foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

thirty four

"shit." i mutter.

i jump back to the passenger side as soon as i see the lights. ethan looks at me with confusion, until he turns around.

"put your seat belt on." he commands, putting his on as well. it was the least we could do to not get in any more trouble than had already gotten into.

i fix my hair and adjust my shirt slightly, jumping a little when the officer knocks on ethan's window. he motions his hand, telling us to roll it down.

ethan clears his throat, "is there a problem, officer?" he sounds annoyed.

the man stood tall, looking like he was in his late twenties. he crossed his arms, noticing ethan's attitude.

"you two are parked on a private road. unless you live here, i'll have to ask you to leave." he states.

ethan sighed out of frustration, rolling his eyes slightly. not wanting to get in trouble yet again, i grab his arm and rub it slightly, trying to soothe him.

"we were lost." i lie, "we were just checking our phones for directions."

at this point i'm nervous as hell, i've never lied to a cop.

he turns his attention back to ethan, who's jaw in now clenched, "i'm gonna need your license and registration please."

i open the glovebox, looking for the registration of his jeep as ethan hands him the license in his wallet.

the cop mutters a "thank you, wait here." as he takes it back to his car.

"what the fuck." ethan almost whispers as he runs his hands on his face.

i grab his arm again, "it's not that bad, he'll probably just give us a warn-"

"this cop knows me, eve." he cuts me off, looking me in the eyes.

i pull my arm away and raise my eyebrows, "what?"

"i've been to too many parties that our town cops have showed up at. i've done bad shit and i swear this guy recognizes me as much as i recognize him. he's not letting me go that easy." he shakes his head, letting it fall back into the headrest.

my breathing becomes heavier. i know ethan used to be like that, but i didn't know it was this bad.

but we're technically not doing anything that bad right now, right?

the cop shows back up at our window, handing us both the license and registration. his glare at ethan was strong, making me nervous.

"could you step out of the car please?" he asks.

what the fuck is going on right now.

ethan sends me an "im sorry" look as he opens the door and gets out. he goes to the side of the hood, leaning forward against it, putting his hands on his head. it's like he already knew what to do.

the cop pats him down, "alright." he hesitates, "you guys are all set."

ethan thanks him, practically jumping back in the car. i have so many questions, but i wait until we pull back onto the main road.