"The bastard, god damn fucking bastard, takes me to a party and then starts flirting with that little tramp" Melissa could barely keep her eyes on the road as the rage swelled up inside her.
The highway was whipping by her faster and faster as she thought about the good-looking jock that had taken her to the party. Now he was left there with the tramp he had been flirting with. At least she had got his keys before they had gone in, a way to assure herself that she wouldn't be driving with him after he got pissed. Now she flipped open the ashtray knowing what she would find. It was his stash, not a very original hiding spot but he wasn't too bright was he. He was just another Neanderthal with half a brain and a gift with the football. She saw the joint already rolled, just too tempting, usually she wouldn't have smoked while she drove but hell it was sure to calm her down, that in itself would be safer than the way she felt now.
Pulling over onto the gravel shoulder of the abandoned highway she found a lighter in the glove box and lit the fatty. "Oh so smooth" she wheezed the smoke curling up over her face filling the car with the sweet smell of weed. She looked out into the dark desert, it was so quiet so lonely, the road disappearing into the horizon and not another soul within miles. It was a strange thing, being in that much open space, Melissa had come from the city, lights and crowds and always another person over your shoulder. This was like another planet, half ass desert towns, separated by long lonely stretches of highway disappearing into nowhere. The smoke was working, her mind raced but her body slumped a little, she turned the tunes on, turned them loud, the beat penetrating her body, her eyes closed as she became part of the music.
The blast of cool air startled her, the door of the car opened, my god, flashing lights and the piercing beam of a flashlight.
"Excuse me, miss are you alright, I mean is everything ok"
The stench of dope billowed out of the car, Melissa panicked, her mouth started to say something and her mind raced like a rabbit being chased by a coyote. The uniform was familiar, state trooper, definitely not someone you want to fuck with, god she was so stoned, why had she smoked the whole thing.
"ahh ahh I ahh" was all she managed.
"Oh yes I see, or rather I smell, will you step out of the car miss,"
Melissa stumbled as she tried to find her legs and stand next to the Camero.
Officer Grant had seen and heard it all, he knew exactly what was going on only usually it was at least two of them pulled off on the side to smoke a j. Now it was just a lovely young lady that obviously had had a bit too much. He reached in and turned the music down. The ashtray was still open, the bag of green in plain view. He pulled it out bringing it too his nose to confirm what he already knew.
"Does this belong to you" his hand holding the bag was right in her face, Melissa tried to look away, "NO it's not mine, I don't know anything about it"