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

Chapter Two.

chapter two:
❛ the wise words of alessia chavez ❜

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In the longue, Alessia sat alone at a table, doodling in her notebook. Her cheap juvie headphones blared an 80s music mixtape, offering a brief escape from her grim surroundings. Her concentration was interrupted when she heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, she saw Robby standing there.

"Hey, Alessia. Is it okay if I sit here? I'm gonna read. I won't bother you," Robby asked, holding up a book.

Alessia smiled warmly. "Sure, go ahead."

Robby settled down across from her and opened his book, immediately engrossed. Alessia tried to return to her drawing but found her eyes drifting to him repeatedly. His focused expression and the way his brow furrowed slightly as he read were captivating. Without realizing it, she began sketching him.

After a few minutes, she tapped him on the shoulder. Robby looked up, eyebrows raised in surprise. Alessia held up her notebook, revealing a detailed sketch of him absorbed in his book.

"Woah, that's really good. But why do you keep drawing me?" he asked with a chuckle.

Alessia shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I don't know, actually. I just keep wanting to draw you," she admitted.

Robby nodded appreciatively. "It's cool. You're really talented."

A blush crept up Alessia's cheeks at the compliment. "Thanks. I'll be back. Gotta use the ladies' room. Watch my notebook, please?" she asked, standing up.

"Sure thing," Robby replied, placing his book down.

Alessia walked down the hallway towards the bathrooms, her footsteps echoing off the walls. A cop stood near the door, and she nodded towards it. "Bathroom, please."

The cop turned to unlock the door, and she stepped inside. After finishing up, she walked out, but the cop was nowhere to be seen. Confused, she started back towards the longue. Suddenly, she was thrown into the wall, someone pinning her arm behind her back.

"What the hell?" Alessia gasped, struggling against the force holding her.

It was Emilia, a notorious bully in juvie who loved tormenting Alessia. "Hey, weakling," Emilia taunted, her voice dripping with malice.

Alessia tried to shove her off, but Emilia tightened her grip, causing a sharp pain to shoot through Alessia's arm. "What do you want, Emilia?" Alessia demanded, her voice shaky.