AU: Human/Deliquent

Genre: Angst💔, Rebel 🩸

Summary: Steven is no longer the friendly, straight-A student with a perfect life. He's no longer the church-boy goody 2 shoes everyone knew him as. How did the loveable, cuddly Steven Universe turn into this new heartless monster? He tells his tale to one of the juvenile cops, and he must say, he is surprised at the young teen's story.

Published: 5/7/21

Requested by: Flamesoidierking

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The room was fairly chilly and light was fairly limited. He had been sitting here waiting for his correctional officer for...what was it...? Maybe 15 minutes, maybe 30. Maybe even close to an hour. However long, Steven could wait longer. After all he had all the patience in the world. Though he had to admit, waiting here all day was pretty damn boring, even for him. Then again it took a while last time he was here, so he had no idea why he expected any change with this system.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to give him a hot meal while he waited.

Finally, after what seemed like a dark eternity, the door creaked open and an officer walked in. He was pretty tall, and judging by how buff he was, he definitely used to be in the army. If Steven made one move without permission he would probably be dismembered by this man. Opposite his shiny badge read the name J. Morris.

"Well, well, well, I've heard some things about you, Steven." Officer Morris began with a menacing stare. "You've been here before, I've heard. If I'm correct, you were in juvie for 6 months for possession of a weapon."

Steven frowned at the memory of that whole incident. That whole thing would change his life forever. "Yeah..."

The officer looked at his clipboard with furrowed brows. "And according to your record, since you got out you've been caught with cocaine, your grades have lowered drastically, and..." He paused for a moment. "Assault?"

Steven didn't answer.

"I was honestly surprised when I heard a star student such as yourself would get involve in such scandals. Your teacher spoke highly of you, calling you her best student, the people loved you, and you could have had numerous scholarships. Your GPA was a little over 4.0, perfect attendance. Honestly, someone like you would be in the Honors courses and would never be involved in such things." Officer Morris looked deep into the boy's dark brown eyes, and it was like there was no soul in them. There were eyebags under his eyes, an old scar below his eye, and just looking at him made him wonder...

How did a young spiritied, straight A student turn into an emo, barely pulling up a C deliquent?

"I hope you know you're facing 7 months for assault and possession of marijuana, son." He finally stated. But there was still hardcore confusion on his face. "I just can't imagine you even holding a gun."

"Let me tell you something, pal..." Steven's voice was one of the scariest things Officer Morris had heard. He leaned towards the man and put his elbows on the table, a smirk on his darkened face. "When you guys put me in the slammer for a crime I didn't commit, I was the most pissed off I've ever been in my life. You won't believe me when I say this. That gun wasn't mine. But guess what, no one believes the innocent anymore, and my case was pure evidence of that. Those 6 months were the worst and best 6 months of my life, I'll say. Even if it was for no reason."

Officer Morris crossed his buffed arms, trying to hide he was even the slightest bit intimidated by a teenager. "There was evidence the gun was yours. It was in your backpack. That's solid evidence right there. Witnesses saw it in your possession."

He shivered once Steven chuckled lowly to himself, giving him a sharp look. "Sure, they saw me with it. But that doesn't prove it was mine to begin with. No one cared for that little fact and I was put in juvie for nothing. But I gotta owe it to you, jackass. I actually had some fun in there, got a lot of things out of it."

"But if it wasn't yours, then how did it end up in your possession?"

Steven leaned back, kicked his feet on the table, and smirked at him. "Funny story really."

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--6 months earlier--

I remember Tuesday like the back of my hand. Honestly, I thought it was just gonna be like all the other ones; Get up, get to the Seven Cruelest Hours Of My Life, study hard for useless tests, and hang out with my friends, which I still had back then. You can say I was pretty popular when it comes to having female friends--the only guy ones I could really call friends were Peedee and sometimes Onion, though Onion was...strange to say the least. But it was a good strange. To me at least.

Among them were Amethyst, Lapis Lazuli, and Peridot Greene, and sometimes Bismuth hung around with me.

Amethyst was like a sister to me all, to be honest. I could never be bored around her.

Lapis was more of the sarcastic type, but her wit is one of her best traits.

And there's Peridot, the biggest genius known to human kind. You call me smart, but this girl outsmarted almost all her teachers in everything. She could be the next Einstein if she wanted to.

Yeah, you could say things were going pretty good for me. As a matter of fact, I even had a girlfriend before we were separated by you fuckwads. Connie Maheswaren, she was all I could ever ask for. Sure, call if a cliche if you want, she was actually my first friend before everyone else came along. We had finally got together back in 9th grade and things were going just great for me. Good grades, a cool friend group, teachers loved me, and the love of my life.

I was pretty much living the high school dream.

Nothing can ruin it, right?

Wrong.

As you might've guessed, a few people had it out for me. Everyone had that one person who just couldn't stand them, and vice versa. That person would do anything to make their life miserable, to get you in trouble all they can, and trigger you in all ways possible. People like me were called nerds or pretty boys in my case. Not that I had a problem with it. I usually ignored those people that had it out for me, since fighting wasn't exactly my strong suit. Why would I? Besides, I was taught violence was never the answer unless I was in a VERY life threatening situation. Of course that didn't come along until after I was locked in.

The week before it was announced local law enforcement would come around since the principal finally caught on that there was some funny stuff going on at the school. That would be the guys that like to sniff crack and sell over-priced faux test answers. I wasn't that worried about it, though I can tell the people, who we liked to call 'The Toublemakers' (so original, am I right?) were sweating their asses off because they didn't specify what day they'd do the inspection. That means if they were at the wrong place at the wrong time, they would've gotten here instead of me.

And yet, the only one at the wrong place at the WORST time, was unfortunately me.

There was a rumor going around that they were coming today, and the rumor mill usually gets shit wrong 9/10 times. That paranoid The Troublemakers a LOT. So paranoid I saw them shivering to death when I was passing by them at one point. They were huddled together, trying to come up with a way they could make sure they didn't get caught. And they were willing to do ANYTHING including framing another student for it.

I didn't pay much attention to it at first. But, something told me to watch my back once I saw one of them eyeing me funny when I was walking past them, almost like I had been chosen as a sacrifice or something like that. I knew that whenever one of them looked at someone -- innocent and weak, preferrable -- the way they did me, that meant something bad was going to happen.

*sigh* I just wish I listened to my conscience more when that first flag had rose. Maybe I wouldn't be here dealing with you right now...

Later that day I had went to my locker to get my bag and I was planning on hanging out with the gang until it was time to go for the day. The Troublemakers hadn't been caught with anything as far as I know.

I had sat my bag down for only a second-- and when I say that, I mean just the shortest second-- and by the time I looked back at it and got it up, one of the students said the words that would immediately fuck my life up for good....

"GUYS!! STEVEN HAS A GUN! HURRY, IT MIGHT BE LOADED!!!"

Me? And a gun? I didn't know what she was talking about at first. But it all became clear once the law had found me, digging into my backpack to find a loaded handgun. A glock 19 to be exact. My heart came to an abrupt stop at that point...I knew I hadn't brought one with me, did I?

"Wrong day to bring your little toy here, heathen." One of the officers growled at me, patranizing me. He forcefully grabbed my arm, taking out his walkie-talkie. "We got one."

"Wait wait wait, there has to be some mixup here!" Ah yes, my failed attempt to defend myself. "That isn't mine, I'm telling you!"

"Oh sure. And let me guess, this isn't your bag either? Nice try, I've heard that a thousand times, kid. I suggest you shut it before I shove this thing down your fucking throat."

"Hold on, youre not even gonna give me time to defend myself?! AND WHAT ABOUT MY MIRANDA RIGHTS??"

"This," He held the glock up to my face with a smirk. "Is all the defense you need."

All eyes were on me and I could hear the agonizing whispers of the people around me. Even worse, while I was being taken, I could also hear those bitchass laughs of the people that had did that to me. I can still hear them now, laughing and talking about how they got away with the things they did. And the fact they ruined my life only made it worse. Not to mention I had officially been put in the juvenile facility for no damn reason.

"So, what are you saying? You're saying one of those kids had put the glock in your bag to get away with it?" The officer questioned. Steven clenched his scarred fists, anger penting up inside of him like blood pressure. Even here, after going through 6 months of torture, he can hear the laughs of the Troublemaker group echoing around him. It drove him crazy, mad if you will.

"Yes....but I guess it's a bit late for you to finally believe that, now is it?" He muttered, glaring at the officer with hatred. 

"It's their fault I lived through that hell. You don't know how many times I've gotten my ass kicked, how many times I just wanted my life to end, how much I wished all of them to kill me already. I didn't think things could get any worse. But boy was I wrong...."

Not even a day in, I already had a bruised eye. I had a feeling I would get injured one way or another. I was fresh meat. A nobody. A weakling. And me and you both know when there's fresh meat, the dogs start feasting. The only way I survived the first few weeks was Connie writing weekly letters to me, telling me how much she missed me, those I started to notice how slowly they started coming. It went from every week to every 2 weeks.

Every 2 weeks to every once in a while...

Every once in a while to barely once a month....

And that turned to the point they stopped coming altogether. Was I depressed? Very. But surely she had her reasons, right? Her parents had very high standards for her, so maybe they found out I was in here and told her she couldn't contact me anymore. I figured that, and that's what I told myself every night.

That was until she had finally come to visit me one day, and you couldn't imagine how excited I was to see her for the first time in forever! I was sorta perplexed as to why she looked so...sad, if that's the right word. She had her hands clasped together, looking down and not making eye contact. I was too naive at the time to even care why. I was just too happy to be see her face after so, so long...And all that excitement, for what? For her to look me in the eye and I could see the worrisome look on Connie's face.

"Hey Steven..." She said shyly, fiddleing with her thumbs.

I smiled at her. I was that glad to see her. "Connie! I thought you forgot about me for a while. You don't know how glad I am to see you after all of this!" I began rambleing on and on about that, though I didn't know if she was listening or not.

She laughed nervously. "I'm glad to see you're still alive after what happened a few months ago..."

"Barely. But still, having you here is making it so worth it. Though I do have to ask, why did you stop writing? Is it your parents?"

Connie was silent for a moment. She lost contact with me by now. "That's...what I came here to talk to you about. Look Steven..." She sighed shakily. "I know for the past year, things have been great with us. And then this all of a sudden came and separated us. It was hard on me when they first took you away, I actually I couldn't believe it was happening. No one could. And it especially hit hard on me to see my boyfriend get taken by the law."

"Yeah...honestly I wish this is just a nightmare I can't get out of." I admitted. "Hopefully time passes fast so I can start my life again."

"I hope so too. But...the reason that I stopped writing to you, and also why I came here is..." My enthusiasm died faster than Julius Caesar. "I've moved on..."

"Moved on...?"

I could hear the crack in her voice. "Y-yeah. Believe me Steven, I loved you, I swear I did--- it's just...I couldn't handle being alone like that. And...my parents weren't exactly thrilled when they found out about you and the gun. They said that you were turning into a bad influence on me. And at first, I didn't listen to them, but after a while...I guess I got used to you not being there with me and I just..."

"You just what?"

"...I just couldn't do it. So, to your question earlier...I stopped writing because I decided this relationship wasn't going to work out. And with that being said, I'm seeing someone else now..."

The officer's eyes were wide with shock. "Damn man. Ya girl really did you like that?"

Steven rolled his eyes. "Believe me, it gets worse from there."

Yes, it indeed got worse for me even though I didn't think it did. The love of my life couldn't date a criminal, it seems. And apparently she found someone else to satisfy her for the time being. But the question was...

"who is it, Connie?" I was on the verge of tears back then, but if there was one thing I learned from being there is that crying is for pussies.

"..." What she said was almost inaudible.

"What?"

"Look, don't get mad..."

"I can't get any sadder at this point, Connie."

Connie took a deep breath, sighing. "It's Kevin."

"...."

"Steven?"

"I gotta go, Connie..."

"Look Steven-"

"It was nice that you came here and told me all this, but I have some stuff to do and...yeah..."

Was it a dick move for me to just get up and leave like that? Maybe. But I had every right to. In case you don't know, Kevin Gawne is one of the biggest assholes to ever be born on this planet. He's one of the people that somehow has the life of a king but is yet so fucking upsetting that he doesn't deserve it. He's only a year older than me and Connie, and he's taunted us both. Which is one of the bigger reasons why I was so pissed off finding out she replaced me with a cocksucking dipshit like him. But hey, it's not like I could do anything about it.

As a matter of fact, I was grateful she had broken up with me.  Otherwise, I wouldn't have met the girl that changed my life.

"Come on Steven, can we please talk about this?!" Connie pleaded from behind me. But really I was done with her.

"We've already talked about it. You're happy now, and we have nothing else to talk about."

"Ste-"

"Connie. Drop it. End of conversation, ok? I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

Anything else she said, I had already toned out. We hadn't made any other contact after that and I was glad we didn't. I didn't want to see her, I didn't want to think of her, I didn't even want to hear her name. I had completely erased the memories me and her had together. And, now that I think about it, that's when I really started to change, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. In other words, that's when I transformed myself into what you see today.

The officer was in deep thought, trying to comprehend what he just heard. He had to admit that the story had shaken him up bigtime. Was Steven really innocent and just a victim of fowl play? Was he really put in juvie for absolutely nothing? Not to mention he had lost his friends, his girlfriend, and his worst enemy was dating his ex. Adding onto that he was getting his ass kicked like a mother fuck.

"I have to say, kid..." He began still in thought. "I'm shocked at what you're telling me. Mostly the fact you may have been innocent after all. Though there is one thing that's puzzling me..."

"What?"

"You said these were the worst and BEST 6 months of your life. But after all you've told me, I see nothing that would make it the best. Unless you liked the pain I guess." He paused once he heard Steven's dark chuckle from across him. God, he'll never get used to that.

"Oh trust me, there's a silver lining to all of this. Remember that special girl I just mentioned? She's just one of the best things that's ever happened to me. As a matter of fact, I believe you know her..."

Days passed on and eventually, that's when I first started...changing. I usually went to work out to release some pent up stress that I had. I did what I had to do, didn't say a thing to anyone, and eventually, I became the feared rather than the fearer. I had gained enough strength from my workouts to defend myself. Anyone who stepped within a foot of me thinking they were scaring me would immediately leave crying. It felt...good actually. To feel so respected among others, and so feared.

Honestly I got used to staying there hella quickly. I was respected more as the so called "bad boy" than that innocent, loving, and stupid church boy I was before. And really I liked the new me. I earned myself a title, any sort of pills I needed I always got, Hell, even the gaurds didn't wanna fuck with me. But really if I had to choose a favorite part of those 6 months, was when I first met Spinel Stiles, better known as Heartbreaker.

She was in for assault and drug possession on school grounds, as well as geting caught skipping classes. I fell in love the second I saw her; Her magenta eyes and matching pigtails, her black eyeshadow and heavy eyeliner, her bloody rose tattoo on her arm and the upside down broken heart tattoo on her right tit, and not to mention her bad-girl persona and that hour glass figure I just couldn't resist. Spinel had a bigger reputation than me and she definitely didn't acknowledge my existence when I first arrived. To be fair I wouldn't either. But since I became a deliquent, me and her had been hooking up like animals. It didn't become official until Month 4.

I had learned a few things about Spinel since me and her had been together. For one, she's been tossed around foster homes faster than an STD. Meaning she's also frequently ran off since her folks didn't really care. Another thing is, she actually (surprisingly) used to know my bitchass mother. She didn't get further into detail, which is understandable considering both of us hate her fucking guts.

Throughout my little experience, I learned one thing; Life is gonna bite your ass any chance it gets, and you can't do jack shit about it. But sometimes it does it for a reason. Like me, I thought my life was over once you guys put me in. Turns out, I was treated better there than anywhere else. It was even better with Spinel by my side. So, the point is...even though I got played, even though I was put in juvie for nothing, and even though I had to hurt a few people to get where I am now.

It still worked out in my favor in the end.

"And with that being said," Steven concluded, arms crossed. "If you and those other dickweeds  took the time to actually listen to me, me and you wouldn't be having this conversation right now. But of course, the law isn't shit anymore. I won't deny why I'm here now, but that stuff ya'll pulled on me before? You know, I should kick your ass. But you're not worth my time. Actually I'm not supposed to be here anyways. When the fuck are you gonna let me leave?"

"For one, you're not leaving just yet. You're still in for marijuana possession and assault, remember? Or is your head so up Ms. Stiles' ass that you forgot that?" The Officer was giving off serious vibes once again and seemed to have gotten out of his previous trance. "While I will admit, your story was pretty emotional, that doesn't mean you're free of charge."

"Actually..." A Boston accent began following a door slam. Smoke filled the room and Steven grinned once he saw who was in the doorway, hand on her hip and cigarette in hand. "He is. You've kept him in here for more than the 1 and a half hour you said he'd be in here. So technically, dollface here is free to go."

The Officer glared at her. "How did you get in here?!"

"I snuck myself in." Spinel simply said, taking out the same glock 19 Steven was accused of having. "But you're sure a fuck aren't gonna tell anybody." She pulled the trigger and soon the cop was face down on the table. Steven immediately grabbed Spinel, pulling her into a tongue-ful kiss, to which she obeyed. He sat her on the table to which the officer lie dead and their makeout session continued. For a moment they had forgotten they were in a law facility, just there half-way fucking each other with a dead officer next to them. Actually, him being there only made it even hotter.

As much as he didn't want to, Steven parted from his gothic girlfriend and swept a bang of hair out of her face. "Bout time you showed up."

Spinel rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up, I got held up for a moment. The hell was this off-brand Chuck Norris talkin' bout anyways?"

"Just talking about why I went from God's son to a deliquent. Nothing I haven't been asked before. Honestly I'm getting bored with people asking me the same thing."

"So I didn't miss anything interesting, that's good. And besides, you know I like you way more this way~" She bit her lip in a seductive manner, ready to continue their love making. Steven was prepared himself, but took note they were both gonna get busted if they kept it going here.

They needed a more private place.

"Oh really? Well if you come with me, I'll find ways to make you like me even more." He winked flirtatiously. Spinel chuckled and wrapped her arms around him.

"Deal."

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Ya'll thought I forgot I said I'd update weekly, didn't you?

Well guess what, I may be a huge capper, but I sure as hell wasn't cappin' bout this ✌️😎