Kinda?

Drummond hesitates a bit, and then natural instincts take over. He returns your passionate kiss and if the human body didn't require oxygen, you would have been making out for hours. Or at least until his radio beeped. He sighed, pulling away from the kiss. You sigh out, disappointed at the cold ending. The rush of air greets you, and you start mulling things over as you straighten your clothes out.

You both glance at each other, and reach for your phones. The fact that you both want each other again goes unsaid. You're a sexy 18 year old girl, he's a hunky 22 year old officer. It's not like he lived down the street, went to your same high school, and was a prominent part of your teenage fantasies. Or that guys in uniform turned you on or... ugh! It's not like he was old enough to be your dad.

You open your contacts up and despite having never met him more than an hour ago, you have Drummy's number. "Hey Janey, do you have my number too?" the police officer asks you. You simply nod, feeling somewhat numb to the world. "I-let's go back to your car. Are you feeling good enough to drive, my little wifey?" he teases you. You feel a rush of anger and shame at this little prodding. And a little aroused, like he knew what button to press. "Shut up!" you yell, and throw a feeble punch at his shoulder. You both laugh.

The journey back to the highway is uneventful, with no words being said. You both simply enjoy walking in each other's presence. "Hmm, that's odd. Where'd your friend go?" the officer asks. You look around and see that Alex is nowhere to be found. You shoot him a text, only..."Uh... Alex isn't in my contacts?" you ask. Drummy stands there with a worried look on his face. "It's starting to sink in Janey, we're involved with some deep shit. Uh... let me finish my shift at least and then we'll figure out what to do."

You nod, and enter your car. It's only 6pm and his shift finishes at 9:30 pm, so it's not too bad. The fact you know this without him telling you doesn't really alarm you. You sorta sit there, not thinking. Just sitting. Drummond gets in his cruiser and heads out back on patrol. More curious than anything else, you open up your facebook. Janey Smith greets you. Tons of cute selfies. Cutesy pics of you and Alex? In this messed up timeline, Alex was actually your first boyfriend. The guy who popped your virginity. The guy who dumped you a month ago because you accidentally called him Drummy that one time. The guy who accused you of joining the cheerleading squad to get his attention. He got pissy about you dyeing your hair blonde too even if it matched the uniform better, and focused too much on Counter Insurgence Global Operators even though you kicked his butt in and

"Yeah I need to go home," you conclude. Pouting at the sting of the memories flooding your brain. The drive home is uneventful. You enter the empty house. You walk by the pictures of little Janey and your sister, ignoring them. You walk by the empty clean spot on the wall, where your prom picture hanged. Taken down because fuckhead Alex and his jealousy. You enter your bedroom, and plop down on the pink bed. As soon as your head hits the memory foam pillow, you pass out.