January-Surge pt. 3

I pull away from the school after making a few bucks. A cop pulls up behind me, “Shit.” i pull over and the cop follows suit. I shuffle to have my license, registration and insurance ready. I roll down the window as the cop approaches. I hold out my paper information and he just smirks and walks back to his car. He walks back slowly with his hand on his gun, “Can you please step out of the vehicle and place your hands behind your head. Do you have any concealed firearms?” I nod my head, “Yes, it’s on my hip.” i interlock my fingers behind my head. The cop pins me to the hood of my SUV and pats me down. He puts my gun on the hood. “Is that registered to you?” he digs through my pockets and pulls out a wad of cash. “Thats a lot of cash to be carrying, you selling drugs boy.” “No sir, rent is due.” he places the money next to my gun. Next he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He sighs and sets that next to everything. “You can go. You have a back tail light out.” i grab my st