jailbird | b.e.

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billie's pov:
"what's wrong?" i asked kiara who was crying on her couch. i sat next to her and pulled her into my side.

"my cousin.. he got stabbed." she sobbed and i froze.

"what's your cousin's name, baby?" i asked.

"mikie.. michael" she told me and i nodded, realizing that this was my fault.

"it's okay, baby. it was just a stab to the stomach, he'll be fine." i reassured her.

she sat up, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. "huh?"

"i said he'd be fine?" i repeated myself, confused by her reaction.

"you said it was "just a stab to his stomach"... how do you know?" she questioned and i froze once again.

"uh.. heard about it. he'll be fine, baby." i tried reassuring her, hoping that she was buying what i was saying.

she slowly nodded her head. "right.." she began to stare off into the distance, saying nothing.

kiara's pov:
billie's been acting weird.. real weird. she thinks i don't know her like the back of my hand, too. she's either fucking someone on the low or she's hurt someone. either way i'm mad.

if she's fucking someone, i'm mad because she said she loves me. if she hurt someone, well... why wouldn't i be mad?

the idea that billie is the one who stabbed mikie flashed through my head for a moment. nah. she wouldn't do that.

she really would.

would she?

she wouldn't hurt my cousin, i decided. she would hurt a lot of people, but not anyone who means something to me.

billie's pov:
what if i get caught? i decided to go for a walk to clear my head. i basically ran out the door, walking down the street quickly to get as far away from kiara's house as possible.

i won't get caught, i thought to myself. the thrill of hurting people is so addictive and tempting, but i'm not trynna go back to prison. i've already hospitalized a guy.. i've only been out for like.. less than two weeks, i don't know.

i mean.. it's not that bad once you get used to it. before i went to prison i was terrified of the idea of going, but once i actually went there i wasn't exactly miserable- i'm not saying i liked it but... i wouldn't really care if i went back.

the fact that you're surrounded by criminals isn't that concerning when you're a criminal yourself, you know? it's whatever.

i won't go back. i'm gonna somehow buy myself a house and i'm gonna find myself a wife *cough* kiara *cough* and we're gonna live our lives together.

"billie? is that you?" someone called me and i squinted my totes trying to see them. my eyesight's not the best, but i'll look like a little bitch if i get glasses. i'm not a little bitch.

i soon recognized who was calling me. "marc.. hey." i unamusedly greeted him.

i hate this guy. he could die tomorrow and i wouldn't care. well, everyone could die tomorrow and i wouldn't care.

"how are you?" he asked and i rolled my eyes.

"don't act like you care. you were nothing but a fuck to me before prison, and i don't know you now. if you're looking for somewhere to put your dick, you won't find it here. goodbye!"

i began to walk away but he caught up to me. "nah, wait! i wanna hang out some time. what do you say?"

"bro, no." i chuckled. he was low key frustrating me but whatever.

"we can smoke." he added and i perked up instantly.

"for free?"

"yeah." he breathed out. it seemed like he didn't wanna share but- he was offering so...

"yeah, whatever. fine." i rolled my eyes, although i was excited for the free weed.

"cool! let's go to my place." marc said and i nodded, following him.

***

uh.. yeah me and marc may or may not have hooked up! i forgot that i like guys too, honestly. obviously in prison the males and females are separated so i was surrounded by girls the whole time.

i don't really even know how it happened. he was flirting with me and all of a sudden i wasn't opposed to the idea of getting with him and one thing led to another and next thing i knew he came inside me!! great, i know.

once i got back home, kiara seemed to have just gotten back from work. "hey." i greeted her and she said it back.

"where were you?" she asked me.

"uh.. with a guy." i told her and she looked up at me, furrowing her eyebrows.

"who?"

"marc.." i admitted, knowing that she knew full well who marc is.

"oh? the guy you used to hook up with?" she questioned and i rolled my eyes.

"yeah."

"right. what did y'all do?"

"fuck." i snorted and she raised her eyebrows.

"okay miss "i'm in love with you!"" she said bitterly. huh?

"what? we're not even together, why the fuck do you care?" i asked and she scoffed.

"it's a bit obvious that i like you, billie. we do couple shit all the time. we kiss, fuck, cuddle, shower together, all that." she shook her head.

i walked over to the couch and sat down. "well, you like to play hard to get. you act like you like me when you're sad or horny for my attention and then act like we're just friends the rest of the time, fuck off. i don't chase bitches." i said nonchalantly as i turned on the tv.

"are you serious?"

i hummed in agreement. "ooh, spongebob is on! missed that shit." i muttered to myself as i turned up the volume.

"i do like you, you're just a freak and i don't know if i want to be in a relationship with you!" she yelled and i raised an eyebrow. fuck's she yelling at?

"then don't, since i'm such a freak." i deadpanned. "and tone it down a little."

it was that one spongebob episode where the ghost is there and patrick is driving the ship and he says "leedle leedle leedle lee".

"i love spongebob, man." i told kiara and she rolled her eyes.

"i don't care!" she said and i shook my head. the disrespect...

"you're being really annoying and i'm not sure what point you're trying to make, so if you could stop talking that would be cool." i mumbled. "what's for dinner?"

"my fist." she muttered. i wasn't looking at her, but she was probably flipping me off or something.

"you sound like my mom." i chuckled.

"ugh!"

she stormed out the room and i sat back, letting out a sigh of relief. kiara is always mad at something, i swear.

i ended up staying the night on the couch, still not sure of why kiara was mad.

i'll never understand girls.