THE COP AND THE POP STAR

CHAPTER 5: FIRST MEETING

Tom's view:

I still can't believe this. Not only that I am going to miss the test. Actually, I don't even care right now about that test. I'm more concerned with my baby. 

All because of some stupid bitch. Who clearly doesn't know how to drive. She probably didn't even have to take her driving test; her daddy probably bought it for her.

It didn't hurt my baby, thank God. But there are some scratches and some dents, and the paint is gone. I can fix it, but it's just the fact that this is my pride and joy, the only thing I have of my dad's. His Mustang. My dad kept this car in pristine condition, it was his baby, and he gave it to me. I'm an excellent driver, and I have not had one wreck, and then this girl comes out of nowhere, runs the red light, and thanks to my skills, and quick reaction we avoided damage to my car, but her car is messed up. The whole front end. She hit my car, then went over the curb, tore up the front of her car, and underneath.

Of course she's driving a Porsche, probably the most expensive car I've ever seen. I have to say the girl is smoking hot, sexy, but she looks like the type that has a rich daddy.

I know I sound judgmental. But I'm not really happy with women right now. After what Jackie did.  And the way this girl is dressed. Fancy clothes, expensive purse, jewelry, and of course that car.

I need to calm down. I get out of the car at the same time that she does. She is beautiful, but that doesn't change the fact she probably should not be trying to drive. It's obvious she doesn't pay attention when she drives. The way she sped through that red light. She was probably texting not paying attention or no she was probably checking her face in the mirror, her makeup. She seems superficial all about her looks.

I tell myself to just go get her insurance information and tell her I'll call the cops. Which sounds funny since I am a cop.  The important thing is no one is hurt. At least I don't think she's hurt. I need to make sure.

She is crying. I said, 'Are you okay?"  I was trying to be nice, do the right thing, check on her, make sure she isn't hurt. 

But that's what I get for trying to do the right thing. She lit into me.

She said, "No I'm not okay. How stupid are you to ask me that? Can't you see."

She is almost hysterical yelling at me, and looking around to see if anyone is looking at us.

I said, 'Don't yell at me lady, who the hell taught you to drive."

Probably the wrong thing to say, because that pissed her off. She called me a string of names, some cuss words, jerk, ass hole, men are pigs type comments.

I was losing my patience with her. I then lit into her saying that she hit my car, and then she said she was sorry about that, but my car is fine, look at the damage at her car.

The next thing she did blew my mind. She had the nerve to grab my arm and stop me from calling.

I was calling the cops, and she started in on me, saying just who do you think you're calling. 

I told her the cops lady. That is what you do when you have a wreck, I'm surprised you don't know that, since I'm sure you have plenty of experience with wrecks.

Wrong thing to say again, but she is making me mad.

She grabbed my arm, saying I can't call the cops. Who the hell does she think she is, telling me I can't call the cops.

I said, "lady I don't know who the hell you think you are. It's obvious you have a rich daddy who caters to you, and buys you whatever, but you hit my car, you damaged your car, we have to call the cops. It's the law."