𝐉𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 (DISCONTINUED)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2

"Angel. My sweet, sweet angel," Shawn said to another boy, Mateo, as they walked into the mess a couple days later."That care package your mom sent was dope. Empanadas? Next level shit right there. Be sure to thank her for me."

"Thank her for me too. I didn't want to eat it but I've been in here longer than you. If I had to eat this bland prison food any longer I would've lost my taste buds but, I'm sure you understand. Right, Mateo?" Alora said fake pouting, patting him on the shoulders. He didn't look up from his card game.

"Still. Empanadas, no empanadas, this is our table, homie," Shawn said putting his hands down on the table. The boy glanced up at his hands on the table and went back to ignoring them. Shawn laughed at the action.

"Shit. Did you see that Lora?" Shawn said, smiling widely.

"Oh, I saw it. Looks like someone's growing a backbone," Alora laughed.

"Man must be deaf," he sucked his teeth and dropped his smile "I said that's our table homie!" he yelled.

"He's not deaf, just dumber than a rock," Alora commented, crossing her arms. She really wasn't trying to do this right now; she just wanted to play her stupid game. "Shawn would you please," she sighed, motioning to the ignorant boy. Shawn nodded, reaching across the table and slammed his head into the table. That was when Alora became aware of a certain green-eyed boy peering over at them.

"What are you looking at, newbie?"

"You ok, man?" he asked Mateo. His nose was bleeding and there was definitely gonna be a big bruise. He just kept his head down and finally left their table.

An officer came out of the office announcing, "Robby Keene, phone call."

"Robby Keene," Alora whispered, her eyes flicking up to meet Shawn's. They sat down at their table as they watched him pick up the phone.

"Hello?" he said into the phone.

"Robby. Hi. I'm so glad I got you," Daniel said. Robby rolled his eyes and hung up the phone.

"Trouble in paradise, Keene?" Alora asked mockingly.

"At least someone cares about me enough to call," Robby said walking past her, her smug smile faltering only a little bit.

"Whatever," she scoffed, putting her smirk back on her face. "He doesn't know anything," she mumbled to herself.

"We'll get him later, don't worry," Shawn added, his eyes tracking Robby's receding form.

"It's all good but you know what I think I'm gonna go take a nap right now," she said standing up and going back to her room.

All of the boys slept together in community rooms but she obviously got other accommodations and was given a tiny room with a clear door that locked from the outside. It wasn't much, however it was more than she had living with her mother so she was pretty okay with it. She laid in her bed and tossed and turned trying to sleep except sleep refused to take her.

Instead, she turned on her back and stared at the gray ceiling above her, imagining what her life would be like if she had a normal life. A life she was determined to get if it was the last thing she does. Alora's time was almost up and since she was still a minor with no guardian she would go straight from juvie to foster care. She wouldn't let them take her from one jail to another; she couldn't, she wouldn't.

A few days later, she entered the mess and took a seat right next to Robby.

"Wanna play a game?" Alora asked, crossing her arms and leaning over the table.

"What game?" Robby questioned, scanning the Hispanic girl's face. He had been in there for a week now and still hadn't figured her out much besides the fact that she had the whole place under her pretty little thumb.