A scoff left her mouth as his tone shifted so quickly with the officer than when he was talking to her… well it didn’t last long as he chose to be snarky with the officer as well. “I’m sorry about him,” Jess stated, finally turning towards where the cop was – though from where she was seated, she couldn’t really see the man too well. “He’s an arse to me too – don’t take it personally,” Jess told the officer, smiling sweetly as Dorian gave her a look that told her to shut up. “You know what officer, my friend here told me to stay quiet before you came over here but I have to ask. What the absolute hell Is wrong with the American police system? Let’s not lie to ourselves and pretend your car being in the blind spot right there wasn’t a speed trap. Not to mention everything broken with the institution of American police. Your whole system here is regarded as a joke in London. Let me guess, if I was driving, I would have already been arrested because of the color of my skin?” Jess questioned, not even caring about Dorian’s p^ssed off expression. “You, sir, are an arse just as much as this guy sitting right over here, and I hope you know that,”.
”Ma’am, please get out of the car.”
“Ahh and here we go – how could I expect any different from an American cop? Taking me in for simply calling you out for your bullsh!t,” Jess laughed – unbuckling her seatbelt as she stepped outside of the car as the cop came over to her side. Though it was dark, it only took Jessica a moment to realize what this was really about. He hadn’t asked her to get out of the car because of anything she had said… well perhaps… but the moment she saw his face she realized who he was. “F^ck,” the word left her lips as she scratched her head.
”Are you drunk ma’am? Can we see your license?”
A sigh left her lips when she shook her head in annoyance. “Let’s cut the bull sh!t Mr Whittle, you know I’m 18 which is the legal age to drink in the UK – which is not even to mention that I drank in the company of family who are over the age of 40 and I sipped champagne meaning I’m not drunk. The only reason you’re doing this is because of Kyle. How is he by the way?” Jessica asked cutting the act almost immediately as the man watched her. Kyle Whittle… oh was that was an interesting story. She had gone on ONE date with the man when he brought her to meet his parents on date number two. Not to mention the fact that he had slapped her ass at that very dinner while his father and him sat there derogating woman and the back lives matter movement – saying how Jessica didn’t count since she was half white. So, what did she do? She took the bottle of champagne and dropped it over Kyle’s head in front of his parents before telling the whole family they were disgusting and walking home. That, ironically, hadn’t stopped Kyle from attempting to DM her the next day to “apologize” and ask to give him a second chance. Disgusting. “Didn’t you let me drink scotch when you had invited me over with him? Ahh the irony.” Jess muttered.
”Well in America, you have to be 21 or over to drink. Please put your hands against the car,”
A sigh left her lips as she did what he said. “This is bullsh!t and your son is an a$$hole, just like yourself,” Jess stated as the man put cuffs around her wrists – a little too tightly – but Jessica was never the one to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her suffer - even if the cuffs were clearly cutting off her blood circulation.