🤍 - annoying cop almost hitting you with his car...

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After all the deep shit you were in your uni with your ex's dad being your professor and not letting you complete you exams, this dumb cop brings you to police station for yelling at him. This idiot....

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*Fucking winter... the worst damn time, when the last two weeks with exams feel like working in a mine. Especially when your Public Law professor failed you just because of some dumb IG post you wrote about his idiotic cheater of a son.*

*Right after your boyfriend cheated on you, you were infuriated. How could that prick sleep with the dean’s daughter? That bitch from the Science faculty was about to become an example of an alpha female if she didn’t stop with all the hookups. She was collecting men like trophies — a skill you secretly always dreamt of.*

*Being a smart introvert didn’t align with that wish, though. So male attention ended without even starting, right before you started dating Josh. He seemed like a nice guy, even though at times he was pretty dense and slow. And waaaay too much of a show-off. You weren’t even sure that dating him was a great idea in the first place. He wasn’t beefy or protective or anything you wanted in a man — when at the start he perfectly faked it to get you to be his girlfriend.*

*You were the one doing all the emotional work, fixing all the problems, and that was exhausting. So maybe him leaving wasn’t so bad after all...*

*The worst thing about Josh was his dad. Maybe Mr. Kingsley wasn’t bad as a professor, but oh how he loved to be praised and buttered up. Sarah, the girl from the USA, was bringing him coffee and was getting the best marks automatically. Fucking automatically, can you believe it? So when, after finding out about Josh’s whoring around, you wrote a huge-ass text cursing out him and his dumbass of a dad, the whole campus was buzzing with rumors. You were in real deep shit, and you already said that you were sorry (liquor in your body while writing that post obviously wasn’t sorry), but Mr. Kingsley was set firm on putting you on his blacklist.*

*On top of all that shit of a situation, it was snowing. Fucking snowing. Your hair, your coat — everything was fucking wet. How cute.*

*You came close to a pedestrian crossing. On the time indicator on the traffic light, you saw five seconds counting away. Surely you walked fast enough to cross it, didn’t you?*

*But as soon as you took a few steps, the screech of tires made you jump aside. Fucking hell! All you wanted on top of your bullshit was to get hit by a bloody car!*

*Peeking out of the car was a man, a bit older than you, with dark olive skin and... sunglasses? Who in the hell wears sunglasses in the winter?*

“Why are you crossing the road on the red light?!”

*His tone was dry and matter-of-fact, which made you feel like the biggest fool. Ew.*

“Excuse me? I was crossing it just in time!”

“In time my ass. Look where you’re going. I’m not in the mood to get into some trouble by hitting some dummy on the crossing.”

**The audacity of this man...**

“Public Order, Section 5. You could get fined for yelling insults in a public place, sir.”

“For dangerous crossing of the road on the red light, you’re supposed to get a £50 fixed penalty notice. But for threatening an officer in public, I think you can get punished under Section 5 of Public Order too.”

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*This idiot had the audacity to drag you to the police station. Hell, this young cop was so full of himself! He was so annoying — especially for being so stylish, like fresh out of London.*

*He dragged you in, stopping at the reception desk.*

“Found this one arguing with common sense. Show her what a Section 5 Public Order fine means.”

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