deal with police. Sadly though, her mind came up blank in the fear of getting a ticket or perhaps even arrested. True they were seventeen, but you never knew with police.
“The speed limits 65,” he told her as he placed his hands on the wheel, watching the officer exit the car and began approaching his own. The headlights and the flashing lights prevented the teens from seeing the officer.
When the officer finally approached the car, they could see that it was a tall female officer who appeared to be in her mid-forties. Jackson could also see that she was a brunette and appeared to be well-toned. His mother had taught him to jot down every detail within his memory and to remain calm around police and other situations. The officer tapped on the window and Jackson pressed the button that allowed the window to roll down completely.
“Hello officer,” Jackson said nervously. He felt embarrassed having this happen in front of his girlfriend. The officer wore a stern look about her face, as if she were not happy to see two teens out at sunset.
“Mind telling me where you’re going and why you were going ten miles over the limit?”
Jackson was stunned but he knew for a fact that he was going the speed limit. This officer was lying her ass off. He also knew that screaming his head off would get him nowhere so he said; “Officer I was going the speed limit, I put my car in cruise control to make sure.”
Katherine was looking at the officer and was suddenly as calm as Jackson was. She figured that she should let him handle the situation and would not speak unless spoken to.
“Really? So now I’m lying then?” the officer asked almost harshly.
“I didn’t say that officer,” Jackson said. The officer flashed her flashlight in the back of his car and saw a plastic bag. Within it was a case of soda, chargers, and a box that couples buy whenever the urge arose. She gave a light huff and turned her attention back to Jackson.
“Step out of the car please and come to my car.”
Jackson’s heart raced madly. He did nothing wrong so why leave the car?
“Why officer?”
“Just get out of car I won’t ask again,” she said sternly. Katherine, who sat in the passenger seat gave a slight laugh as she covered her mouth. Jackson looked at her and returned the laugh and gave the ok sign as he shut off the car and took the keys with him. Katherine unbuckled her seatbelt and peered back to watch what was going on. The officer seemed to be chatting with Jackson, about what she could not tell, but it didn’t seem like he would be getting a ticket, which was good because the concert would start soon. The officer followed Jackson back to his car, handed him back his driver’s license and leaned in the driver’s side of the car.
“Now then Jackson Good, you and your lady have a good time and remember what I told you.” Her voice was calm and less stern than before. “And here’s a little something extra just in case you need it.” She handed the teen a fifty, which he gladly took and placed in his wallet.
“Thanks mom,” Jackson said. “By the way this is kinda embarrassing.”
“I wanted to make sure you knew what to do son,” she said. “Also I hope that girl beside you is treating you right. If not I’ll have to arrest her.” She laughed, looking in Katrina’s direction.
“Oh he’s in good hands Mrs. Good,” Katrina responded with a smile.
“Yes I’m in good hands mom, we’re going to be late can we go now?”
The officer shook her head.
“Not until you let me give you some love,” she said. She leaned in and gave Jackson a kiss on the check then ruffled his hair a bit. “Love you. Bye boy and you two be safe.”
“Love you too mom. Can you have that alfredo ready for us when we get back?”
“It’ll be in the fridge,” she said as she withdrew from the window. She got back into her car and drove away after waving. Jackson looked at Katrina with an embarrassed look about him.
“Yeah, cause that just happened.”
“I found it kinda funny, getting pulled over by your own mom. At least it was her and no one else. Besides, at least she doesn’t care what we’re going to do after the concert.”
Jackson didn’t respond but only smiled as he started the car once again. Soon, the pair were off to enjoy themselves.
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