Gucci in Juvie

Chapter 4

'Give me shoes and give me bags/ How much you want/ I need em' bad.'

-Bad Girl, Rihanna

'RISE AND SHINE, LIL' PUNKS!'

I woke up to the beautiful sound of a warden's holler from across the hallway, as well as the turning of multiples keys in multiple locks to let us out to the bathroom. 

'Last one to get out of bed doesn't get a shower!' And with that, the shouter started to sing as his footsteps faded away.

'Prince Ali, fabulous he, Ali Ababwar! Strong as 10 regular men, definitely!'

Disney?

Cool.

'Ugh, could he get any louder?' A husky voice muttered from below me. 

I leaned over the side of the railing, my fingers gripping the metal bars tight as I dropped my head down to look at Nathan. As a result, my hair flopped all over my face, covering it completely like the Grudge or something.

'Pweh, pweh.' I tried to blow a random strand out of my mouth by shaking my head vigorously and making strange breath noises. 

It didn't work. 

A long, pale finger suddenly moved into sight and moved the strand away, tucking it neatly behind my ear (even though it fell straight out again. Nathan, my dear, you cannot defeat the laws of gravity). 

'Thanks, bro.' 

'Just returning the favour.'

Oh. Oh. 

So he's bringing that back up I see I see how it is my eyes are open even though it's morning and shiny like the light of a thousand suns but yes I know where you is going Nathan I see what you're doing Mr I'm-going-to-bring-that-back-up-because-it's-morning-and-I-have-to-be-a-little-punk-because-mornings-suck I see

Fine then.

If you want it to be awkward, then let it be awkward.

I swung back up unto my bunk, and knelt there, arranging my sheets and duvet so they were wrinkle-free and neatly folded. Nathan had already claimed the bottom bunk before I got here, so I had to have this one. 

Not that I minded. I felt like Spiderman.

Hopping down over the railing, I grabbed my toothbrush, toothpaste, soap and towel from the little table in the corner.

Our cell was pretty bare. It had a bunk bed, a table, a chair and a small window that was made of the type of glass that wouldn't let anybody see out or in, but still managed to light up the room with a few meager rays of sunshine. There was a bulb that swung from the middle of the ceiling, which had an old-fashioned chain that turned it on and off.

'No good morning?'

'No.'

'Oh.' 

I started towards the door but was pulled back, a hand clamped tight around my wrist as I unceremoniously got dragged away.

'Dude, what are you doing?'

'We have to talk.'

'Well, I want to get a shower, so we'll talk later, okay?'

He spun me around and I immediately covered my face with the towel.

'Stop it.'

'Why are you covering your face like that? What's wrong?'