Dork Diaries:Brandon's POV

October 11 (edited)

I'm not sure how long I was supposed to be in juvie. I just knew I would not survive. Juvenile or not, someone was a victim of anal rape, and I was not going to be that person. The advice Grandpa gave me was to always keep the soap firmly gripped in my hand and don't let anyone make me their bitch.

A police officer opened the gate. "Alright, Roberts. You're free to go." I jumped up and practically ran out of the cell. No anal rape.

I was met, not by my grandparents, but by Chloe and Zoey, both tired looking and pissed off.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked.

"Well sorry from literally saving your ass, but if you want to stay here, by all means," Chloe gestured towards the cell, "Stay."

"No, that's not what I meant. I'm definitely happy you're here. I'm just wondering why."

"We have this friend who is head over heels in love with you, for some odd reason. And she wouldn't shut up about how this is all her fault," Zoey deadpanned. Isn't she just a ray of sunshine. "MacKenzie is a bitch, and Nikki deserves more than this, and since she loves you so much, it only makes sense to bail you out."

"And we can't give MacKenzie the satisfaction of ruining your lives, so when you walk into school tomorrow morning, you better strut like a rooster and own the place," said Chloe.

*~*~*~*

I went home to disappointed grandparents. To say I was grounded would be an understatement. School, home, Fuzzy Friends. No questions asked. No excuses. No "ands, ifs, or buts." I tried to explain. They didn't want to hear it, which I completely understood. Grandma was iffy about me leaving the house.

"You ended up in juvie, for Christ's sake. I should board your windows and chain you to your bed," she said, earning the eyeroll of the century.

And with that, I went to my room. I didn't eat dinner. I was thinking too much to put any food in my mouth.

I was thinking about the rumors. I was thinking about college, even though that's years away. But if I put all academic thoughts aside, I was thinking about Nikki. I couldn't call her to tell her that my arrest was not in any way, shape, or form her fault. Grandma took my phone away.

I couldn't do anything except hope for the best. Tomorrow will suck. And Nikki hurts. And MacKenzie is basking in all of the drama.

A/N:

I know this is short. I'm sorry. For one,  I didn't really know how to write this. It's more of a filler chapter. Second, I got a new phone because my old one was a piece of poop.