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23. Curly's Revenge

"Sodamn." I cut him off quickly.

"What?" The officer asked.

"T-That's his name. Sodamn." I stated.

"Is that right, young man?" He asked Soda.

"I guess.. I mean, yes sir." He said the last part loudly.

"Full name?" The officer asked.

"Sodamn Fine." I replied.

"Matches him perfectly, you know cuz he's so damn fine." I added quickly.

Soda chuckled.

"Sodamn fine...?" The officer repeated. Soda looked at me.

"Yeah, that's my name." Soda confirmed.

"How do you spell it?" He asked.

"S-O-D-A-M-N." I said loudly.

"Fine." I finished.

"I'll be back shortly." He said walking out.

Soda bursted out laughing.

"Why would you say that?" He asked between breaths.

"We can't get caught." I chuckled.

Half an hour later

"Took ya long enough." I said as I stood beside Tim and Curly.

"Yeah, well I was getting down on Angela when I got the call. You're lucky I dropped what I was doing to come here." He muttered.

"Mr. Shepherd please come over here." Some guy behind a desk said.

A few moments later Sodapop came in dressed in his normal clothes.

"What, where are my clothes?" I asked the female constable.

"I threw them away." She said nonchalantly.

"Why!?" I exclaimed.

"They were ugly."

"Maybe to you!! You're a 43 year old woman with no fashion sense what so ever!!" I screamed.

"Calm down-"

"You expect me to wear this jumpsuit to my house? Do you know how many nasty looks imma get?" I asked her.

"You deserve it for what you did." She replied walking away.

"Bi.tch if I could slap you.." I muttered.

"You were such an innocent girl. What happened?" Curly asked touching my hair.

"N-Nothing, she just made me mad." I whispered walking away from him.

We waited a while for all the formalities and other stuff to be finished. I was already outside waiting for the boys to come out to the car.

"You can't go in the car." Curly said.

"What, why not?" Soda asked.

"Cuz her and I are going on a little date." He smirked.

"N-Now!?" I exclaimed.

"Yes. Now. Come on, let's go." He walked over to me and grabbed my arm.

"No, s-stop." I said worried.

"I-I can't go now." I said softly.

"Come on-"

"No. Curly she ain't goin' nowhere." Soda defended.

"Why not?" Tim asked.

"Take her." He added.

Curly's grip on my arm tightened as he started pulling me.