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Y'all go read my other story's✨✨✨
Disclaimer: this story is purely for a bit of fun The timeline might be a bit wrong just to make it more convenient to this story. There is probably many mistakes throughout all of it cuz I'm shit at proofreading and really cant be bothered to go through it 10 times over. U can probably just guess what it's meant to say when there is a mistake.
Anyway, enjoy or not I rlly don't care it's just a fucking Wattpad story.
Kali POV >>>>> Why the fuck am I even here. Just because my niggas left me in that house and threw they guns at me, I get the blame? That shit isn't fucking fair. Plus this bus smells like BO and feet. I never mind busses, but this one, the one taking me to juvenile for a year... I can't stand it. I'm one of the first ones they pick up. We make about 2 different stops to different care homes and social centres. The last stop we take was the one that changed my life forever
Jahseh POV >>>>> I sit on the bus bench outside my care home, fiddling with my dreads. I just got them re done, cuz I have no fucking idea how long they gone lick me up for. My sentence is supposed to be 11 months, but fuck knows they shit I finna get myself into
When the Laurderhill Correctional detention centre bus came around the corner, my heart sank. But I got in anyway, with the one small bag they allow. The second I get on the bus, I make eye contact with her. She's gorgeous. Perfect jumbo braids, perfect body... her hips, her waist. And her face... she smiles at me and I freeze for a second, before the security guard yells at me to sit down. I sit next to the closet seat to me, and I turn to the boy next to me. He's wearing a weird ski mask on his head, with by the looks of things, he refused to hand over when he got in the bus.
Kali POV >>>>> I sit in my cell and for some reason, I can't stop thinking about the boy. He had blonde and black dreads split down the middl. His face tattoos... a 17 in his hairline, numb under his eye, a broken heart under the other, Alone above his eyebrow, and what looks like an elephant tattoo on his neck. The bell goes and it's time for dinner. The guards come and unlock my cell, and I glare at them as I leave my cell.
I go to the canteen and sit in a table all alone. I look around the hall as I eat, and see the blonde and black dreads I've been thinking about all day. I stare at him for a good 2 minutes, untill his friend tells him something and points at me. I immediately turn around and pretend I wasn't looking. I tell himself to snap out of it. This is not place to obsess over a boy. I'm a 16 year old in prison. Shit can't get much worse, but heartbreak can come close. And I ain't got time for that shit.
Jahseh POV >>>>> Me and ski (that's what I call him because we joked about it on the bus) eat our dinner in the canteen on a table with just us 2. I we talk about random shit, untill ski says something to me
"Bro there's a girl behind yo staring love hearts at your right now."
I spin my head round and see the girl from the bus on the table behind, but she was simply staring at her food
"What chu on about nigga?" I asked ski. "Nah I swear on my mama grave she was looking at you. But never mind... she lookin like a tasty snack right now" ski licks his lips and smiles. I roll my eyes at him and look back one more time at the girl. This time, I see her head whip backwards and I smile to myself.
A/N: goin back thru the fist couple chapters, I can already find things that I didn't really come back to
During writing I always try to bring things back to something I said in previous chapters, but sometimes I forget, and then I read back and realise what I great storyline I've missed out on.
