Pablo Rodriguez

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Rajae POV

My jaw was swollen a little from the fight yesterday. I aint Trip doe. He got me good but I still fucked him up. I was icing my jaw when one of the guards stopped in front of my cell with a short Latino.

"Rise and shine sleepin beauty! You gotta new cell mate!" He said laughing. His country accent was irritating as fuck.

He opened the cell and pushed him in. He had tattoos all over is arms and a few on his face. He was about 5'3 and he had a brush fade hair cut.

"Play nicely." They guard said.

"Aye uh, Which bunk is yours?" He asked. He had a heavy accent too.

"You can take the top one."

He nodded and put his stuff up there.

"Im Pablo." He said holding his hand out. I just looked at him and nodded.

"So what you in for?" He asked trying to make conversation. I just looked at him and looked away.

"They say I killed someone." I said.

"Aw thass fucked up homes. You in for somethin' you didn't do."

"Who said I didn't.." It wasn't really a question it was more of a statement.

He finally got quiet then started back talkin' again.

"Well I'm in for drug trafficking and possession of illegal weapons. They gave me 8 1/2 years. But no worries. It'll take more than that to get to me. I got this fine Chiquita waiting for me at home. Caramel brown skin and long black hair. Tengo tres primos observándola until I get back. Then there's my moms who.."

"My nigga do you EVER shut up? It's bad enough you got that Mexican ass accent Ion understand shit you be sayin' man damn!"

He just looked at me kind of shocked. My jaw started to hurt again so I put the ice pack on it and laid down.

"I'm not Mexican."

"Well what ever the fuck you is ion care if you really wanna know." I said not givin' a fuck.

This finna be a long couple of months.

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