Juvenile Delinquent (Lams)

Chapter Three

Alexander Pov
I woke up to loud footsteps and chattering. I opened my eyes and turned to my side. Right. I'm in this hellhole. I groaned and pulled my blanket over my head. My blanket got pulled off.

"Alex!" John hissed. "Why weren't you at drills?"

"Washington said I didn't have to go." I said in a matter-of-factly voice.

"I swear it's only been two days and he treats you like his son." John muttered.

My eye twitched slightly but I said nothing. I'm a little touchy on the whole 'son' subject. I guess you could say I have daddy issues. But I don't want to because that makes it sound like my dad raped me. Which he didn't, by the way. Abuse? Maybe... Rape? No way. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Hey! Your that Hamilton kid!" A guy said.

"I'm Thomas." He told me.

"Call me Alex." I replied.

"Why weren't you at the orientation? Or todays drills?" He asked kindly.

This has gotta be an act. I don't trust anybody.

"Why the hell do you wanna know?" I growled.

"Damnnn! Hamilton's got balls!" I heard someone call.

Another guy came behind Thomas and pushed him out of the way.

"I'm Herc." He said, holding his hand out.

I looked at his hand and then his face.

"And I don't like human contact." I told him.

I heard Laurens snicker from the bed above me.

He put his hand back and Thomas asked, "How'd you get stuck in this place?"

"By doing some bad shit." I muttered.

"What kinda shit? Theft? Joyriding? Assault? Possibly drugs? You don't look like the guy to do drugs but you never know. How old are you? Why are you so short? What's with your voice?" He asked.

"I'm not saying what I did but I'm sixteen. I don't know why I'm so short and what do you mean what's with my voice?" I asked.

"Well one, you're sixteen?! Damn puberty did not do you well my dude and two I mean your accent. And bruh why the fuck hasn't your voice dropped yet?" He asked.

"I'm not that short." I grumbled.

"You're pretty short. And that's coming from a short guy." Laurens said from above us.

"You're not short!" I exclaimed.

"To you maybe." He replied.

"Oh fuck off." I said. "My voice did drop but uh...yeah...like you said...puberty didn't give me the best hand of cards and I'm from Nev- New Jersey. I'm from New Jersey." I lied.

I guess he wasn't paying attention when Adams asked me about it.

"Jersey? You don't seem like a Jersey kid." Thomas said.

"Well be my guest and explain what a Jersey kid is like." I snapped.

"I dunno but I know for a fact it's not you. Again, how'd you even get here?" Thomas asked.

"Asshole. I'm not going to tell you why I'm here. I did some stupid stuff and then I went on a stupid trial and then they were like juvie or boot camp and my lawyer was like "juvie sucks" and now I'm here."

"...yes but what did you do?" Herc asked.

I groaned and laid back down on my bed.

"John? Do you know?" Herc asked.

"No, but he's here for ten fucking months." John said.

"John! Traitor!" I hissed.

"Ten months? What did you do?" Thomas exclaimed.

"Some bad s-stuff! Ok? J-just leave me alone about it." I managed to say.

"Aw come on Lexi, it can't be that bad. You're too small to be remotely threatening." John said.

Herc and Thomas had to stifle their laughter.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I growled.

"I said, you are too small to be-"

I pulled a bat out from under my bed. Don't ask me, when or how I managed to put that there. I have my ways.

"Holy shit! Where'd that come from?!" John shouted.

"My fucking ass." I replied.

"Theft. It has to be theft. He's a sneaky motherfucker." I heard Herc mutter.

My eye twitched softly.

"Can you please shut up?" I hissed.

"Wait how'd you fit a baseball bat in your ass?" Thomas asked.

I facepalmed.

"T-Thomas...god your an idiot...I was able to fit it in my ass because I'm gay as fuck and I find it pleasurable to keep a giant fucking bat in my ass." I said sarcastically.

"I don't doubt that he's gay." Herc muttered.

I leaned on the bat like a cane.

"I'm a bisexual bitch. Oh and by the way do you have a lighter by any chance?" I asked.

Herc looked at me questioningly.

"Lighter...like ya know...fire?" I elaborated.

"...I know what a lighter is dipshit, why do you want one?" He asked.

"Do you smoke? I swear to god if you smoke Im going to actually shove that up your ass." John growled, looking at me from the top bunk.

"If you did that I'd moan, now lighter. Anyone have a lighter?" I asked again.

Thomas shook his head yes and then said, "Give me a second, I'll be back."

"Where's Laf?" John asked.

"He got in trouble for backtalking. I think he's still doing push-ups outside. Or maybe he went to the showers or somethin'." Herc said.

Thomas came back and handed me a lighter.

"Thank you." I muttered.

"Wait, Alex what are you doing?" John asked.

I pulled cigarettes out of my pocket.

"I'm manipulative and sneaky. So I managed to bring a few things...if you look through my bag you may or may not find some alcohol if you want it." I called over my shoulder.

I headed outside and leaned against the wall. I pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke. Damn I'm fucked up.

"Hamilton! What in God's name are you doing?!" Washington screamed.

I looked in the direction of screaming and saw Washington storming towards me. Aw shit. I threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped on it and then started booking it to the gate.

"HAMILTON! YOU WILL BE HERE FOR A YEAR!" He shouted.

I started to hop the fence.

"IF YOU HOP THAT FENCE ILL MAKE THAT TWO YEARS!" He shouted.

"You can't catch me! I'll never go to court! Or juvie! Fuck you! Fuck Adams! Tell Adams to kill himself!" I shouted back, now on the other side of the fence.

My friends had come out and were cheering me on. Not John though. He stood there, jaw dropped.

Washington opened the gate and started coming after me. I yelped and kept running.

"Son, don't make me call the police!" He shouted.

"If you do I will murder Adams!" I shouted back.

I tripped and fell. I scraped the whole side of my leg against the hot pavement. I scrambled to get up.
But I was too late.
Washington already caught up with me.