Bad Cop // Dreamnotfound

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George's pov

My phone rings as I'm driving along the quiet road, I grab my phone from the passenger side of the car and pick it up.

"Hello?" I say, "george, you need to get here now!" Karl says into the phone, "jeez, I'm on my way" I say, "why? What's happening?" I ask, "you know Chloe?" Karl asks, "What'd she do?" I smile, "she fucked someone guy on the coffee table infront of everyone" karl laughs, I laugh too, "and a bunch of guys went into the bathroom to jerk off together, this place is a total whore house" karl says, "ew, gross, I'm not sure I wanna come anymore" I say, "if you don't come right now I'm going to pick you up and force you to be here" karl says, "im-"

I hear a cop car siren behind me.

I look in the review mirror, "I'm getting pulled over" I say, "is it clay?" Karl asks, i squint my eyes to get a better look in the mirror, "yes" I sigh pulling over, "good luck" karl laughs and hangs up.

I wind down the window and wait for clay, the person I hate most in the entire world, walk up to my window, "oh great, you have a reason to ticket me with timw" I roll my eyes, "park that attitude pretty boy" he answers opening my car door and pulling me out of the car, "hey! You can't yank me out of my own car?!" I say, "I can do whatever I wany" he smirks letting go of my arm.

"You aren't going to that stupid party are you?" He asks, "it's wilbirs girlfriends birthday, I have to, she invited me" I say, "your late to it" he says, "is being late a crime too now?" I ask, "no, but talking on the phone while your driving is a crime, sweetheart" he smirks, "whatever" I roll my eyes.

He looks over me for a second, "you still have that asshole boyfriend?" He asks, "that's personal and none of your buisness" I say, "do you?" He asks, "he's not an asshole, you only hate him because he punched you" I say, "he treats you like shit" clay laughs, "he doesnt" I roll my eyes.

"Whatever" he says, something about just standing here isn't so bad, even though I hate him.

"Are you gonna give me a ticket or something?" I ask, "when are you gonna realize he's fucking girls behind your back?" Clay asks, I stare at him, "your such a asshole" I say, "no, I'm being honest, you need to give up on him and find someone who treats you better" he says, "why do you care anyway" I say annoyed, "because your getting hurt" he says more quieter, "and I'm supposed to watch out for people getting hurt, that'd my job, love" he says.

I stare up him until my phone rings, I open my car door to check it.

It's my boyfriend.

I stare at the screen, "can I go or not?" I loom back at clay, he steps towards me, I step back, pressing my body against the car.

"He's not going to get any better, stop thinking he is, your going to get yourself in deep shit, he'll ruin you like he ruined everyone else hes ever layer a hand on" clay whispers.

My eyes move to his lips briefly, "it would be such a shame to see a pretty face like yours hurt" he adds then leans down and kisses me.

On the lips.

Clay, the man I hate, the man that hates me, kisses me, and I kiss back.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down  so I don't have to go on my tippy toes to kiss him.

He steps towards me and holds my slim waist tightly, then he leans away and looks at me.

"You just cheated on your boyfriend" he whispers, I stare up at him, unable to move, "you kissed me-"

"Oh george, my dear boy, you kissed back, look at yourself, your arms are around my neck and you want me to kiss you again" he whispers, "I dont-"

He kisses me again, softly, then pulls away, pushing my arms off him, "don't drive and call george, the next officer won't let you off" he says walking back to his police car.

I stand against my car in shock as he drives away.

Holy shit.