jailbird | b.e.

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*one week later*

kiara's pov:
"no, lee. number one, why would you cheat at all? number two, why so god damn early into the relationship? you think i'm gonna put up with that? you think i'm a little bitch? hell no." i snapped at my pleading (ex) boyfriend. "why would i wanna stay with a little bitch like you when there's better people out there? who do you think i am?"

"kiara, i LOVE you!" he pleaded and i snorted.

"oh boohoo. go cry about it to your ex. what's her name? chloe? i'm sure she'd love to hear about it." i taunted, looking away from him. i'm not even that bothered by this, why is he? i mean, i wouldn't wanna lose me either but damn.

"i can't live life without you, do you want me to kill myself?" he asked, on the verge of tears.

"bro? i literally don't care, get out of my face." i chuckled, waving him away. so desperate. what an ego boost! "you had me, cheated on me, what's gone is gone. bye!"

i jumped down from the old washing machine i had been sitting on at the side of the street and walked away, towards my apartment. my apartment was near a strip club, maybe i should go there one day. my phone began to ring and i pulled it out.

unknown number? strange... i answered and an automated voice began explaining how it was california state prison and an inmate was calling. my mind began racing as i furrowed my eyebrows, my walking hurrying so that i could be at home for whoever the fuck was calling me.

i know a lot of people in prison... but why would they be calling me?

i got to my apartment building and ran up the stairs, fumbling with my keys to unlock my door. no, it's not posh like everyone assumes all apartments are. it's real life. dirty. not my apartment though, i clean. maybe even too much.

i got in the door and the voice stopped talking and i heard fumbling. "..hello?" i called out, confused.

"hi princess." i heard someone rasp through the phone and my breathing hitched. is it..

"billie?"

"that's right, baby." i heard her chuckle through the phone. i got shivers at the voice i hadn't heard in so long.

"why're you calling me..?" i questioned, sitting down on my couch slowly.

"i was gonna ask for a favor."

"oh, of course you would want something. what is it, bil?" i asked. my mind still hadn't even nearly comprehended the fact that i was talking to my ex who i hadn't seen since we were 19.

"uh.. so i get out next week, and i'm not welcome to come live with my family-"

"well, of course you're not. you literally-"

"i know what i did!" she interrupted me. "anyways, i have nowhere to stay. you're like the only person i'm still on good terms with. i was thinking maybe you could let me stay with you for a while? 'til i get back on my feet and all." she said casually.

"billie.. i live in a one bedroom apartment." i complained

"that's fine. you don't got a girlfriend, do you?"

"i had a boyfriend until like 30 minutes ago." i giggled.

"oh shit, tell me about it when i get out?" she pleaded. i felt like i couldn't say no to that voice. for one, she's crazy as fuck and would probably hurt me if i said the wrong thing, two, she's sexy and i lowkey missed her.

"ugh, fine billie. you can stay with me. you owe me though, aight?"

"yeah, i appreciate you, forreal. come collect me on monday at 9am." i heard her say before the line cut off. time limit.

i put down my phone, staring at the roof. today was eventful. too eventful. i couldn't even rest either, i had work at 6. i sighed, standing up to go put on my work clothes. jamba juice, what an amazing job. i'm so successful.

billie's pov:
"fuck." the girl whimpered into my ear as i fingered her. you get bored when you're in jail, and (for me at least) nine times out of ten, you end up having sex with your cell mate.

"o'connell! brown!! get off each other." one of the guards shouted through then door and i rolled my eyes, pulling away from her but keeping my fingers inside her. "brown, huh? what's your name, baby?" i purred, biting my lip at her disheveled state.

"lauren." she breathed out, panting.

"good to know, lauren." i smirked before attaching our lips again and moving my fingers inside her. she could barely even kiss back as she moaned into my mouth. that's the shit i like.

kiara's pov:
you know, working at a drive thru is so much more infuriating than you would think. somehow, nobody ever knows exactly what they want.

"have you decided what you want, sir?" i asked in an annoyed tone. i was so over work, i just wanted to go home.

"yeah can i get an açaí primo... two açaí primo's.." he paused again. he sounded real familiar. "um.. an oatmeal, a purely orange.. juice thingy.. and a cold brew."  the seemingly familiar voice asked.

"that's all?"

"yeah."

"okay, pull up." i grumbled, sighing. he did and i- oh. finneas. he hadn't noticed me, he was just talking to the girl in the seat beside him, probably his girlfriend. i stared at him, my jaw dropped as his girlfriends eyes met me and she stared at me with a confused look.

finneas then looked at me and his eyes widened. "kiara! hey! long time no see." he chuckled awkwardly. he hadn't seen me since billie went to prison.

"yup. cash or card?" i deadpanned, not in the mood.

"how are you?" he asked and i sighed.

"fine. cash.. or card...?"

"card." he said, handing me his card. "billie gets out next week."

"yup." i pressed my lips into a line.

"don't talk to her."

"boy don't tell me what to do. you don't talk to her, you don't talk to me. what billie and i do is none of your business, sir." i spat.

"she doesn't deserve you-"

"and you don't deserve my time of day!" i cut him off, throwing his card at him carelessly. "you can pull up now." i gave him a fake smile, waving before accidentally slamming my window.

he drove on and i sighed frustratedly. today is too much.

a break up, talking to billie AND talking to finneas. man, i need some sleep.