Page 31 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
Hoping the old lady will hear, Blanca screams, “This is our friend’s house, bitch!”
Victor starts laughing.
Oscar waves his hand at Victor. “You shut up too, Victor.”
Victor can’t stop laughing. “Blanca’s gonna cut that bitch.”
Oscar takes hold of Blanca’s shoulder. “Get in the car.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Get in the car, Blanca!”
Blanca pushes Oscar’s chest. He wraps his arms around her from behind, trying to wrestle her into the backseat.
There are tears streaming down Victor’s face at this point because he finds this all hysterically funny.
A police car pulls up in front of my house.
Mrs. Prentiss comes outside and quickly approaches the police vehicle. She exchanges a few words with the male police officer who has now gotten out of the car. While she speaks to him, she points toward us. Well, by us, I mean, just Victor and Oscar and Blanca, who are at a considerable distance from where I’m standing now. It looks like I’m not a part of their group.
My friends finally notice the policeman. Victor stops laughing. Oscar lets go of Blanca. And Blanca . . . well . . .
Blanca takes a few steps forward and yells toward Mrs. Prentiss and the officer. “We weren’t doing anything! We came to pick up Hunter, and we weren’t doing anything!”
The policeman takes a couple of steps into the driveway. His left hand is by his side (near his gun) and his right hand is raised, his palm facing us.
The officer says, “Calm down! Stay where you are, and calm down!”
Oscar pulls on Blanca’s shoulder. “Stay back, Blanca.”
Blanca yanks her body away from him. “Let go of me!”
The officer shouts, “Everybody put your hands up where I can see them!”
Victor’s and Oscar’s hands shoot straight up in surrender. Blanca’s hands are on her hips. I’m completely frozen.
Blanca says, “We didn’t do anything! What’s your badge number?! We didn’t do anything!”
“Hands up now!” says the officer, firmly, forcefully.
I notice the officer’s left hand move closer to his holster.
That’s when I raise my palms in the air and hurriedly (but non-threateningly) step completely in front of Blanca.
I say, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding here. My friends came over to pick me up. That’s all. Mrs. Prentiss, you’ve seen my friend Oscar before. Remember?”
This doesn’t seem to diffuse the situation because the officer’s hand is now touching his holster.
Victor’s and Oscar’s hands go higher. Blanca is shaking her head angrily at Mrs. Prentiss.
I pray for this to end without anyone getting hurt.
Then, a voice: “I can vouch for these kids, officer.”
We all turn and see Mr. Hilton on his front lawn, walking towards us.
He says, “Hunter and Oscar are in my AP English class. And I’ve seen these other students at school. I teach at Point Liberty High. I live next door.”
