History

5.) Trouble

As we drive down the road I feel the wind pass us by. My hand sways in the wind. I listen as the motor reves and the car pushes through the bore of the day and tears open a bag of fun to come. Its not long until wee get back to my house. As we turn down a back road our tires tear up the road gliding through like a knife through butter. Suddenly i'm overcome with the pull of coming down from my high. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of sirens as a police car behind us turns his lights on and follows. 

Kayla slows down and pulls over. The police car pulls behind us and Kayla looks at me in a panic. "Drink!" She says and I down the bottle of water relishing in the feeling of the coolness against my hot and dry throat.  I reach in the glove box and grab the right papers. And Kayla gets her drivers license not surprisingly from her breasts. "What did I do?" 

I'm still feeling the high but am able to fake it while giving her the best are you stupid look I can. "Too fast blame it on the shoe say you couldn't tell how hard you were pushing down by that thing at the bottom." She take a deep breath and nods. The policeman get out of his car and I sigh thinking we might get out of this if we play our cards right. He gets closer and Kayla grabs my hand. 

As he nears Kayla's window she rolls it down and he bends down to look inside. I can feel his eyes peering in on my soul through his dark sunglasses. "Ladies, did you know you were going seventy down a fifty?" He asks through a deep sticks accent with professional painted in. As he speaks my heart sinks into my stomach. I start to panic. "Trevor." I mumble as I get light headed and I can feel the bliss of memories flow back through me. I look at his badge as he goes over the paper work given to him. "Bagget" I slump in my seat hoping he doesn't recognize me. If he's as bad as ever said he is how was he able to become a cop? 

"Looks like your shoes can make it hard to tell. I'm giving you a warning this time maybe drive the rest of the way without the shoes I doubt one of my buddies would be as nice as I am." He says with a smile. 

"Thank you." I say without speaking. As the words flow to his ears his whole essence changes. He knows. I blew my cover. If I was safe before i'm dead now. "Lindsey?" He says half heart broken half joyous. 

"H-hi Trevor." I say scared. My high got scared when I spoke and ran away with my soul to hide somewhere. He takes his glasses off and his deep blue eyes pierce through mine and every good memory plays like a movie in my mind. He smiles and shakes to take his hat off reveling his short typical boy hair cut. His black hair if folded and slicked down on the top and the sides look shaved. His tanish skin shines as the sun starts to set and night welcomes its self. 

"Its been a while." He says with a smile. Kayla give my hand  a squeeze as if to tell me to be strong. 

"Yes it has. Me and Dillion just moved down here. He did his minimum and got out of the military. And now were back." He smiles as he squints his eyes. 

"Dillion?" He questions. I just smile and nod. "I remember when you two met it was hard to believe he was a solider. Ever." Take his word more brutally then he means. I wanna believe he's joking but its true. Dillion tends to be a slob. 

"Yeah, but he has great job at the factory in town." Trevor just continues to nod to my words.

"You look beautiful Lindsey, truly If you're free around eight that's when I get off I would love to talk more." I smile and pray this conversation ends soon. 

"Can you keep a secret? We're having a party later. At Kayla's you can come if you want." He smiles like a kid in a candy store told to get anything he wants. 

"I'll be there." He says walking to his car. As he walks away I give Kayla the nod and she drives off. 

"What did I just do?!?" I scream as I'm close to tears. It's fine we'll just move the party.  I feel like crying no worse, I feel like hiding. The rest of the ride to my house is sat in silence.  Until we get closer to my house. As we near my road she stops at the red light and grabs my hand and gives it a tight squeeze. 

"Babygirl, you just invited the most bipolar psycho to my house. But my house is going to be filled with people who love and care for you. This is just a speed bump. You haven't crossed it yet. Your still slowing down so you don't get whiplash going over it." She smiles with a gleam in her eyes. 

"Why are you Asians so smart?" I ask and she just shrugs as she continues towards my house. 

"Did I tell you?" She asks as she turns into my driveway. I give her a puzzling look as I unbuckle. "Well," She continues, "I got accused for being Mexican and black and that I was trash." She says insulted. I hear her behind me huff in anger over the situation. 

"Why I mean when I first met you I  thought you were just really dark maybe like Hawaiian or something but-" I says as she's quick to interrupt.

"But i'm not I'm Asian and black." Kayla's problem is she's two races hardly seen together as a couple so people assume her dad had a one night stand and regretted it. At least that what kids would say in school. When actually her mom died of cancer when Kayla was four. And she never knew her that well. But when people get her race wrong it really peeves her because it, well my guess is, reminds her of those mean kids telling her her mom kid herself because Kayla was so this or that. Or because her dad who his whole life was both mother and father to Kayla and best friend to me is being said to be talked of like trash. I can understand the pain.