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"Hey! Stop!"
Today was just one of those days. You had been simply cycling around on your new bike, the one you'd been saving up for ever since you'd lost your old one due to some drunk psycho who wasn't paying attention to where they were driving. It was a rather intense situation which ended in threats of lawsuits and lots of cursing. Deciding it'd be best to take a short cut through one of the more rambunctious parts of the neighborhood, you had immediately realized what a terrible idea that was. The males who had sauntered up to you were no doubt the same age as yourself, if not a bit younger. They'd commented on your weight, of course, and then proceeded to shove you off of your bike and take off.
Now here you were, struggling to keep the bike thieves in your sight as you ran after them. It wasn't exactly practical, seeing as you weren't a big fan of running much and the thieves in question were much more gaunt than yourself, but you really wanted your bike back. The jeers and laughter of the running hoodlums practically egged you to run faster, which in turn made your legs begin to ache. You wouldn't be able to keep up with them for much longer...
It was at that moment a loud horn blared behind you, making you yelp in shock and immediately jump to the side. A loud red bodhi rumbled past you, its horn blaring all the while. You shielded your ears from the obnoxious noise, eyes wide as you watched the vehicle drive up next to the thieves, one of them daring to flip the car off. The car in return stopped suddenly in front of the group, a terrible screech from the brakes resonating through the air. You visibly winced as a few of the men slammed into the side of the car, the others stopping only inches away. The one who had grabbed your bike was among the ones to ram into the bodhi, having fallen to the hot pavement, holding his face as he screamed out obscenities.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
You swallowed as the driver kicked open the door to the car, sliding out and staring down at the thieves with a dark look on his face. He was tall and looked to be pretty solid, aside from the slight chub you could see on his his midsection. His arms were crossed across a grimy white shirt, which was when you noticed he had a pair of blue jeans to match, and seemed to be scarred up.
"You shitheads just ran into my truck!" The man snapped at the men, the ones who had fallen getting up shakily, "I swear to God, if even one of you little pricks..."
He trailed off, glancing in your direction. You immediately stiffened up, feeling suddenly self-conscious. You gave a small wave and were met with a raised eyebrow. He looked back at the men, then at the bike, and then back at you. He gave a loud sigh, raising a hand towards you and waved his fingers.
"You! C'mere," He stated firmly.
Something about him made you want to listen, so you quickly went over, hoping to high heaven you didn't look as exhausted as you felt. The group of males looked incredibly tense, like they were ready to run off. The driver, however, didn't seem like he was the forgiving type. Reaching back into the front seat of the bodhi, he pulled out what appeared to be an old shotgun. The very sight of the weapon had you step back, the group of men all beginning to shout at the driver; questioning his sanity.
"Y'know it isn't very nice to go taking what isn't yours," He stated gruffly, pumping the gun and immediately pointing it at the group, "So if I ever see any of you little shits doing it again...well, there won't be much of you left."
The group managed to stammer out their apologies before the driver stamped a foot, "Now fuck off!"
He turned to look at you as the men ran away as fast as they could, all shouting among themselves. The man nodded to before tossing the still cocked gun into the bed of the car, kneeling down to pick up your bike. As he propped up the stand you cleared your throat a bit, still breathless from chasing the thieves.
"Th-thank you," You said, brushing a hand through your messy hair.
"No problem," He grunted in reply, straightening out to look at you fully, "I never liked bullies..."
He sounded a bit sad before he shook his head, "Any reason those assholes had your bike?"
"How'd you know it was mine?" You asked, brows furrowing.
"Well, for one," He held up his pointer finger, "You were running after a group of guys who looked like they were trying to get away. Two," He held up a second finger, "You looked pretty damn relieved to see that they stopped, and third," He held up a final finger, "You just admitted it."
You felt your already hot face heat up with embarrassment, making you rub your sweaty palms against your thick thighs. The man seemed to notice the action because his dark eyes glanced down towards your legs, his gaze lingering for longer than you were comfortable with.
"I-I'm {Y/N}," You stammered, hoping to grab his attention to your face once again.
"Hm?" He looked up once more, catching your eyes, "Huh, cute. Name's Trevor, Trevor Phillips."
You had a feeling deep down in the pit of your stomach that you weren't going to be forgetting that name any time soon.