Focus On Me Part 2

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Read A/N at the end babes

                     Ariana's P.O.V.

"Grande-Butera." My name was called. Just like it has been for the past 2 months. I walked up and grabbed my clothes. Not just our typical old everyday orange jumpsuit, but new clothes. Clothes like somebody would wear to court. "Um, aren't you supposed to be handing me an orange jumpsuit instead of this. Not that I don't mind." I responded quickly. "Your not getting a jumpsuit Grande. Now move on, you are to be in court in 45 minutes. "For what? I haven't done anything." I replied sassily Yeah, I got to be quite the back-talker while I was here. I also came to be quite the fighter because here in this women's prison you have to fight for a lot of things. Here's a hint: Don't drop your soap. If you do be prepared to fight. I grabbed my clothes and walked away with a hint of attitude. I walked back to my cell and began to change not caring who was looking. I had gotten used to it. I've made friends and i've made enemies, but everybody knows that at the end of the day I will put up a fight. I was ready in 15 minutes with my hair up in it's usual ponytail. I went to go lay down in my bunk and take a quick nap. "GRANDE!" one of the officers tapped her baton (the sticks that police officers have) against my cell door. I looked up at her tiredly and angrily at the same time. "Come on. You're getting a hair straightener, and makeup. We need you to look like your wide awake and not angry. Also, im gonna tell you this now. We see you fighting with anybody over this stuff and its gone. G-O-N-E." I nodded and followed her where she led me to the bathroom that was reserved for officers. It's huge and it was always clean and just perfection. No inmate has ever been in here. I gasped and looked around in awe. As I was walking around admiring the place in my cheap flats since I am not allowed to have anything over $20 if its clothing. So that means no Michael Kors, no Victoria's Secret, no nothing expensive. I was handed a pair of pointy toe heels that were nude. "Are those Christian Louboutin's?" I looked at them in admiration after not seeing any in a while. "Yes. They are. Take off those flats and put these on Grande." She said to me with a smile on her face. I smiled back and grabbed them and switched them out for my crappy flats. I was handed a hot hair straightener to straighten my hair. "Um can I have a couple elastic bands to tie my hair into section?" I asked. She nodded and I grabbed them from the jar. I sectioned the whole back of my hair in half and the top of my head went into the elastic band. I straightened that bottom row and continued to take strands out and straighten and section them. Once I was done I handed them back the straightener and elastic bands, I kept one to put on my wrist though. I was than handed a toothbrush and I brushed my teeth. "Um, by any chance is it possible that I can have my engagement ring back? It means a lot to me and I just really need it. By the time I was finished I had to go out for court. I was walking out when the guard called me back. "Grande!" I turned around. "Yes?" "I know your pregnant so don't stress yourself." She said hesitating. "Thanks." I smiled and turned around continuing to walk. "Wait Grande!" She called. "Yeah? I turned back around. She held out a purse towards me. Not just any purse but a really expensive Prada purse. "Here. Use this. You might need what's inside of it." She handed it to me. I smiled and thanked her and quickly turned around and began fast walking to the bus that will take me to the courtroom.

        Luke's P.O.V.
I was just sitting quietly and patiently in my cell waiting for them to let me out to grab my new clothes and do laundry, when the guard tapped his baton on my cell door. "Hemmings! Get ready to go to court! Your due in 45 minutes!" He said. "Court?" I mumbled under my breath but I got up and began to get ready. I grabbed my toothbrush and went into the bathroom all of us prisoners shared. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. Once I got out I went to go get my orange jumpsuit. "Hey Hemmings! Your not wearing an orange jumpsuit! Come get this suit and dress shoes!" the guard yelled. I nodded and came to grab it. I finished quickly and I walked out, ready for court.

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