SwiftXreader (Just a walk?)

Your POV

“Okay, yeah, yeah. I promise I will!” I said slamming the door to my apartment after my mom continued to remind me to clean the whatever. Ugh. As soon as I stepped out of the doorway to the dark city, I felt the air on me instantly regretting my apparel. I decided on leggings scattered with rips and booty shorts atop that. Also my AC~DC Tank top and my black DC sneakers. Walking down the sidewalk, I planned on just going to (Friend’s name)’s house, but my plans were interrupted. I got ripped into the alley I was passing by and nailed against the wall. I tried to swing my fist, but my captor grabbed it and held it to the wall as well. “I don’t have anything, just let me go.” I said in more of an annoyed tone than anything.
“I hardly believe that...” My, apparently male, captor’s voice rang.
“Swift, come on dude. Let her go, come on. We need to go! Like now bruh.” Another male said. They both sounded as if they were only teenagers. I didn’t mind much of it, because most thugs in the city were teens anyway.
“Oh, come on. There’s gotta be something we can scrounge off her MC, I mean look at her!” The one, Swift I guess, answered.
“Whatever dude, just don’t get caught, and hurry! We really need to meet up with Ghost! He hates waiting!” The other said. MC I think. He walked off into the dark, and Swift leaned into me, his body pressed against mine, and asked for what he apparently wanted.
“You sure you don’t have anything I might want?” I shook my head starting to slowly fill with panic. “Really? That sucks.” He said surprising me with a quick but effective kiss. As he rapidly pulled back from my face, he also pulled away from the wall causing me to fall to the ground. On my hands and knees, he pulled my chin up. “What’d you say your name was again?”
“Uh, (Y/N).” I said. Although I couldn’t see his face, I could tell he smirked.
“Well, (Y/N), I’m Swift, and I’m sure we’ll meet again.” He said as he jumped up the fire escape and ran away. I sat in that spot for quite awhile trying to process what had happened and to decided if I was scared or excited by him. Either way, I kinda want to meet him again. With that, I pulled myself to my feet and staggered out of the alley headed back home. Maybe I should go on another walk tomorrow.