I knew I shouldn't have done it. My mom always warned me about hanging out with those creeps. I wish that I could tell the officer that it was their idea to ask him for a six pack, and that it wasn't my fault. Gosh, I should have listened to her. I was riding in the backseat of a classic Ford Taurus. I would've been pretty hyped if it weren't for the fact that it was a cop car. We made eye contact in the rearview mirror.
"So?" He asked.
"So what?"
"You're not giving me the whole 'I didn't do it' routine."
I didn't respond. It was best to keep my mouth shut in these situations. I was pretty good in dealing with people, especially for a 15 year old.
"Well, whatever ya do, don't start sobbin' all over the seats. Just cleaned 'em."
We sat in silence for the next fifteen minutes. The gas station was pretty far away from the police department, so I figured I'd take a little nap. I slid my camo hat over my face and used my backpack as a sort of makeshift pillow. My eyelids started to feel heavy and I slowly dozed off.
