Chauncey is a troubled teen, who refuses to see the good days. He puts on a tough exterior, but has a heart, just too stubborn to show it. This is not the cliché story: troubled teen, troubled home. All of his family supports him, and even his frien...
I walked into the activity area, sitting down on the couch. I walked over to grab a few cookies, sitting back down and gluing my eyes to the TV. How To Get Away With Murder, I'm tuned in. Before I got into the show, there was a sharp pain in the back of my head.
" Get up now, bitch! " I looked up at the boy who bad mouthed me on the first day of classes.
" Bitch, hold on! " I sprung up from the couch, launching at him.
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I quickly swung, showing no mercy to his face as we scattered around the room, knocking over chairs and tables in the process. I felt someone grab me, quickly pulling me off of him.
" You done fucked with the wrong one! " he yelled, trying to get out of Officer Anthony's grasp.
" Boy, I ain't did shit to you! That black eye will help you remember not to fuck with me again, though. " I was catching my breath.
" What the hell is going on? " Officer Berry asked us.
" I don't know! I'm chilling, next thing I know is that I'm being hit. " I explained.
" Naw, that bitch came for what was mine. " he confessed.
" Really? " I launched at him again using all of my strength. " Don't you ever......come.....at.....me.....behind a......nigga! "
I was pulled back once more, quickly being handcuffed. Officer Berry escorted me out of the activity area and back to my room.
" I'm sorry, but I'll have to send you to the bad side. " he sighed.
" What? I didn't even start anything, he........ "
" But you fought back. "
" So I'm supposed to let him beat my ass? " I argued.
" It's only temporarily, I'm trying to help you out. "
I gave up, walked into my room and packed my clothes. He escorted me halfway, Officer Anthony leading me the rest of the way. He led me to my room and I cringed. Everything looked displeasing, I have to get out of here, fast.
" Yo', what happened? " Xay barged into the room, checking on me.
" It's nothing. " I replied, unpacking my clothes.
" You good? " he grabbed my waist.
" Oh, I'm fine. " I replied.
" Put your clothes down and come on. " he demanded, forcing me out the room.
He just showed me around. The food on this side was not pleasant at all, so I knew that I would be losing some weight. He also told me what they do to fresh meat, so I'll have to remain calm.
" Ha, look at you. " I punched his shoulder lightly. " I'm supposed to be the good boy. "
" Yeah, you and that class are the only things keeping me together right now. " I blushed. " Why'd you fight? "
" The bastard hit me first, I was just chilling. After round one, I asked him what I did wrong and he was like 'you came for what was mine.' " I recalled.
" Damn, you must be talking about Pre. " he mumbled.
" Is there something you're not telling me? " I stopped walking.
" No, I would never do that to you. " he replied, honestly. " We used to mess around and he caught feelings. Did he get sent over here, too? "
" Yeah. "
" Fuck. It's about to be some shit! "
Pre's POV:
I don't know who the fuck ole' boy thinks he is, coming in here and doing what he wants. He probably fucked the guards to get in with them, getting a easy job and stealing my man. MY MAN! It was my first day on this side and I don't regret my decision. Over here, I can beat his ass every time I see him. Speaking of him, he's walking down the hallway right now.
" Punk ass. " I mumbled as I passed him.
" You want that ass beat again? " he chuckled.
" Please, flatter me. " I crossed my arms.
" You know what? " he started. " It's all good, baby boy. I won't let your weak ass upset me. "
He walked off, giving me a wave before he entered his room and closed his door. He wants to play games? Oh, it's on.
