Tom Holland Imagines

Vandalism (Tom Holland)

You looked at the officer in front of you. You tried not to laugh, cry or even make a sound. You were stuck there without being able to talk or move. But how did this happen? Well it all started last night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~last night~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Girl come on, it will be fun," y/f/n said looking at you.

"No, I'm not going to vandalize the sign," you said closing your eyes because y/f/n was to god darn annoying some times.

"But we have been taking about it," y/f/n begged.

"Fine! I will," you replied putting your hands up in defeat. Y/f/n gave you a sly remark before he/she grabbed a black ski mask and all black clothes and throwing them at you. "How come those were in there?!"
"I knew you would cave in," they said before grabbing there own black clothes. "Let's go. We are leaving in 20 to the sign so be ready by then." You nodded and went upstairs to put on the black clothes.

The 20 minutes were up so you went down to see your friends black car.

"Get in bitch, the sign isn't going to spray paint it's self," y/f/n screamed.

"Hey why don't you say it louder, I don't think the police station could hear you," you replied getting in the car. They looked at you smiling obviously tipsy. "Get in the passengers seat, your tipsy."

"No, I'm still sober enough to drive," they slurred a little.

"Fine," you muttered under your breath.

You guys drove a little bit to the sign stating your old high school name. You haven't been there after graduation day which was fine because you hated it. Looking at the sign you read "Maplewood High". You grabbed a green can of spray paint and crosses out the "ple" in Maplewood and replaced it with "ss" and added a "y" after "M" so it said "Myasswood High". You laughed while your friend drew smiley faces and stars and other crap like that.

After more vandalizing you heard police sirens in the distance. Your friend looked at you in horror.

"Cmon lets go," you said grabbing your stuff and about to climb down from the sign because it was high up but the police cars stopped causing you to freeze in fear. Your friend got away but you were in the action.

"Put your hands up and climb down," one of the police officers shouted. You put your hands up and climbed down only for the officer to grab your hands and slam you against one of the cars. They took of your ski mask looking at you for facial recognition.

"Miss, what were you doing," one of the police officers asked.

"Spray painting the sign duh," you said instantly taking it back.

"You are going to have to come with us," he said turning you around. The officer was actually kind of hot. Like really hot. It was uncomfortable for him to bring you to jail hot.

"Fine officer?"

"Holland, officer Holland," he replied. This time you noticed his English accent which was so hot.

"So, what is going to happen to me, am I going to be put in jail, am I going to have a fine," you asked.

"That we will see," he replied. You nodded and got in the car. "You have the right to remain silent" officer Holland told you after asking a lot of questions. You hugged and sank down in your chair to the police station.

Once you were there officer Holland told you to wait while he gets some police officers for interrogation. You were waiting there for a while which was really hard because you couldn't talk to anyone, including y/f/n. As far as you knew y/f/n was in a different state because the police didn't catch him/her.

"Follow me," officer Holland told you. You followed him closely not wanting to get in anymore trouble even though trouble was your middle name. "Sit here and only talk when asked." You nodded and waited for another police officer to come ask you but officer Holland stayed there. "Is it true that you spray painted Maplewood High's sign?"

"Yes that is true," you replied not looking up.

"Was anyone working with you," officer Holland asked sitting in front of you. This one you didn't know how to answer. You didn't want to throw y/f/n under the bus but could you lie?

"No, I did this alone," you replied looking at officer Holland in the eyes. He recorded something on a sheet of paper.

"Ok, why did you do it and why did we find other finger prints on the bag of spray paint," he asked raising an eyebrow. That was hot.

"I did it because I want people to realize the hell that I went through there and the finger prints are probably like my moms or someone like that because that bag was passed down to me. Got a problem with that," you spit. He wrote some more stuff down before getting up and running his face.

He kept asking you questions with you answering in the worst way for the position you were in.

"Ok, we have asked all our questions, you will spend one night in jail and you have a fine of $350 and will need to pay it in the next week," he said.

"Wait, wait what? I don't have that money right now," you replied getting up.

"I'm sorry but you have to, you should have thought about that before doing it," he replied taking you to the prison to spend your night.

~~~~~~~~~~~the next morning~~~~~~~~~

You woke up in the jail and just sat there for a little until officer Holland showed up. You didn't what to do because you felt like if you talked, laughed or made a noise he would make you spend another night.

"Are you ready to go," he asked.

"Yes, yes I am. Thank you," you said getting up and leaving to change into normal clothes.

Officer Holland drove you to your apartment which was awkward because you lived in a dump and he was so hot and cute.

"Thank you for driving me here but I could have walked," you replied.

"Are you kidding, it was like 50 Miles. That would have been to much," he said stepping closer to you.

"Well I walk everywhere," you replied trying to get away but at the same time you wanted to get closer.

"Well at least I got to see the cutest criminal for a little longer," he smirked.

"Officer Holland, you think I'm cute," you asked.

"It's Tom, and you are super cute," he said getting really close to you.

"Well your really hot," you said. Tom grabbed your face and kissed you. "I gotta go but I will see you later. Bye!"

"See you tonight at 8 for pizza, be ready," and with that he left.