The Badboy and The Jailbird

Chapter 1 "Jail"

Present Time...

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

This is all I hear right now. All I see is a different story.

Mac is standing in front of me with his gigantic hands and feet trying to punch me. He is too big and slow, so dodging him is easy. We are surrounded by a circle of girls and boys. (Some boys in jail are wimps despite what you might think.) We are in the cafeteria. How did we get into this mess? Well, I was casually walking to my table after getting my food and this big Mac overhear decides it would be funny to trip me. I don't know why but he does. As he sticks his foot out I pretend to trip tossing my food right into his face. And then he punched me. and I punched him, and now we are surrounded by people.

When I was 10 I studied martial arts. I got to a blue belt so I was alright. Mac on the other stand was skilled in another area, trash talk. He can throw a mean punch with those words but not with his fist.

I punch him on the left side of his face. Then in his stomach. And then in his face again. Finally, I think he is going to pass out but I was wrong when he attempts to punch me in the stomach. I dodge and kick him to the floor where he passes out.

I speak to the body on the floor, "Dumbass, never mess with me. You should know that by now."

In response, I get a groan as two guards struggle to pick him up and carry him to the infirmary. The first time I fought this beast I won and there was a lot of blood. Not only his blood either. That was one of my first fights.

Right now I am in the cafeteria. It has been 30 minutes since I got here, 23 since I got my food, 20 since I started getting in a fight, and 7 since the fight ended. I have 5 minutes to eat something before it is our 1 hour of free time. I decide to just grab an apple. Then I walk to the table I usually sit at. Tomorrow is my release date but to be honest I don't really want to leave.

The main reason I don't want to leave is that of my boyfriend, Caleb. He doesn't get out for another month The second is because of the friends I have made here. Like my friend Kylie who was sentenced halfway through my year to 1 ½ year for armed robbery. She has become my wingman so to speak. Caleb is 17 and Kylie is 16. I will be turning 18 in 2 months. I had my 17th birthday in jail.

My relatives frequently say, Oh that's terrible!, or That must have been the worst birthday ever. It was actually the best birthday ever. On earlier birthdays my parents either wouldn't have been there or my mom was working and my dad was drunk or something like that. The only birthday they were there for was my 10th birthday and that was a disaster.

First off the magician was late so my parents thought it would be good to entertain us themselves. They were wrong. Halfway through them telling and acting out Peter Pan they started getting into a heated argument and stormed off while we were left there alone with the cake. As you can imagine within 5 minutes the cake was half on the faces and clothes of the kids and half all over the walls of the house.

Anyways, my schedule is pretty simple:

7:30 - Get up.

8:00 - Breakfast

8:30 - Tutor/School

10:30- Break

12:00 - Lunch

12:30 - Restricted yard time

1:30 - Designated job (laundry, dishes, mopping, etc.)

3:30 - Cell maintenance and cleanup

4:00- Tutor/school

5:30 - Dinner

6:30 - Shower and Clean up

7:30 - Cell Time

9:00 - Lights out

Right now lunch is just ending and it is a free period. Usually, during this, we play cards or truth or dare or something like that. Today is our friend Johnny's turn to pick what we do and he has chosen to spin the bottle.

I don't really pay attention to who gets landed on but I do know when it lands on me. I look trying to figure out who spun it while I crawl into the middle. Looking around the circle no one steps up probably knowing that it's my last day and I'm mad. I tend to bite people when I am mad.

Finally, a boy named Jose who is only 15 crawls forward and I just smirk at him. He just got here a few days ago for armed shoplifting. I was aware he was wrongfully accused because you could tell he was sweet and innocent and he was about to kiss a girl as far as you could probably go from innocence.

The awkward little Spanish boy slowly started to lean in, but not before I asked him a question.

"Is this your first kiss?" He immediately blushed and pulled back, as if it was the most embarrassing thing he had ever admitted.

Jose finally squeaked out one word, "Yes."

I finally leaned in closing the gap between us, moving my lips in sync with his. For his first time kissing someone he was pretty darn good if I don't say so myself.

He pulled away after around 3 seconds and immediately sat back down in the circle. I looked around at our little group, sad that I would have to leave them in less than 24 hours. Our group consisted of one of my best friends in the whole world, Kylie, who I mentioned earlier, then next to her was Caleb, my boyfriend, then there was Marco.

He was the best guy friend I have ever had. He was always there for me even before jail. Yeah, I knew Marco way before jail. He got thrown in here Major vandalism to the side of a building belonging to a wealthy company by the name of Apple (he has a thing for them). Our parents knew each other so we were kind of forced to hang out. At least he was my age and not like 4 years younger than me.

Well after him is Sarah who is 18. She is all hardcore, rock prodigy. Music is her area of expertise, more specifically rock music. She has a few piercings but nothing too major. I have one on my belly button but that's pretty much it. I don't do that gang vibe. She is being transferred to the county jail in a few weeks though. I am more of a skater chick that where's Vans and baggy flannels and basketball shorts usually throwing in a hat or two.

After Sarah comes Jose. He usually acts like he doesn't belong but I think he will eventually warm up to us. This one year in jail has changed me. I even made some friends.

Someone talking snaps me out of my thoughts. "Get your lazy ass out of the circle!"

I looked over to see Marco giving me his little pouty death glare while I just stick my tongue out in exchange. Real mature, I think to myself sitting back down.

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The rest of the day goes by in an instant, by the end of it I am exhausted.

As I lay in bed and think about how tomorrow will go, I can't help but think about what will happen if I see Taylor again. Part of me longs to see him again yet part of me wants nothing to do with him since he didn't have to go to jail. He made me feel not terrible yet angrier than I have ever felt before. I decide if I ever see him again the first thing I will do is slap him.

Before long I slowly drifted off to sleep, humming random songs in my head.