𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔| Robby Keene [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

Chapter One.

chapter one:
❛ new kid ❜

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Alessia sat in the dimly lit computer lab, her fingers tapping idly on the keyboard as she half-heartedly worked on her assignment. The hum of the computers and the occasional clicking of keys filled the room, but her attention was drawn to the TV mounted on the wall. The news was on, and the reporter's voice caught her ear.

"Authorities are still searching for Robby Keene, the student involved in the violent altercation at West Valley High School, which resulted in Miguel Diaz being critically injured. Keene allegedly kicked Diaz off a balcony during a school fight," the reporter stated, the severity of the situation evident in their tone.

Alessia huffed in frustration, shaking her head. "Probably gonna see that kid here soon," she muttered to herself, referring to the likelihood of Robby ending up in juvenile detention. The thought was unsettling, but given the circumstances, she wouldn't be surprised if Robby Keene's next stop was a cell.

Her thoughts wandered to the troubled teens she interacted with regularly. The system was supposed to help them, but it often felt like it was just a revolving door. Alessia's heart ached for them, knowing how easy it was to fall through the cracks.

She glanced back at her screen, trying to focus on her work, but the image of the injured Miguel Diaz and the hunted Robby Keene lingered in her mind. The world outside the lab felt chaotic and uncertain, and she couldn't help but wonder what would become of the kids caught up in it all.

Later that evening, Alessia found herself in her cell, a small, cramped space with stark white walls and a metal bunk bed bolted to the floor. She sat cross-legged on the lower bunk, scribbling in her journal. The cell was dimly lit, the flickering overhead light casting long shadows. Her pen moved fluidly over the paper as she poured her thoughts into the pages, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy in the midst of chaos.

The clanging of the cell door brought her attention back to reality. She looked up to see a guard escorting a new arrival, a boy with a hardened expression and tense posture. Alessia recognized him immediately from the news: Robby Keene.

"Keene, this is your bunkmate," the guard said gruffly, pointing to the upper bunk. "Get settled."

Robby glanced around the small cell, his eyes briefly meeting Alessia's before he looked away, his expression a mix of anger and resignation. He tossed a small duffle bag onto the top bunk and climbed up without a word.

Alessia remained quiet, her pen hovering above her journal as she watched him. She wanted to say something comforting, something to break the ice, but she wasn't sure how. She had always been quiet and sweet, and the situation felt too intense for her usual sunshiney demeanor.

Instead, she went back to her journal, though her focus had shifted. She began to write about her new bunkmate, noting his tense shoulders and the way he seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on them. She wrote about the sadness in his eyes, hidden behind a tough exterior.

"Hey," she said softly after a while, looking up from her journal. "I'm Alessia."

Robby peered over the edge of the bunk, his expression softening just a fraction. "Robby," he replied, his voice low and guarded.

Alessia smiled gently. "If you need anything, just let me know. I know it can be tough in here."

Robby gave a slight nod, then lay back on his bunk, staring up at the ceiling. Alessia returned to her journal, her pen moving swiftly as she continued to observe him. Despite the tension, she hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could be a small light in the dark for him.

As the quiet settled over their cell, Alessia continued to scribble in her journal. The dim light from the corridor outside cast a soft glow over her, highlighting the peaceful concentration on her face. She took a deep breath, glancing up at Robby, who was still looking around, trying to get used to his new surroundings.

"So, why are you in here?" she asked softly, even though she already knew from the news reports.

Robby's eyes narrowed slightly, his guard still up. "None of your business," he replied, a hint of defiance in his voice.

Alessia smiled gently, unfazed by his response. "That's okay," she said. "Whenever you feel like telling me, I'll tell you why I'm here."

Robby's curiosity piqued, but he didn't press further. Instead, he noticed her journal and asked, "What are you drawing?"

Without hesitation, Alessia flipped the journal around and showed him the half-done drawing of him. Robby studied the sketch, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're really good," he admitted.

"Thanks," Alessia replied, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I like to draw to pass the time. It's kind of my escape."

She then pointed to the upper bunk. "By the way, the top bunk is mine," she said with a playful grin. "But I'll give you some tips to survive in here. First, don't piss off Shawn Payne. He'll make your life a living hell."

Robby raised an eyebrow. "Good to know," he said. "Why do you draw?"

Alessia shrugged, her smile fading slightly. "I got into it when I got here. Helps me cope, I guess. How long have you been here?"

"Three years," she answered softly. "I'll be out in a few months."

Robby's eyes widened. "Three years? That's a long time."

Alessia laughed, a sound that seemed out of place in the bleak cell. "Not that close yet, Keene. Gotta tell me why you're here, and then I'll tell you why I am."

Robby nodded, understanding. He lay down on the bottom bunk, lost in thought. Just then, the guards came by, announcing lights out.

Alessia put her journal away and settled into her bed. "Goodnight, Robby," she said softly.

"Goodnight, Alessia," Robby replied, his voice tinged with a newfound sense of calm. As the cell descended into darkness, both found a strange sense of comfort in each other's presence, knowing they weren't entirely alone in their struggles.

ASH SPEAKS!

sorry for very short chapter, but it's a small introduction to alessia :))