Killer Queen [Book 1]

Chapter 11

"Thanks for coming along with me, kid. And for the food." Sheriff Stilinski said to me as I sat in the passengers seat of his car with a burger in my own hand.

"Yeah. I needed to talk to you anyways." I answered.

"Okay then. What's the matter?" he asked as he finished his burger.

"It's about your son, actually. He asked me to the winter formal."

He looked at me with a smile. "Finally asked you, huh?"

"Yeah. But Lydia already set me up with a date." I answered him.

"Uh-huh. And you want to go with my son, is that it?"

"Yeah."

"Well," he thought about it for a minute. "In that case, I'd at least save one dance for him."

    I smiled him and heard the radio go off. "Unit One, we have a speeder in a construction zone."

    Sheriff Stilinski put the car in 'drive'. "Looks like it's your lucky day, kid. Get to see the Sheriff in action."—he took up the radio and hit the button—"Unit One, copy. On my way."

    "Soooooo....can I press the button for the siren?" I asked him hopefully.

    The sheriff looked at me with a smile. "Go ahead, Parker."

    "Yes!" I said happily, turning on the siren and dancing in joy as we drove down the road after a speeding car.

The car pulled over and both the sheriff and I got out of the car, the older man having me stand behind him in case the speeder decided to do something dangerous.

The window of the car rolled down and we saw Allison there, her eyes slightly red and puffy.

"Allison?" I asked, gaining her attention as I moved to the side of the Sheriff.

"Hey, Parker. Sheriff." Allison said to us.

"Allison. Are you alright?" Sheriff Stilinski asked her.

"Yeah. Sorry I was going so fast, I-I didn't realize I-I—" Allison stammered.

"Oh, no. Uh, okay... all right...uh, listen, you weren't going that fast. Just, uh...seventy-five in a twenty-five...in a construction zone..."

Allison sighed. "Oh, God. Uh, I'm not crying to get out of the ticket. I just, um, I don't want you to think that I'm like this—"

Sheriff Stilinski shook his head. "No, it's okay, perfectly okay. It's, uh..."

Allison shook her head firmly. "No, please. Write me a ticket. I need you to write me a ticket, okay?"

"Okay... I don't see how that's gonna really make you feel a lot better..."

Allison sighed. "It's so humiliating. I swear, I'm not like this. This isn't me. This is—this is—this is not me! This is not me."

"Allison? You good?" I asked her after she just sat there for a while.

She looked at me with a smile and nodded. "I'm okay."

Sheriff Stilinski nodded. "Yeah?"

Allison looked at him. "Yeah. I'm okay. I'm okay."

The sheriff looked confused. "...do I still have to write you a ticket?"

"Hey, Sheriff, I'm going to be in the car. Do you think you could drop me off at your house after this? I need to talk to Stiles about the formal." I said to him.