Okay, for the real story! Thanks for reviewing, Bloodylilcorpse, Starburst278 and worthless brat. Oh, and on that note, I want to note that the disclaimer in the first chapter will apply for the rest of the story. Bailey is all that I own – most likely no one else in the story.

Only a couple of days after I'd realized what I was contemplating, Duncan texted me. I was just walking back from school when my phone buzzed.

Hey Diamond, you won't believe what I just saw less than 5 mins ago! (Duncan had this thing about taking up a unique name for whichever girl he was dating – I was "Diamond" because I wore a sequinned top the day we met, and I had a synthetic diamond stud in my nose).

Home wasn't too far away, so by the time I'd texted back What? I'd just reached the elevator.

Duncan explained that he'd just seen Mal beat up some guy and then he and Roxanne kissed – in front of everyone.

No way. I typed. He always does that kind of thing in private!

It got worse. In fact, it was Roxanne who wanted to kiss him – and he simply returned her kiss. That in itself was worrying. Mal had said to me that he had discovered that desire was like a drug, and as long as he sparked it in the girls, they would be desperate for his skilled touch. If Roxanne had wanted to kiss Mal, it sounded as if he'd already found a way to do that, having more control than he had over Zoey, who clung to Mike's memory, or me, since I had Duncan there for me.

As if that information wasn't concerning enough, Mal's parole officer had just taken them out of juvie. Yeah, you got that. They were out.

When they get back, just make sure she's okay...alright? I texted. After all, I of all people knew that this was dangerous territory.

So I went out that night. I needed to get my mind off what was going on in juvie and onto what it would take to infiltrate a place full of guys without making myself a major target. No way was I going to become another guy's prison bitch. I knew that once I'd revealed myself to Duncan, we'd stick together, but still. I mean, I love Duncan so much and in normal circumstances, he's tough, but I knew from my experiences in juvie that he was nothing. We were low-level offenders, me being a graffiti artist and vandal (During my time on All-Stars, Sierra labelled me as the "Lawless Artist" and her blog followers circulated it around the Net – that girl may have become one of my friends on the show, but that was something she didn't get), and Duncan being a vandal and occassionally an arsonist. Oh, and a conman, now, too, since his paying job got him locked up again.

Anyway, I was listing things in my head as I zoomed through the town on Duncan's motorcycle. Haircut, voice modifier, some of Duncan's clothes, a strap-on that looks like the real thing and covers up my sex...oh, shit, how am I gonna cover up my boobs? (I only had B-cups, thank heavens, but I still had to find a way to cover them).

But my thoughts were cut off when I saw a couple on a motorbike pull up beside me as I was waiting at a traffic light. I glanced over, and then did a double take.

Mal!

I hadn't seen Mal since the day I visited him in juvie, but he looked just the same. Same pencil-thin physique from Mike, same dark skin from Mike, same dark rings around his eyes, same spiky hair falling into his eyes. He looked more like Mike than the other personalities did, now that they were split. Truly, he was Mike's twin.

I didn't pay too much attention to the girl on the back of the motorcycle. I didn't have to. One glance at that red hair and I knew it had to be Roxanne. Duncan had described her to me, and that was the one feature that had stuck in my mind. So they were out of juvie, and it looked like he'd picked her up as his new girl. Sure, he'd said when I visited him that he had decided that I was too hard to hang on to and he couldn't be bothered, but even when I'd heard about Roxanne, I hadn't been convinced that he'd just moved onto another girl like nothing had ever happened.

Mal glanced over, and I knew he'd recognized me. "Hold on." he muttered to Roxanne, and the minute the lights changed, he zoomed off, with her

"Mal!" I called out, hoping that would at least stop him so I could ask some questions, maybe check out with Roxanne what she knew, but he only sped up. I went after him. Sure, I wasn't as good a driver as Duncan was, but I'd had to use that thing ever since he was locked up, so I was pretty good at it (he never let me drive it when we were living together, saying I would break it).

I could see by Roxanne's position that she was trying to ask Mal what was going on, probably wanting to know if it was me, since she'd definitely noticed him looking at me. But after a short chase, I knew I'd taken a wrong turn somewhere, because he'd managed to shake me off.

I parked where I was and pulled out my phone to text Zoey. She knew about Roxanne, too, because she, Mike and the others had visited Mal on his birthday and met her. Mal's out of juvie and unsupervised. Just saw him on a motorbike and I think Roxanne's with him – whoever it was, a girl with red hair was on there with him. Tried to follow them but they lost me.

I was trying to get to sleep when Zoey finally replied. I was in bed, and almost hit the ceiling when my SmartPhone beeped. Zoey had replied: Sorry I didn't reply earlier – I was at a movie with Mike. We found them – Mal got shot by someone, and Roxanne was still with him. We're at the hospital now, but don't worry, things are OK and we're handling the situation. Roxanne is able to handle herself.

That's what gave me the will to do it. It was easy – all too easy. I had to make like a boy, dress up and perform some act of vandalism (or maybe pretend to mug some girl – she'd get her stuff back if it worked) in view of the cops. Once they saw my criminal record, that would be it. I'd be in juvie before I could say Busted! Of course, my record stated that I was female, but my medical documents had gotten mysteriously lost, and I could just tell them I'd had a sex change...I could make stuff up. The cops weren't exactly geniuses, no doubt they'd send me to an all-boys juvie without batting an eye.

I was sure to be there by tomorrow.

The time is ripe, and Bailey's gonna go to juvie! I'll upload the next chapter as soon as it's done.