someone had never done for me before and blew my mind and pissed me off all at the same time.
“Where’s the weed?” she asked a little too loudly, making me shush her.
“Shit, why don’t just go over there and tell the cops about it instead of yelling it?” I said sarcastically. “It’s in my back pocket. I’m sure they’ll find it, but on the off chance that they’ll find it in their hearts to let us go, let’s not mention it.”
She turned away from me and toward the officers who were still busy bringing out people from The Pit. Most got away, but there were still the weak ones who were caught. That’s what this girl did to me; she made me a weak one. I’d never been caught in a raid before, but stopping to help her got me caught and I was going to go to jail, while her daddy got her off the hook.
“Hey, officer! Can you come here, please?” she yelled across the parking lot.
I couldn’t believe it! After all I had done for her; she was going to seriously tell them about the drugs. What a bitch! A young cop stopped what he was doing and worked his way over to us.
“Ma’am, you’re going to have to wait until we get everything taken care of here and then we’ll let y’all have a seat in the back of the car,” the cop said.
“No, I need to confess something!” she said in a rush. She motioned in my direction and rolled her eyes and exaggerated a sigh. “My boyfriend here is trying to play the hero, but he’s got my weed in his back pocket and I don’t want him to get in trouble for me. I know he loves me and all, but I wouldn’t feel right about it, ya know?” She darted her eyes in my direction, then quickly looked away.
I stared openly at her with my mouth hanging open. It was a rarity that someone shocked me, but the little snowflake girl had landed me speechless. No one had ever taken a hit for me. Grown men had refused to fight for me and here she was playing the tiniest hero. I couldn’t let it happen, but an unwanted rush of pride ran through my system at her words. Why I’d be proud of a practical stranger, I don’t know, but I was.
I said the first words that came to my mind. “I’m not her anything and the drugs are mine.”
A pink flush rushed up her neck and spread across her cheeks. She looked as if she’d been slapped in the face before she turned her back to me. She had to know I wasn’t some punk who would let a woman take my charges.
The cop looked between us and shook his head. “Whatever you say,” he said as he started to pat me down. He reached into my back pocket and pulled out the bag of weed and ticked his teeth. “Looks like your little female friend got you busted, buddy.” Then he opened the door to the police car and lowered my head into the back seat.
Patience joined me in the back, but she wouldn’t look at me. I didn’t say anything to her. There was nothing to say. I guess technically I could thank her for trying to take up for me, but then again, had she not said anything they may have never found it in the first place.
The drive to the police station was awkward and silent. The cops chatted in the front seat about an underground drug problem and The Pit being the center of it. I wasn’t surprised, but it still sucked that we were losing our favorite place to play. These things happened, though, and soon there’d be another place and they’d call us to play. Until then, we’d play in the garage and our groupies would collect there.
The police station was full of Pit people. Tattoos and piercings as far as the eye could see. This wasn’t strange in a place like The Pit, but in a police station surrounded by white walls and police, they stood out. They sat Patience and me in a room alone and still she said nothing as she sat across the table from me. The room was the same room they’d put me in when they thought I drugged her. Funny… every time I get mixed up with this girl I end up in a police station.