This boy next to my room

11

༄ ONE WEEK LATER

June

It's been a week since I arrived at the reformatory and I'm already sick of it. The only positive thing that has happened is my newfound friendship with Kathy. The rest is crap.

The asshole next to my room and I haven't spoken since the last time in the bathroom. He made fun of me at the party and the hatred I feel for him is now completely out of my control. That's why I decided it would be best to ignore him until he leaves or I leave.

Today, the guards gave us an hour free before the daily training. I spend them texting on my phone to Jacob. He gave me a brief feedback of his custody; he told me that the cashier of the kiosk decided to file a complaint and as a result of that, there will be a trial. I'm really afraid for him, he clearly doesn't deserve to go to jail because this whole thing was just a fucking mistake! If only I had listened to my instincts.

I reassure him to tell the whole truth because if he does he might be able to avoid jail.

After spending half an hour talking with him, I decide to go downstairs in the large courtyard to get some fresh air. The weather is nice today and not to take advantage of this beautiful summer sun is sinful.

I sit on a free bench in the courtyard surrounded by large electric fencing. I really feel like someone who has been deprived of freedom for years. This place is literally a teenage prison and I'm starting to harbor some resentment for my father for bringing me here.

When I think back to the life I had at home with my "family" it accentuates this one. At this time of day, Stella is probably being a model mother by taking her son to the park across the street. While Dad is sitting at home, working on his computer while certainly forgetting my existence in this world.

I really have a shitty life.

"Hey there." I hear behind me, this voice sounds familiar. I turn around to confirm my thoughts and indeed it is someone I know.

"Tyler ?"

"In person beauty! What are you doing here all alone?" He asks me as he walks around the bench to sit next to me.

"Nothing important, I was just getting some air." I replied in a breath.

He nods his head still with the same smile I am now used to seeing. After I left the party, I didn't talk to him again, we only exchanged quick glances when we were in the cafeteria or when we passed each other.

"And where else are you from?" I asked in order to finally find out where he was from.

"I am South American, Brazilian to be more precise and you pretty?" He confirms my thoughts.

"I am European; my mother is of British origin and my father is of Italian origin."

"I see where your beauty comes from." He says in a charming tone. This guy doesn't lack for air.

As I was about to start talking, a violent alarm was heard in the whole residence. I energetically plug my ears with my own, grimacing as Tyler laughs.

This ringing announces that we must join the training course.

We leave the courtyard to go to the other course.