Not Your Average Cover Teacher, chapter 3

"Um, Tre?" Em ventured ten minutes later, when they had both recovered from their laughing fit and were well away from the school. "What speed are you doing?"
"Bout 90, why?"
"There's a cop car behind us."
"Aw shit!"
Tre pulled up at the side of teh road, as did the cop car. The officer got out, looking somewhat nervous.
"Hey, lucky you, looks like you got a new recruit."
"How's that good?"
"They're usually a pushover; I got pulled over for speeding underage, and got away with both 'cause the cop was a newbie."
"Hmmmm."
By this time the officer had reached Tre's window, so he wound it down.
"Can I help you officer?"
"Um, yes, eh, ah, can I, em, I need to see your, your license please."
"Sure." Tre pulled his wallet form his pocket, and extracted his license. He passed it to the officer, who looked at it and gasped.
"Tre, Tre Cool? Wow, I'm sorry, were you going anywhere important?"
"Well, yeah actually, my ex-wife is flying in with my daughter and I was running late to pick them up."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He passed Tre's license back, adn touched his cap. "Have a good day sir."
To Tre's disbelief, and Em's amusement, the cop wandered back to his car and drove off without further ado. The drummer turned back to his passenger.
"Jesus, you were right. Nice one." He rolled his window up again. "So, where [b]are<b/> we going?"
"I thought we were going for coffee?"
"Oh yeah, gimme a second."
He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and punched in a number. He tapped his fingers on teh wheel as he waited for an answer, pulling faces which made Em laugh.
"Oh finally bitch... What do you mean fuck off? You love me really, you know you do... Yeah, anyway, shut up! You wanna meet up for coffee?... Yes, I was at the school, I got rid of all teh class but one, and we're going for coffee now...do you want the freaking coffee or not?...well, stop whining and meet us at the starbucks on Elm Street in 15 minutes...no, 15...I want to pop home first...screw you Dirnt you bitch...see you soon."
He hung up, and turned to see Em gawping at him.
"Oh not you too, what's wrong?"
"Was that who I thought it was? Mike Dirnt, [i]the<i/>Mike Dirnt?"
"Yes, now, shut up and let me drive, I want to go home and get a few things before we meet him."
"Yeah, sure...wow, Tre Cool and Mike Dirnt in one day, someone somewhere must like me."
She jumped as Tre stroked her cheek.
"You put too much thought into things, that's your problem. Let life flow."