Another love of bad boy

Chapter 1

- Kaiden Black, reads the judge, born on January 1, 1998 in Miami to unknown relatives. Collected at the nuns' orphanage and never adopted. Arrested several times for theft, fraud, criminal association and, in recent months, participant of the most savage and violent gang that is rampant in Miami, better known as the "Cobra".

This man, who thinks he is bigger and stronger than the others, is slowly raising the head of his file where most of my life is inscribed.

And yes, my life is written in this vulgar file. A file, that's what I am, a file number that needs to be dealt with. For him and for the members in this room, I am nothing more than a mobster who has made bad choices in life and who today has to pay for his mistakes. But what mistakes did I make? My only mistake is to be born. My parents didn't want me and preferred to leave me in front of the steps of an orphanage in the middle of winter barely born for a few hours rather than take care of me. Anyway, no one ever wanted me; no one ever wanted to embarrass yourself with a kid we didn't know anything about.

Mr Black, in view of his many crimes, you should have been sent directly to the detention centre. But the court wants to give you one last chance to catch up. So you would be sent to the Millorne family tomorrow; good people who agreed to offer you their hospitality during your last year of high school.

Good people?! That's right, says a new foster family who accepts that I live with them only in exchange for money.

- You will therefore prepare your belongings to live with the Millorne. But beware, Mr. Black, the judge warns, you will have to prove to us that you are fit to live a year without leaving the right path. If, in any way, you have any problem with discipline, you will immediately visit our detention centre. Is that clear to you, Mr. Black?

Basically; leave the Cobras for the northern districts and their charming private high school. Living with a host family and not being zealous to avoid the detention centre. But what does this idiot think, that I'm going to turn into a nice, wise boy? But don't blame him, he was definitely born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

"Yes, Mr. Judge," I replied with a certain sarcasm in my voice.

- Well, then next case.

Clacks.

                                          

                                                                                   ***

- Katherine, shout my mother from the living room.

" Yes, I'm coming.

In a hurry, I walk down the stairs to go directly to the living room where my parents and Julian, my boyfriend, are waiting for me.

"Oh at last," said my mother, "Julian has been waiting for you for 10 minutes. Let's see," she says, looking at me from head to toe. Well... You could have put on a dress, don't you think?! I mean, now it's too late to change you.

My mother is like that, for her everything is just appearance.

"I think you're beautiful," Julian replies.

I smile at his compliment. It's a good thing he's here. He at least doesn't go out with me for my looks and doesn't give a damn about how I dress. Under his air of minister, he has a big heart. And that's one of the reasons I love it.

"Well let's go," I said, "or we'll be late for the movie.

Once outside, Julian opens the door for me while I settle down, and I thank myself, then close it behind me before going up to the driver's side in turn. Julian is really a gentleman; it will be almost 8 months that we are dating and everything is still perfect with him. He's adorable. We met at a gala organized by old friends of my parents, at first I had no desire to attend but finally my mother forced me and today I do not regret listening to him because it allowed me to meet Julian. His parents had organized this famous gala and we got closer during the evening. Then when it was time to leave, he wrote his number on my hand and smiled at me. And the next day I called him.

A few minutes later, Julian parks in the cinema parking lot and hand in hand we head towards the entrance.