It's Only Temporary

Alec- Chapter 11

Chapter 11- The Murderous Poor People Who Live in Convenient Stores

Alec's POV

Unfortunately, I had to pay for the damage done to both my precious baby and Luke's low-class garage.

A police officer in a navy blue uniform stood in front of me. He handed me a clipboard filled with information, "So, I'll just need you to sign here, Mr. Smith."

Grabbing the clipboard, I signed the damn thing, "Yeah, yeah." I muttered, "Here you go." I added, handing him the paper.

The police officer took the paper and looked it over, "Okay, looks good..." He muttered and nodded in approval. "Oh!" He gasped, "and here's your ticket, Mr. Smith." He said as he handed me a parking ticket.

I looked at the ticket in confusion, "A parking ticket?" I asked as I looked back to the officer, "Why? What was so illegal about the way I parked?"

I cop shook his head and answered, "You parked in the middle of a garage door, son. I'm pretty sure that's illegal."

I shook my head slowly, "No... that's totally legal."

"No, it's not."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

The officer clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, dropping the clipboard to the ground, "You know what's not legal?"

"Uhhh..." I paused, looking at the officer like he was crazy, "I don't know? Murder, rape, using drugs, selling drugs, practically all the shit that Justin Beiber did-"

"Hey! Don't go insulting JB like that!!!" The officer suddenly yelled pointing at me, "He is amazingly talented and a perfect example of how kids today should grow up!"

"Kids today should grow up to get themselves arrested on multiple occasions and be kicked to Canada?"

The officer nodded, "The less of you rich boys on the street, the less of me handing out parking tickets in this hot ass weather."

"But wouldn't you have to arrest us all? Wouldn't that just be more work?" I reasoned.

The police officer snorted, "Why, aren't you just Mr. Wise-guy? You think you're all smart? Ya think you know everything?"

I shrugged, "I do believe that I know more about what's illegal and what's not."

The police officer visibly scoffed and rolled his eyes, "All the things you listed are barely even illegal! You know what's really illegal? Parking in the middle of garage doors." He paused to think, "and a lot of other things, like having your girlfriend of 5 years abandon you on prom night to have sex with your best friend of 6 years. Then, endure the pain of your one true love breaking up with you over text, causing you to start low-key stalking her. Anyway, you follow her everywhere and make sure she is never out of sight. Then, she straight up disappears, along with your ex-bestfriend (who she started to date). One day, she calls you randomly saying that she still loves you and needs you to come pick her up, so you do with pleasure. So, you go to meet her and instead it's this mafia boss, who apparently kidnapped her and your best friend, and now he wants you to smuggle shit-loads of meth into Mexico. So you, a police officer in training, have to smuggle drugs or else you and everyone you love, have loved, or will love will suffer. Anyway, you, your ex-girlfriend, and ex-bestfriend are all slit open and the drug lords store packages of pure-ass meth in your body- kinda like the movie Lucy or whatever- then they make you hop on a plane to Mexico. You arrive at the airport in Mexico and this guy takes you all into "The Back Room", where he takes the meth out of your body and stacks it up with cocaine. Now, you're expected to smuggle cocaine into America... and life just got crazy. So you and your "friends" hop back on a plane to America. Halfway through the flight, your ex-bestfriend starts to have a stomach ache, and it turns out he ripped open the stitches he got from the Mexican drug lords. Okay, so here's where it gets messy. Your ex-bestfriend is dying, so you call the flight attendant over to help. You try to explain that your friend needs help, so she calls for a doctor. Luckily, one of the passengers is a doctor. She checks out the damage and pulls out the cocaine. She, and everyone else on the flight freak out. Apparently, storing cocaine in your body to smuggle to America is not okay and totally illegal- which was a surprise. Too freaked out to see past their judgment, everyone on board votes to throw you off. So, you and your friends are thrown off the plane with nothing but one parachute. Somehow, you all survive. You all land in the desert, somewhere in New Mexico, and have nowhere to go. It's hot as hell and your ex-bestfriend is bleeding out. So your ex-girlfriend tries to sew him back together, but the fix isn't permanent and he just dies two days later. You and your ex-girlfriend end up hooking up again, a few times, in the desert. You both end up surviving off the wilderness, endless amounts of cocaine, and occasional sex. Surprise, your 18 but she is only 17- which is hella illegal as hell. Then, you find out that your ex-girlfriend is pregnant. Eventually, you and your pregnant ex-girlfriend are saved from a passing helicopter. You think you're safe but it turns out to be your pregnant ex-girlfriend's parents, and they are not happy about the pregnancy. They force the two of you to marry so the child is not born out of wedlock. You finish your training as a cop and spend the rest of your life married to a cheater, raising a child you don't want, and handing out tickets to rich boys who park in the middle of garage doors."