Growing Pains | BOOK 2

1:8

April 13th, 1994. 9:09 A.M.

The officer couldn't take his eyes off Dallas roaming the parking lot. I would be the same, seeing a young man with uneven stubble and a look like he's been snorting coke all night stalking around nice cars. I fiddled with a piece of bark in my pocket, before pulling it out and realising it was a match. An struck my mind, and I found myself running it along the rugged sole of my shoe until it finally ignited into a burning flame on the tip.  I took a large breath in, taking a second think before I dropped the lit match into a garbage can.  

Straight away the fire caught into the plastic, and erupted into tall flames. I fell back and staggered onto the ground, as the smoke sizzled into morning air right before me. The officer pounced from the police car, and threw his drink onto it. He's young and attractive, but gave me devilishly snare as I stood back onto my feet. In the distance, Dallas hid behind the diner wall, peering out from the corner, I waved to him, steering that the plan had changed. The officer eases over to me, then stands into a strong stance. I grew paranoid as his height towards over mine, probably standing at around six foot two, "Miss, why'd you do that?" he asked formally. 

I glance to the bin, then back at the officer, "I didn't." I decided to inform him. He hardened his shoulders, slightly irritated that I was bluntly lying to his face. I laced myself with a sense of fear, pretending I was frightened by the suspected flames that I didn't make, "Well, I'm a little shaken." I responded sleepily, covering my bare arms from the cool breeze. He slipped off his coat, and passes it over to me. Secretly I could tell he was ease to manipulate, I drape the coat over my shoulders, "What a gentleman. I was just walking the streets now." I lied, "It's awfully cold out." I didn't know if he believed me or not yet, "Miss." he says sternly, "Please come back to the patrol car for questioning."

"Oh, sure." I gulled happily, no showing how nervous I was for a few inquiries. He takes me over to the car, I waved to Dallas before climbing into the back seat. The officer shuts the door behind me, and jumps into the front, "That fire couldn't have started by itself, now could it?"  I shrugged, "I couldn't have it, officer." I purred weakly. He fixes the side mirror, "Why couldn't you?"

"Everybody knows I'm a good girl." I swayed innocently, leaning closer to his ear, "No. I wouldn't do a thing like that." I whispered, letting my hot breath against his bare neck. He closes his eyes peacefully breathing out. I studied my hand's traipsing along the hem of his uniformed shoulder, they were still very pale and blue. I allowed the tips of my fingers run down the buttons of his shirt, "Do you have a girl?" my eyes gleamed, "I don't see a ring on your finger."

He clears his throat, "No. No, I'm very much single." he replied, a little nervous. I can see him trembling on the inside behind those blue orbs called his iris. I rub his soft jaw line, "Well, that's interesting have you ever thought of dating a waitress?" I lied about my occupation. He rolls his heavy shoulders out of tension, very shyly biting his lower lip and directing his gaze away from me. I promptly changed the subject, "You can ask me anything you want." I said, falling back onto the seat and crossing my legs over again. "I think we should get going." he says, thinking again as he glanced back to me, "Or maybe we could sit from another moment." 

"Tell me." I leaned in closer to his body, letting my chest brush against his arm, "Do you always work alone so early?" my face getting even further towards his now. He's at a total loss for words, I take a quick glance out to Dallas who is in the car, attempting to hot wire it. I need to keep the officer occupied for a little longer. I bury my face in his neck, inhaling the cologne from the warmness of his skin.  His breathing is heavier now, losing his train of thought as I climbed effortless into the front seat where he was. 

He pulls me onto the top of his lap, already fully prominent to take off my clothes. I let my hips graze against his hardened pants, he's trapped under the weight of my body and lost in my touch. He is ready to throw his entire career out the window for me right now, even disregarding that we're in an open public place. I covered his open mouth with my own, allowing a sigh to escape from within. His hands creep up my shirt and cups over one of my breast. He wants to remove it, his mouth never leaves mine as the shirt is pulled over my head and onto the empty seat next to us. I take his strong arms, placing them onto my swaying urgent hips. He paced with me, so desperate to take actions, but a look in my eyes stops him in place. 

He reels back, not allowing us to move any further, "Stop..." he moaned out, as I licked his neck, "You're too young." I paused completely, sitting up straight, "I'm nearly fourteen." I lisped a lie about my age. His eyes expanded so fast, and he shoved me off of him. Quickly with disgust sprawled on his face, he fixed himself up, "Get out!" he yelled, "Get out now!" I nearly feel out of the car, so fast that I forget my shirt. The officer speeds out of the car park, leaving me standing in the middle with only pants on. Dallas shoots me a wild glare, all I could do was laugh, covering my bare chest from the world around me. Dally raced over to me, he had nothing to cover me, so he pulled his own shirt off and shoved it around me. His cheeks were flushed, and now he's shirtless. This only made me cry out in laughter more, I held my stomach and it began to hurt.