Olivia and I spent the day shopping. I was sure we visited every single mall in Tulsa and the surrounding area.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t believe that Olivia wasn\u2019t completely exhausted. She had been in and out of dressing rooms all day, trying on clothes and shoes.<\/p>\n
I played the obedient boyfriend happily. I carried her purchases, I gave my opinions on the clothes she tried on and I even took her out to dinner.<\/p>\n
At dinner, all I wanted to do was tell her that I loved her. It was a new thing for me, and I wasn\u2019t sure how to say it. I had no idea even when to bring it up. I couldn\u2019t seem to find the words, or the exact perfect time to say them.<\/p>\n
I was sure that Olivia would find it silly that I was so worried about saying three small words.<\/p>\n
In the end I decided that dinner wasn\u2019t the right time to tell her that I loved her. I would wait until the time was right.<\/p>\n
Realizing that I was more than just crazy about her was a big deal for me. Telling her that I loved her was a huge deal for me. It was a giant step in a very serious direction.<\/p>\n
We decided to go back to Olivia\u2019s dad\u2019s apartment after dinner and spend the rest of our time together relaxing on the sofa in front of a movie.<\/p>\n
Olivia navigated the streets of Tulsa with more expertise than she had originally. I couldn\u2019t help but watch her, she was very cute and focused while she drove.<\/p>\n
Olivia reached toward the radio. \u201cI absolutely hate this song.\u201d She complained. \u201cIt is so over played.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a strange thing to hear Olivia complaining. She didn\u2019t do it often.<\/p>\n
I watched her fumble with the radio dial and try to keep her eyes on the road.<\/p>\n
There were sirens suddenly behind us. \u201cDamn it!\u201d She cursed. \u201cWhat did I do?\u201d She demanded.<\/p>\n
I frowned. \u201cWere you speeding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, but I was only six clicks over. Do they pull you over for that here?\u201d She asked, flicking on the indicator and pulling the car to the side of the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot usually.\u201d I answered, but it had been so long since I\u2019d been driving that I couldn\u2019t remember.<\/p>\n
I leaned forward and glanced at the side mirror, trying to see which cop was pulling us over. This all seemed too familiar, and my stomach was being tied up in knots.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is it?\u201d Olivia asked. \u201cDo you know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t tell.\u201d I answered, glancing toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m starting to think you\u2019re right when you said the police in this city were out to get you.\u201d She mused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m pretty sure they are.\u201d I answered.<\/p>\n
There was a knock at Olivia\u2019s window. She rolled down the window and smiled at the officer. \u201cGood afternoon, officer.\u201d She said sweetly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLicense and registration, please.\u201d The officer said, sounding bored.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure.\u201d She reached into her purse and produced her driver\u2019s license. She reached into the centre console and rummaged through the papers, surrendering both to the officer.<\/p>\n
I sighed of relief. At last it was beginning to seem like I wasn\u2019t the reason for Olivia getting pulled over. At first it had seemed far too much like the last time.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould you tell me what I have done wrong, officer?\u201d Olivia asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were speeding. You were going twenty miles over the limit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia gaped at him. \u201cBut the sign back there said sixty and I was only going sixty six.\u201d She protested.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were driving eighty six.\u201d The officer said to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI certainly was not!\u201d She argued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s no way she was driving that fast.\u201d I answered from the passenger\u2019s seat. \u201cI mean, there were people passing us. You should have pulled them over, not us.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer leaned into the car and glared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir, you\u2019re going to have to step out of the vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, no, it\u2019s okay.\u201d Olivia insisted. \u201cHe didn\u2019t mean it.\u201d She turned to me and gasped.<\/p>\n
I noticed the knock at my window.<\/p>\n
I turned to see Officer Locke standing in my window.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck.\u201d I cursed. I removed my seatbelt and opened my door.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, Locke.\u201d I said, stepping out of the car. \u201cThis is getting old. Don\u2019t you have anything better to do?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what to do.\u201d Officer Locke said. \u201cTurn around, hands on the vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sighed. \u201cYou\u2019re not going to find anything.\u201d I insisted, but I did as I was instructed to do. I leaned over the front of the vehicle, bracing myself on my hands.<\/p>\n
My face had barely healed from the last time I\u2019d done this.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be so sure about that.\u201d Officer Locke mumbled behind me.<\/p>\n
I frowned, what the hell was that supposed to mean?<\/p>\n
Locke patted down the sides of my jeans, then reached into my pockets, dumping my wallet on the hood of the car.<\/p>\n
He reached into the pocket of my coat. \u201cOh, and what\u2019s this?\u201d He demanded.<\/p>\n
I frowned. \u201cWhat?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n
I turned just as Officer Locke dropped a bag of marijuana onto the hood of the car. I knew exactly what it was without even having to take a good look at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough to put you away for a long time. That\u2019s enough to get you on possession with intent to sell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not mine.\u201d I insisted. \u201cI\u2019m clean. You can test me, I haven\u2019t touched the stuff since the first time you arrested me. Check with my PO.\u201d I insisted.<\/p>\n
Officer Locke shoved me down onto the hood of the card, hard. He fastened the handcuffs to my wrists.<\/p>\n
I glanced up at Olivia, who was staring at me with her mouth open.<\/p>\n
\u201cOlivia, it\u2019s not mine. I swear!\u201d I insisted. \u201cYou know me, I don\u2019t do drugs anymore. I don\u2019t drink or anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked close to tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cOlivia, I swear to you. It\u2019s not mine. You\u2019ve been with me all day, you know me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d Officer Locke yanked me up by my wrists.<\/p>\n
\u201cI promise it\u2019s not mine.\u201d I said to her.<\/p>\n
She already looked close to tears.<\/p>\n
Officer Locke pushed me toward his cruiser. \u201cIsaac Hanson, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford and attorney, one will be provided for you.\u201d Officer Locke recited to me, opening the back seat of the cop car. He shoved me inside and slammed the door hard in my face.<\/p>\n
I sighed, resting my head against the back of the seat.<\/p>\n
I wanted to hit something more than anything else in the entire world, but with my hands behind my back it was impossible.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t done anything wrong. The weed wasn\u2019t mine. I\u2019d worked so hard to turn my life around and it always came back to bite me in the ass.<\/p>\n
I watched out the front window to see the two officers talking and collecting things in evidence bags. Olivia was standing nearby. Her arm was folded around herself. She was crying, and the tears were freezing to her perfect face. She was on the phone, either calling her dad or my parents. Either one wasn\u2019t good.<\/p>\n
I shut my eyes, because I couldn\u2019t look at her anymore. I couldn\u2019t see the look of utter disappointment in her eyes.<\/p>\n
I swallowed thickly. I almost wanted to cry myself, but I wasn\u2019t going to give Officer Locke the satisfaction.<\/p>\n
It seemed like ages before Locke climbed into the driver\u2019s seat and his partner climbed into the passenger\u2019s side. He started the car and pulled onto the road, leaving Olivia\u2019s car still parked where it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew we would finally get you.\u201d Officer Locke grinned. \u201cI knew one day you would make a mistake and we would get you on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must feel awfully proud of yourself.\u201d I growled. \u201cBut you planted those drugs on me. And I\u2019ll prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Locke narrowed his eyes at me in the rear view mirror. \u201cAccusing an officer of doing something illegal is dangerous territory. You might want to think again before accusing someone of something like that.\u201d He said angrily.<\/p>\n
I shifted awkwardly, trying to get more comfortable. With my hands behind my back, it was nearly impossible.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, well if it were any other officer, I would have thought twice about making the accusation, but because it\u2019s a dirty cop like you, Locke, I know it\u2019s true.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even from the back seat, I could see his jaw clench irritably. \u201cI\u2019m done talking to you, boy.\u201d He growled.<\/p>\n