Jail Love

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!!!NOT PROOF READ!!!
"Symone Willow Roberts"
"Ivy's"
Pov

"Bruh it's mad hot out here damn." Red shielded her eyes from the sun as we walked out into the courtyard. We really wasn't too big on coming out here but it's nothing better to do so why not.

The boys had asked us to come out here and chill with them. Everyone was scattered across the courtyard doing whatever. The boys were on the basketball court so we went over to greet squeeze.

"It really is cause why I feel like I'm finna die already." I frowned rolling my sleeves up then flipped my shirt up. "Hey y'all." We greeted Squeeze and them.

"Yurrr, blu and Saint playing b ball." He told us before going back to his game of dice. I looked back at the basketball court and saw the boys playing.

"I finna go play with them. You coming." Red looked at me with a raised brow. "No imma just chill." I shook my head. She nodded before going over to the court.

I went and sat at an empty bench and just got on my phone. I was scrolling through ig when I heard my name being called.

"Comere Ivy." I looked up and saw red waving me over. I sighed getting up and walking over to the courts, saying hey to blu and Saint.

"Wassup?" I poked my cheek with my tongue. "You tryna go get tats Wednesday." I nodded I had been slick thinking bout getting another one.

Wednesday was our outting day we could go to places of our choice. "You gotta few already." Saint said eyeing my figure.

He so fine.

"Yea, I like getting tattoos." I said playing with the ends of my hair. I wanna cut and dye it.

"Mmm whatchu gone get." He followed me back to where I had been sitting. "I don't know I do want it on my legs tho."

I liked to place my tattoos on my arms and legs for the most part. I didn't like the way tattoos looked on my abdomen which is why i had so few of them there. It's crazy because I loved saints chest tats.

"Are you gonna get one." I watched him flip his dreads outta his face. "Yea." I chuckled watching him keep having to flip his dreads outta his face.

"Comere lemme put them in a ponytail." I opened my legs for him to sit. He sat in between my legs and I pulled the ponytail holder off my wrist.

"You want me to retwist them?" I questioned gently running my fingers through them pulling them back. "You know how to do it." He leaned his head back looking at me.

"Mmhm I do reds." I admired him. "You're really pretty." I smiled down at him. He smirked looking at me in a way i'd never seen. "Preciate it ma." He chuckled noticing the blush on my cheeks.

"You get on my nerves." I pushed his head up and finished his low ponytail. When I was done he turned around letting me see and he looked good.

I expected him to get up but he stayed where he was and got on his phone.

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I examined myself in the mirror one more time to make sure I looked presentable. I had on a pink button up cropped top. Black leggings , pink Rick Owens geobaskets, and silver jewelry. I had my hair in two French braids today imma cut it idc idc.

I grabbed my white purse and walked out my room and down into the lobby. I went over to where Saint and the others where. "Hi guys." I waved with a small smile.

"You look like a big as kid." Saint shook his head chuckling and I frowned looking down. I didn't think I looked like a kid.

"Anyways what color should I dye my hair after I cut it." He furrowed his brows. "Why you cutting it?" I shrugged I was tired of the length it was almost to my waist and the ends were dry and uneven.