her eyes slowly. âI told you, he was working. He was taking me to work.â
The policewoman shook her head. âWho was working? You or him? First you said he was working, then you said you were working. And the only people heâs allowed to drive for are the people he works forâthatâs the only vehicle heâs allowed to drive under court order.â The woman looked her up and down. âAnd youâre too puny to be a boxer or a trainer. What are you, fifteen?â
Charly shook her head. They kept going over the same thing, and again and again the woman couldnât put two forms of work together. âMiss, like I told you a thousand times, if youâd go look at my phone, which I gave to the other officer before you got here, itâll prove who I am. And my identification is in my purse in the truck. I already told him, and he had no problem with my statement. Why do you?â
The officer crossed her arms. âWell, thatâs him, and this is me.â She pointed to her chest. âAnd now that Iâm here, youâre under my authority. A male cop should always call a female cop to the scene if thereâs a female minor involved. He canât frisk you the way I can.â
Charly jumped up from the curb. âWho are you going to frisk? You canât frisk me. Iâm a minor, and Iâm not under arrest. What law did I break? Riding in a car that the court has given him permission to drive?â Charly turned and surveyed the small crowd that had begun to gather. âHelp!â she screamed at the top of her lungs. âHelp! Iâm being threatened by this cop. Call the news. Iâm Charly from The Extreme Dream Team . Somebody help and make sure you tape this! Iâll give a reward. Please!â she screamed as if she were in pain.
The officer reared back her head, flaring her nostrils. Then looked around. Paranoia was all over her face, and she threw up her hands in the air as if she were surrendering. âI didnât touch her!â she yelled to a male officer headed their way. From his badge and other decorations, he looked like he was her superior.
âBetty! What are you doing?â he spat.
Charly had hit a nerve. âOfficer, please help me!â Charly pushed. âAll we were doing is trying to get to this event for girls. An event I was hired to help with. I gave my phone to the other cop, showed him the news articleâthe officer whoâs over there with Whip. Please read it and please keep this lady away from me and my driver. She said she was going to lock us both up!â Charly looked at Betty. âAnd for what? Helping little girls?â She shook her head. âBad press. Really bad press. Iâm sure the news stations out here would love to get this story.â
âLet her go, Betty. Sheâs telling the truth. I read it for myself, and they both checked out. Whip was just doing his job. This time.â
8
T he ride to the event was quiet, and Whip drove slowly. He turned the corner, and barely drove a mile before they finally stopped. With shaking hands, Charly opened her door and breathed deeply. She had to gather herself before she threw herself into what was the rest of her day.
âOver there,â Whip said, pointing. He clearly had no intention of getting out and helping her. âAnd thanks . . . you know, for back there. If you hadnâtâve pushed, Iâd be in jail this time, not juvie.â
âNo, if I hadnât pushed you to drive me . . .â Charly nodded, then looked in the direction of the event. âSo, thatâs it?â she asked. How was she supposed to know where âover thereâ was. Heâd pointed and retracted his hand so quickly, she didnât see.
âGotcha.â He hopped out of the SUV, then quickly made his way to her door, opening it. âYou did get me off by calling me your driver. Maybe, after Lex cools off about this,
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