Charlie's P.O.V.
Over the days my friends have called and sometimes I'd even get a call from Cole. It was a surprise the first time but he calls once a week at the same time. I missed Cat and Madi but I couldn't deny that I missed Cole as well. Though he has been an ass, he helped me when I needed it.
Yes, I curse now. I don't understand why I didn't before, it helps me express myself. I've completely changed. Now I wear my hair down, it looks great. I'm disappointed in myself for letting my sister make me look ugly. There was nothing wrong with the way I dressed but now I feel more like myself. Now that I can be myself I will. Pink is an ugly color, I'm sorry. I wear black now, it's quite funny.
My first few days here, I got into a fight with the former queen bee. I got a bird tattooed on my rib cage. Yeah, a few girls helped me get out of my comfort zone. We were friends, they convinced me. Eventually, we got a time where the guards weren't around. It helped me believe my mother would be mad and that made me feel happy. It was fucked up before, but now I like it. I only have a few more months to go and it feels like they're zooming by.
There's a knock at the door, I stand and open it with a smile.
"Ms.Miller." The man says.
I walk out to the phone stand and pick it up.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Babe." A person I'd rather not hear the rest of my life answers.
"Elijah." I breathe, "What do you want?"
"Oh come on Babe, you're happy to hear from me?" He asks.
"No." I say sternly, "How'd you even know I was here?"
"You'r lovely sister." He says.
"Good bye." I say.
I hear his faint voice as I take it from my ear and slam it in the holder.
"Miller." A stern voice calls.
I ignore him and walk back to my room. The girls bathroom wasn't the cleanest but I managed to check my tattoo out. The other girls don't care that we have tattoos, they probably do too. I was happy that the guards couldn't see it. After I finish showering I get into bed and close my eyes.
Chloe's P.O.V.
I pick up my totally cute phone and find Elijah's contact.
"Hey honey, you want to raise some hell?" I ask, twirling my hair.
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More Than Emotional Support
Romance"What if I said he likes you?" He asks. "I would say it's obvious." I laugh. He places his hands on the wall, boxing me in on each side of my head. "What would you say if I told you, you looked hot tonight?" He asks. I breathe harshly while staring...
