Princess, and Jayceon have been best friends since they were young. What happens when they act on the feelings they begin to develop? Read and find out!
"How's the lawyer shit going?" Don questioned coming up to me with his tray of food taking a seat at the table. I was sitting by myself on purpose, I didn't want a conversation.
Dropping my spork back on the tray, I sighed looking up at him as he smirked.
"I know you don't want to talk. Trust me I get it, you just want to get the fuck out of here. We all do. You should make the best out of it though-"
"There isn't making any good out of this situation nigga. This shit is trash. The only good thing about here is the food looks semi okay. I ain't trying to be happy about sleeping on an uncomfortable bunk bed with a nigga at the top of the bed that shits in between the night. I ain't trying to make friends or none of that. You cool, but I hope you understand," looking back down at my food I sighed picking up the spork once again.
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"You gon' see," he said getting up leaving me alone like I basically asked for.
"Five minutes before your shower inmates!" An officer yelled as I forced myself to eat all the food quickly, since after a while it started tasting decent.
It needed more seasoning though.
Looking around the half fulled cafeteria, only a few people were allowed to be in here at a time. It was there way of keeping control of the situation, giving us all a lunch time like high school.
I dropped out of high school because I ain't want to go through this shit. I didn't like anyone telling me what to do. Especially when to eat.
A group of Hispanic niggas stared at me, whispering amongst themselves as I groaned to myself.
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Grabbing my bar of soap that I had bought from the supply store they had in here, I knew Jayceon had put money on my books.
If not I would be washing with straight cold water.
Paying attention to my business, and my business only I stared at the window on the other side of the bathroom.
Officers, even the female ones randomly walked by not giving us any privacy not that I thought I would get any of that anyway.
