Bad Boy Behind Bars

You smell of wet dog

"Please tell me you're not doing what I think you are?" I sat down at my lunch table with my headphone shoved into my ear the volume on max and my phone out in front of me. Not really paying attention to what was happening around me. I slowly shoved random food in my mouth my eyes never leaving the screen. "I was talking to you" Robyn My best friend shouted yanking my headphones out, with brute force might I add. Robyn was a tiny 5ft frame with long cascading blonde hair with piercing blue eyes that started into your soul. And not I a good away, a way that makes me want to pee my pants and turn to stone. Her appearance was the complete opposite of mine I was at least half a foot taller than her and my green eyes didn't do that freaky soul searching thing she had going.

"Ouch that hurt" I said untangling my headphone from the knot it has now caused in my murky brown hair, stupid silicone wiring that just sticks to everything.

"When are you going to stop watching that darn show?"

"I'm preparing myself for prison, you can never be too prepared, I need to know what to expect" the twins that were opposite me, Kimberly and Lila both rolled their brown eyes at me.

"Look I don't see why everyone has a problem with it, you don't have to watch it" huffing I shoved my phone in my pocket

"We have to sit here watching you watch it for the millionth time, you obsess over it too much" Robyn had a mouth full of pasta as she was speaking. Lovely and she thinks I'm the problem. Lesson one for Robyn, table manners.

"Ok how about I don't watch while I'm with you guys, and you don't talk while you have food in your mouth?"

"Deal"

"You say that was you are currently eating, I can see everything Robyn, and once it's left the plate I don't need to re see it" she just huffed in response and carried on eating.

"Party at mine, everyone's invited" Amber the schools queen shouted down the hallway, I wasn't really listening as I had to run home before it started raining. I was pushing past people in order to get my way out the doors. I rang my brother in hope that he was at home so he could come and get me, but no straight to voicemail.

I've never been the best athlete so running wasn't my strong point, saying it wasn't my strong point was an understatement. I always came last in races, and like 10 minutes later than everyone else where its so embarrassing you just don't want to finish, but there I am crossing the line red in the face, sweat dripping off my boy, and my mother tells me its only 100 metres, 100 meters my ass. So that in mind me trying to run home before it starts raining in jeans and my bag over my shoulder, just doesn't seem possible. I don't know why I try if I'm honest with you. I was about half way home when I tripped and everything went everywhere, my bag was now a million miles away from me, my hair stuck to my face and a rip in my jeans "Shit" I looked down at my knee and speckles of blood started to appear. And then it started raining. Great. Could this day get any better?

"Well fuck it" I reached for my bag and limped the rest of the way home, because I over exaggerate and to me I just broke my leg.

I pulled the keys out of my pocket pushing it into the lock, whipping my hair out of my face, it was so wet that it had started to clump together, it didn't help that the rain was cold and I was shivering trying to unlock my front door. When the door did finally open I pretty much fell in the house "Ouch" I grumbled pulling myself off the floor wincing as I did so.

"What are you doing on the floor and why is the door wide open?" Charlie my older brother asked

"Oh cause I just fell straight through it" I slammed the door behind me annoyed at my brother for not answering his phone. "Why didn't you pick up your ph-"