but that doesnât stop Candace.
âAnd people wonder why teenagers hate cops,â she says.
âNah,â he says. âNobody wonders about that. Everyone knows teenagers hate cops because cops are always keeping teenagers from doing dumb shit. Itâs pretty straightforward. Iâve been around awhile. I might not be able to prove anything, but I promise you that if you give me any reason at all, I will have no problem making hay with it. I take vandalism very seriously.â
âCome on,â I say, putting my hand on Candaceâs shoulder. âLetâs go.â
âYou should probably listen to your boyfriend, sweetheart. You guys go home and make some popcorn and stay out of trouble. By the way, you must really think Iâm stupid if you think Iâm buying that fake voice youâre using.â
Candace makes a face at him but follows me to the truck and jumps into the passenger seat. She rolls down the window and sticks her head out. âOh hey, officer ,â she says in her normal voice. âIâve got some advice for you too. Donât call girls sweetheart . Itâs sexist, and it makes you sound like a pervert.â
I pull away from the curb.
âAsshole,â she mutters.
âWhat should we do?â I ask as I circle out of the cul-de-sac. âI canât leave my dadâs ladder back thereâheâll kick my ass.â
Candace turns around and looks out the back window. âWhat the fuck? Heâs still following us!â
I check the rearview. Sheâs right; the cop is trailing close behind us. I turn onto one street, then another, and he follows me both times. Heâs definitely sticking to me on purpose.
âOkay,â says Candace. âThis is starting to feel like creepy hillbilly shit. Doesnât he have anything better to do?â
âI doubt it,â I say. âThereâs not a hell of a lot going on around here tonight. At least, not until prom is over. Heâs just messing with us because heâs bored.â
âStupid cops.â
I pull onto the main drag, then into the parking lot at Bizzbyâs. Sure enough, the cop pulls in and parks a few spots away from us. We look over and he grins and waves at us.
âOh my god, what a jerk!â says Candace.
âOkay, this is stupid,â I say. âWeâre not going to shake him. Iâm going to take the truck home and get my momâs car. Then weâll go back and get Andrea and Roemi. Iâll deal with the ladder later.â
I pull out of the parking lot and the cop follows, creeping on my bumper all the way to my street. When I get to my house and pull into the driveway, he slows down and watches as we get out of the truck.
Finally he drives away, with a brief honk and a wave.
Candace gives him the finger. â Hasta la vista , asshole!â
My momâs car isnât in the driveway, and the door to the porch is locked. âI donât know where they are,â I say as I unlock the door. I stand to the side and hold the door open for Candace. âCome on in.â
CANDACE
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