Hyde looked at the hand on Jackie's wrist, and swallowed back the lump in his throat, and the urge to smack the cop's hand away from touching her. Anything could happen to her in prison- even just a holding cell. Guards getting friendly, hookers not finding her mouthiness cute and beating the crap out of her... or even this guy, "Hey, baby, I'll forget about the weed if you take off your pants..."
"Wait!" Hyde said. "It's mine."
"Are you sure?"The cop frowned at him.
"Come on... cheerleader? Dirtbag?" he said a bit desperately.
The cop shrugged. "Okay, whatever." he said, putting the cuffs on Hyde and leading him away.
"Steven! We're more than just friends now! I love you!" the girl called after him, and he could only throw an annoyed "Shut up!" over his shoulder before being slammed roughly into the car.
This wasn't a good thing- he didn't want to go to prison. But, he couldn't let something happen to her, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why... He would have no problem letting any other hot chick lay in the mess they'd made, but... this odd surge of protectiveness had come over him he couldn't explain...
"So, cute girl..." he heard the cop say from the front seat.
"Ah, yeah, if that's your type." he said nonchalantly, hoping the subject would be changed soon.
"What? You're not hittin' that?" the cop continued. "It sure seemed that way..."
"Because she's crazy..." Hyde muttered. "I'd hang myself if she were my girlfriend..."
"Well, hey, crazy chicks are the best at it." the cop smirked. "Besides, she looked limber... I bet I could wrap her legs around my whole head and-"
"Man, shut the hell up!" Hyde snapped.
The cop smirked. "Right... not your girl at all..."