This boy next to my room

2

Connor

Fuck, it happened again.

I look at myself through the mirror. My dark circles are very visible, showing my fatigue, and they are accentuated by the dull morning light. Behind my reflection, I can see the silhouette of.. Um, I forgot her name. She is comfortably wrapped between my white sheets and seems to be sleeping deeply.

I made the mistake of sleeping with a girl from reformatory again, stupid, I know, I could have avoided it, but my tail decided otherwise.

I can guarantee you that this story will end like all the others.

She will fall in love with me.

Just like every other girl I've ever fucked.

I sigh in annoyance before picking up my phone that was sitting on my bedside table. I briefly look at the time: 8:10 is displayed. It won't be long before the guards wake us up for breakfast and morning training. I turn off my phone.

I look at myself again. I look like a clown. My black hair falls over my forehead, a sign that I need to cut it. My skin is paler than that of an Eastern European, and to top it off, I have a little beard growth on the tip of my jaw.

"You look good, don't worry." I hear.

I instantly look up at her reflection. The girl has woken up. She is now sitting on my bed, holding the sheet against her body to hide her private parts. It's a bit silly because yesterday I saw everything.

"Get out of my room." I order curtly as I turn to her.

She widens her eyes slightly. Probably surprised at my tone. She will have to get used to it because I do not intend to maintain a relationship like "sex friend" kind with her. I consider her a one-night stand.

"Is everything okay Connor? You looked a lot softer yester-"

"Maybe, but now it's over, get out." I cut her off.

Fortunately, she does not insist and withdraws from my bed. She gives me a last look before leaving my room. After that, I let out an umpteenth sigh. This day is going to be shitty.

                                      ...

We enter the large courtyard of the reformatory. A guard holds my handcuffed wrists. I glance behind me, there is Tyler, my friend. He is also handcuffed and as usual, he is arguing with the policeman. This guy is really not possible.

Once I arrived in front of the field, the handcuffs were removed. The California sun burns my eyes and my skin. But at least I'm going to get a tan.

"Connor! Fuck, I was this close to killing that asshole cop." Growls my friend as he walks up to me. "He was crushing my wrists with his fucking handcuffs."

I smile at him. His brown hair and eyes are lightened by the sun, making him much warmer and bringing out his southern looks.

"You're such a jerk Tyler." I throw out before I start running down the track. He follows me with a wide smile on his face.

"So, this girl, Cynthia ? Did you fuck her good last night?" He ask.

Oh, so that's her name.

I stare at him dirtily as he stares at me with his big eyes. I can't help but laugh.

"Yeah, that was a good one." I reply.