Soda Brand(AU):
Your POV••
"Sit." ordered the cop. I sat down on the cement floor, earning a glare from the old man.
"On the bench, are you stupid or something?" he spat. I kept a serious look on my face and replied with,"I'm actually an idiot."
He didn't bother to reply as he walked to the lady and had a conversation with her. I wasn't the only one sitting at the bench. Next to me was a dirty blonde with tatted arms and an eyebrow piercing and next to him was a girl with black hair and olive skin who was halfway asleep, her head hanging as she kept on coming from sleep to reality.
My hands were cuffed behind me so I couldn't do much and punk guy didn't look very friendly to start a conversation with, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Hi." I said turning to him.
"Go away." he spat.
Okay so maybe I was wrong.
"I don't really have a choice..." I said trailing off and rattling the cuffs to prove my point. He rolled his eyes and he kept on looking at me.
"Staring is rude." I stated, turning to face him.
"Not if the person you're staring at was examining you when she first walked in and called herself an idiot." he replied, a smile playing on his face.
"Hey look, you do smile! Nothing is impossible." I smiled back at him. He laughed and shook his head.
"Why are you even here? Did you rob a Barbie or something?" he said.
"I actually broke a girls nose, she stole my prada purse and that can not be allowed." I said using my best preppy voice.
He stared wide eyed at me, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"What are you in for?" I asked
"I was caught drinking and driving." he replied. I snorted and flipped my bangs out of my face.
"I actually got in a fight." I admitted and he still gave me the same look he did before.
"I won the fight by the way." I added. And it was true, there wasn't a single scratch on me.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, two officers came over, probably no older than 20.
"We are going to put you guys in a holding cell until you guys get bailed out." the one with green eyes said. The one with gray eyes grabbed me and the other girls wrist and led us to the cell, roughly pushing us.
"You smell good!" I blurted out. I heard him chuckle and say something under his breathe but didn't hear it. The few shots I took were still strong in my system, not letting me filter the words coming out of my mouth.
A few minutes later, the punk stumbled in and made his way over to the bench, his hands finally free.
"What's your name?" he asked and for the first time I noticed what he was wearing. black skinny jeans, a white v neck and white converses, some tattoos visible under his white tee.
"My name is Connor." he simply answered and shoved his hands into his pocket. I strolled over to him and sat down next to him.
"I'm y/n." He gave me a side glance and smiled, his green eyes going down my body.
"I can see you checking me out." I pointed out and his million dollar smile appeared on his face again.
"I can see your tattoo behind your ear." He said and I reached to touch behind there, but only to realize I never got a tattoo behind my ear.
"You lied!" I said and felt his hand on my back, lowering it down to my hip and giving it a pinch. Just as I was about to say something, the green eyed officer came and unlocked the cell door.
"Connor Franta you've been bailed." he said and before he left I asked him,"Your last name is a soda brand?"
He sent me a glare before walking away. And now it was just me and the chick who fell asleep. I was debating on poking her awake or not when the green eyed police officer unlocked the cell a few minutes later, telling me that I've been bailed.
I walked back to were I was before and saw the Connor dude.
"You bailed me out?" I asked surprised.
He nodded and before I left I had to sign a few papers and getting my court date.
"Where did you get the money to bail me out?" I asked Connor
"A thank you would be more of an acceptable thing to say." he sarcastically said.
"Why?" I asked, ignoring his last statement.
"I couldn't let a pretty thing like you stay in there."
I didn't notice he grabbed my hand until he wrote something on my hand.
"Call me something yeh?" he said before walking off.
