Chapter 11 - The Cover

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Sofia

I hear a tapping sound coming from somewhere, almost like a thud. It gradually becomes louder in my ear and it sounds like something is knocking against glass.

I open my eyes and notice it's coming from above my head, outside the window of the car. The car. Holy shit, did we fall asleep?

I jump up out of my slumber into a sitting position and squint my eyes. There is a figure outside the window. Not just any figure, but a man. A man in a police uniform. That can't be good.

"Adrian," I whisper, nudging him in the ribs.

I hear the tapping noise again and I realize it's the officer knocking against the window with his baton. I can clearly see it given that it's now light outside of the early morning. He doesn't look very pleased and I instantly gulp. We're in deep trouble.

"Fuck," I hear Adrian say behind me. He suddenly pulls me over his lap and behind him so that he's next to the window and lowers it.

"Everything okay, officer?" he asks, trying to play innocent.

"Would you mind stepping out of the vehicle, sir?"

"Stay here," Adrian tells me, getting out of the car barefoot.

"Both of you. The girl too," the officer orders.

Great. I consider putting on my boots but they are probably still soaked and will make me look like a floozy with the way I'm currently dressed, so I decide to skip the shoes as well.

Adrian helps me out of the car and keeps me a bit behind him. The officer looks at us both suspiciously and I notice his eyes wander at my outfit and down my legs. God, why did I have to wear these damn shorts? I must look so ridiculous too with Adrian's oversized sweatshirt and socks on me.

Adrian clears his throat loudly. "Can I help you, officer?"

He looks back at Adrian annoyed. "License and registration."

"Yes, sir." Adrian turns back towards the car and opens the door. He keeps me close to him as he retrieves his wallet and does the same thing while he gets the car documents from the glove department.

He hands them to the officer together with his driver's license. Estrada, his nametag says. He looks through them diligently in complete silence.

"Is this your vehicle?" he asks Adrian, obviously noting that the names don't match.

"It's hers," Adrian replies.

The officer nods and turns towards me. "I'm going to need to see your ID as well, sweetheart."

I pull it out of the front pocket of my shorts as I didn't even bring a purse, and hand it to him nervously. I really hope we don't get in trouble for this.

After a moment of studying it the officer looks at Adrian sternly. "Eighteen, huh? I was about to say she looked a little too young for you."

I've never been so happy to be eighteen in all my life and now I understand why Adrian had been so cautious to stay away from me when I was younger.

Adrian shakes his head at him. "We're just friends, officer."

I can't tell if he's just saying that to help our case or if he really means that. After last night, I thought things might be different.

The officer scoffs. "Wouldn't appear so with the way I found you, Mr. Carter."

Oh god. Please don't let my parents find out about this.

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