Juvenile Delinquents

Happy birthday!

     The next morning I woke up with a banging at my bedroom door. I was annoyed and tired as it was too early for this much noice. Chucking a pillow at the door, I thought it shut those girls up but seconds later they bursted through the door. "Happy fucking birthday!" My friends cheered as they jumped on top of me.

     "Get you ass up you lazy chica!" Willow yelled at me in Spanish as she hit me with one of my pillows.

     I groaned, "No! Let me sleep. Per favore (please)" I said in Italian.

     "Nope! We have the whole day planned. So, hurry up and look good! Du hast 10 minuten! (you have 10 minutes!)" Greta said in German as they exited my bedroom and slammed the door behind them.

     Sighing loudly, I managed to drag my dead body out of bed and into the washroom for a nice shower. Twenty minutes later, I came out of the bathroom with a fresh coat of light makeup and hair done in a new design. I half braided each section and trailed them into two large buns at the top of my head. It was something different. I shrugged on a burgundy crop top and a pair of light ripped jeans between exiting my bedroom. Marching down the stairs, I had expected the girl to be there but instead I was faced with a letter tapped onto the back of our suite door. A smile appeared on my face.

    Happy birthday again babes! I hope you enjoyed your little morning wake up. You can blame Greta for that. Anyways, wanted to tell you that once you saw this to come downstairs! We'll be waiting in the dinning hall! Yeah, a dinning hall! Oh god, rich people. See you there!

    Xoxo-Willow and Greta.

    P.S. Willow agreed to the idea so it's not all my fault! -Greta.

     A loud snort left my lips as a knock not the door informed me of my birthday surprises. The girls always had tactic ways on surprising me for my birthday. I never liked it but with them, it was always something fun. Swinging the door open, Tyson stood on the other side. His tattooed arms placed on the door posts as his head was dipped between his shoulders. "I heard it's someone's birthday." The wink he sent me caused my stomach to turn and cheeks to burn. He was definitely a player, no doubt about it.

     Biting my bottom lip, I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head to the side. "Thank you, but is there a reason for why you're in my way?"

     He nodded his head as he extended his arm towards me. "Consider me your personal escort."

     I linked my arm with his and closed the door behind me. "Let me guess, my friends needed someone to escort me because they wanted me to be surprised on how they decorated the dinning hall?"

     Tyson sighed. "You know, you're really bad at this whole birthday thing." He then pulled out a blind fold. "But since they're not that stupid, they told me to blind fold you once we hit the bottom of the stairs."

     "Oh no, you're not! I have to be really distracted in order for you to do that."

     Tyson smirked at me. "You want to know how long I've been in Juvie?"

     A smug smile plastered itself on my face. "Last I heard, you and the twins were up to something years back. Not sure what because I was twelve when that happened."

     "You're close." The smirk on his lips grew. "We've been held up for four years now. Got in at thirteen."

     "Then how old does that make you now?" The boy besides me arched an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look. It's too early to think."

     Another smile broke onto his lips. "Seventeen." Tilting his head towards me, I watched his eyes analyze my every move. "How about you?"

     "Two years ago. We were fourteen. And as you can tell, sixteen today."