[Taylor's POV]
I shouldn't have been driving now.
I knew I was drunk as hell!
I am from a party with one of my friends, that had hooked me up with a guy.
But I left early! That Wiles guy is some kind of a jerk!
And I saw Gigi, my best friend, came to the party with my crush, Dianna.
Yeah. I had some girl crush going on here. I like boys, but I love girls!
So here I am, on my own, driving my way back home, drunk and mad!
There should've been someone here to help me stay awake while driving.
My eyes were kinda droopy.
I turned my radio on and turned the volume all the way up, in the hopes of keeping myself alert.
I felt like it was working, but the reality is that I was slowly drifting in between lanes as I was occasionally nodding off to sleep, endangering myself and everyone else on the road.
I keep on driving while I'm talking to myself.
Gigi was supposed to be my best friend, but still she's with Dianna.
Gigi knew I had a crush on that girl since the beginning of days but I had never gotten the nerve
to do anything about it, so Dianna should've been off limits.
As I was remembering what I had seen them doing in the bathroom earlier,
a pair of flashing blue and red lights appeared in my rearview mirror and I swore to myself, "Oh bloody hella fuck"!
I knew I am in deep trouble! I would never be able to convince the cop that I hadn't been drinking.
My parents would freak out!
They would take the car and ground me home for days!
Just thinking about it I wanted to die!
I eased off the road and into an old abandoned parking lot.
I felt my heart beating out of my chest.
[Karlie's POV]
I am on my work, patrolling the roads tonight.
The weather tonight is cold, so I had my windows down.
Eating a bag of cookies while my car parked on the side of the road.
I also had a good book that I'm reading, basically looking forward to a nice, long easy night.
But then my first traveler blew past me.
I saw the car speeding.
I turned on my overhead lights and pulled out.
The car I was chasing, slowed down as soon as she/ he got alerted.
The car stopped not far from an old abandoned parking lot.
I put on the loudspeaker in my car and said "Driver, please turn off your engine."
I waited and saw the headlights of the car go out. I sigh in relief.
Usually the driver is difficult and a violent one.
I checked the plate number and ran the plate on our patrol laptop.
The car was registered to a middle aged woman in a nearby suburb.
