Juvie

//DayOne//

[im gonna post weekly so don't forget bout me 😁 first proper book so tell me what u think]

AVA/POV

here goes. this was my 5th juvie, this year. i walked down the hallway carrying my orange and grey clothes i was made to wear. i was still wearing my original clothes. i looked pretty good to be honest. i was wearing a short black dress with thin black straps. it hugged my curves in all the right places and made my tits and ass look really good. i was wearing long, black, laced, heeled boots as well. i have light brown hair and hazel/amber eyes which are sometimes gold in the light. now, i wouldn't say i'm ugly. but i wouldn't say i'm a goddess either.

as i walked down the hallway to find cell 205 i heard a few wolf whistles. i turned to see where they were coming from to find out if they were for me to find myself looking at a group of boys all winking at me. i simply rolled my eyes and continued to find my cell. the cells here were decent for a juvie. they were all next to each other in rows. this was one of the most rich juvie's in the country but also one of the strictest. my dad is friends with one of these guards here so that's why i've been sent here this time.

i had found my cell 205 and walked inside it to find myself staring at a muscly, bare back.

"Patricia! you can't just keep coming in my room every time you're horny. okay? now leave!" the voice said without turning around.

"one: i'm not Patricia. two: this is my room so i'm not leaving. three: you need to leave because my roommate is gonna come in here soon and tell you to leave anyways." i huffed with my arms crossed over my chest, slightly raising my voice. he turned around with a shocked expression on his face when he realized i wasn't who he thought.

"what? this is my room. don't tell me what to do and don't ever speak to me like that." he copied my image and folded his arms.

"no this is my room and i can say whatever the fuck i want." i argued.

"you don't know who i am, do you?"

"nope. and i couldn't really care less. now. get the hell out!"

"oo, feisty! since you don't know who i am, you probably don't know that the cells can be mixed. boy and girls. you can try and change if you want, roomie." he smirked mischievously.

"that's fucking great." i groaned sarcastically . but he ignored me and continued with whatever he was doing before i got here. i slumped down on my bed with a huff. i should probably get changed into these horrible clothes. and so i did. i hopped back up off my shitty bed and started to take my dress off. i was stood there in my dark red, lacy underwear reaching over to pick up my shitty orange and grey jumpsuit when i heard a deep breath come from behind me. i put on my new shitty clothes and turned around to see my "roomie" staring at me.

"what?" i asked.

"nothing." he mumbled and smirked. he then went back to reading his book. still shirtless might i add?

i turned back around, rolling my eyes and put on the shitty jumpsuit and without hesitation, i ran over and jumped down to plant myself on his bed with my legs crossed and a massive grin on my face.
oh did i forget to say? i'm bipolar and extremely childish. oops😂.
he immediately sat up with an extremely shocked expressed smothered on his face.

"um...what are you doing?"

"i'm sitting down. what does it look like?"

"but you ca - but you can't!" he looked angry at me. "you really don't know who i am do you? everyone knows who i am."