Is it worth it?

The white kid

I took a shortcut home to leave my backpack behind before rushing out again to where the cop car was. As I got closer I walked a little slower with my hood over my head and my hands in my pocked. I glanced to the side. This little white kid was leaning against the car as the cops held up a bag of weed.
"We need your parents' phone number, Asher," one of the officers said.
"I won't give you their phone number," the kid spat, crossing his arms over his chest.
I felt bad for this kid, he reminded me of myself the first time the cops caught me. Or maybe not quite... my story was a lot more violent...

*April 23rd 2010* 

"What do you think?" I asked Lucky as he took another hit from my joint.
"This is good, what's it called?" He questioned, holding the joint like he was looking at art.
"Blue cheese," I replied before he handed me the joint.
"It's really nice," he told me.
We heard a car pull up in the parking lot next to the playground. I glanced over the fence spotting two police officers coming towards us.
"Run," I whispered, dropping the joint on the ground.
"What?" Lucky asked.
"Run!" I shouted as we jumped off the swings and split up.
I looked over my shoulders, one of the officers were rushing back into the car as the other one ran after Lucky. I jumped over fences, ran through different paths and ran for almost 10 minutes before stopping near a dark alley. I bent down, placing my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath.
"Freeze!" I heard a man shout.
"Fuck," I breathed, turning around facing the officer as he had a gun pointed at me.
I put my hands up before the officer walked over to me and grabbed me by my throat, pushing me against the wall with the gun aiming at my head.
"You little punk ass kid," he growled, "You're fast, but not faster than me. What's your name?"
I remained silent. Something Smoke taught me. The officer furrowed his eyebrows at me.
"You're Theodore's nephew, aren't you?" He smiled as my eyes widened.
My uncle is a police officer too, however, he never patrols this neighborhood. Theo patrols the rich neighborhood where he also lives. He always comes around on Christmas or Thanksgiving with his family to celebrate with us. He's a really cool guy.
"Does he know what you're doing in your sparetime?" The officer asked and I looked away, "I guess he'd love to find out that you..."
He didn't get to say much more before I pushed him back shouting, "Screw you!"
And in the blink of an eye I got knocked down. Everything turned black. I opened my eyes, lying on the cold concrete, looking straight at the tip of a gun.
"I could shoot you right now for harassing a police officer, nigger," the officer spat.
That's the first time a white guy has called me the n-word. I was shaking, tears were rolling down my cheeks as I waited for him to pull the trigger.
"But you're Theodore's nephew, so I'll let you go. For now," he said with a smile before placing the gun back in his belt and getting back into the police car.

*Now* 

"There you are!" I shouted, pointing at the kid while walking towards them.
"Bobo," Miles snorted when he spotted me, "You know this kid?"
Miles is the officer that knocked me down years ago. He can't stand me, especially after Theo found out what he did to me. Theo sued him and almost got him fired. If only he wasn't white and I weren't black he would've gotten into jail too.
"That kid stole something from me. To impress his... girlfriend or whatever," I said, nodding at the bag of weed.
"So this is yours?" Miles questioned, holding up the bag in front of me.
"You really think it was his?" I asked, pointing at the kid.
The officers looked at each other, before Miles faced me again, "I can arrest you for this, you know?" 
"My uncle would love that," I smirked.
"He can't do anything if I don't lay a hand on you, my partner here can do the job and take you to the station," Miles said, copying my smirk.
"Who said I can't lie and tell them you did the same thing as you did in 2010? You know all about lying, don't you?" I told him as he turned serious again, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"If the station finds out that you've been treating us black people the same since you started patrolling our neighborhood, they wouldn't be too happy about it," I said with a grin on my face.
"One day I'll get you, kid. One day," Miles threatened, handing the kid over to me, "and it won't be pretty,"
They got into their car and drove off. Without saying anything to the kid, I started walking away from him.
"Hey," I heard him call from behind me before I turned around, "Bobo, right? All my friends talks about you!"
He had a smile on his face while looking at me as if he's seen a celebrity or something.
"What friends?" I asked, not sure how kids even know who I am. Especially white kids.
"Huh," he snickered, "that's what my mom always asks me,"
I rolled my eyes and turned around again as I heard him running towards me. He started walking next to me, "I'm Asher, by the way. My nickname is Ash. I think it's really cool what you did for me back there, does this mean we're friends now?"
"No," I replied dryly. 
"Well, I'm going to tell people we're friends so you might as well just say it," he told me as I stopped.
"What were you doing with a bag of weed anyways? Aren't you like 12?" I questioned, getting annoyed with him.
"I'm dealing, like you. And no," he laughed "I'm 16, silly,"
I just looked at him, with a shocked expression from what he just called me, "Just go, please?"
"Oh, alright," He mumbled as I started to walk away.
"Maybe we can meet? Tomorrow or something, and you can teach me how to deal better? Or maybe I can work for you?" Asher suggested before I turned around and told him strict, "No, you should just quit and focus on school or whatever. This life ain't for you, kid,"