Tell Me Pretty Lies

I blink, surprised. “How do you know what car I drive?” How do they know me at all?

“Small town,” the second officer supplies after they exchange a look. “We were actually about to call you up to the front. Did you happen to see anything?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“So, why were you stopped in the middle of the road?” Suspicious eyes narrow at me.

The question catches me off guard. I should tell the truth. I don’t owe Holden a thing, and this kind of trouble is the last thing I need. Arms still folded, I turn my head toward the window in the door, seeking him out. He’s watching me intently, his expression unreadable.

“It was a deer,” I say, peeling my eyes away from Holden.

“A deer,” he repeats, skepticism lacing his tone.

I bob my head. “Yeah. It shot out of the woods,” I swipe the air with my arm, “and ran right in front of my car.”

Officer number one looks over at the other one, the two of them having a silent conversation. It’s not like it’s an unlikely story. It happens all the time.

“Did you hit it?”

“No. I slammed on the brakes in time, but it spooked me. I took a minute to collect myself, and then I drove home.”

Officer number two pulls out a notepad, writing something down.

“Did I do something wrong? Do I need to call my mom?” I frown, giving them my best wide-eyed innocent look, pushing my lips into a pout.

“No, no,” officer number one is quick to reassure me. “We’re about done here. You didn’t happen to see anyone on your way home?”

I mash my lips together, pretending to think it over. “No, not that I can recall.”

“Okay.” He sighs. “If you happen to remember anything that might be useful…” he trails off, stretching out his hand to offer me his card. I take it from between his two fingers, nodding as I read the information.

Edward Wood

Officer- Badge #580

Sawyer Point Police Department

Underneath that are his email, phone, and fax number.

“Thanks.”

“Have a good one,” he says while the other guy dips his chin before turning to leave. “And watch out for deer.”

The tension leaves my shoulders and I breathe out a sigh of relief while walking back into class. I ignore Holden for the rest of class, even though I can feel his eyes on me, and when the bell rings, I’m the first one out the door. Holden catches up to me and captures my elbow, spinning me around to face him.

“Thank you.” His eyes that remind me so much of Thayer’s don’t hold their usual mirth. He’s being sincere, letting the mask slip just a little.

“Whatever you’re doing, leave me out of it.”

“What’s your problem?” he asks, frowning, as if he genuinely doesn’t understand.

“My problem? We could go to jail,” I whisper-yell through clenched teeth, glancing around to make sure no one is listening.

Holden scoffs, a smile tugging at his lips. “Relax, no one is going to jail.”

“I realize that you’re essentially above the law, but we normal people don’t have the luxury of having families with deep pockets.”

“You really think I’d let you go out like that?”