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Alright, so here's the deal...writing James as a bad boy is really new to me, and I tried again and again, believe me, but trust me when I say it came out HORRIBLE! I really don't want to ruin a really good idea by writing in his POV. Therefore, I'm just going to stick with writing this story in Mercy's POV! I hope you're all okay with that!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with BTR or the show. I only own the plot, Mercy, and possibly any other OC's I add to the story, that is unless I decide to have one of those OC contests that everyone else is doing! It might be fun when the time comes! Who knows?

So, here's Chapter 1! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The sun shined through the small curtainless window and filled my jail cell with what little light it could. Waking me up around what seemed to be 7:00, 7:30ish. One of the things that I hated the most about jail, I always woke up early. I'm not even close to being a morning person, and yet here I have to be.

Flinching at the pain that took over my bruised left hand due to me laying on it, I rolled over facing the wall that the window was on. Turns out the sun was a lot brighter than I originally expected. I quickly shielded my eyes, blocking the sun as well as I could.

"Mercy, good you're awake already. I was just on my way to wake you up," Randolph, the guard who's in charge of my cell area, said as he appeared in front of my door.

"Yeah, it seems to be that way. Morning, Randolph," I said sleepily as I swung my legs off of the bed and then let my feet touch the ground.

I was on a first name basis with everyone of the employees here. Ever since I came back here again...only because the family that had taken me in decided that they wanted a baby of their own, and that I would be too much of a bad influence on it...the guards and everyone else who worked here were all actually, quite surprisingly beyond nice to me.

"What time is it?" I asked running my good hand through my black highlighted blonde hair. My hair was extremely tangled, so I just put it up in a messy bun on the top of my head.

Randolph looked at his watch and answered, "7:15."

So I was right. It was indeed between 7:00 and 7:30.

"Mr. Bolton is here to see you," Randolph said as he unlocked my jail cell.

"It's almost time for me to get the hell out of here!" I thought to myself as I stood up, yawned, stretched my arms above my head, and then walked over to the barred door.

Randolph opened the cell door and smiled. "I think that you might have just slept in that bed for the last time," he smiled.

"Let's hope so," I returned his smile as he escorted me to the same old bland room that Mr. Bolton and I met in every time he came to talk to me.

Cutting right to the chase when I entered the room behind Randolph, Mr. Bolton said, "Mercy, I'd like you to meet, Mrs. Knight."

Extending my hand over the table politely, I smiled, "It's really nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too, Mercy," she smiled back at me, taking my hand, and shaking it.

"I'd like to thank you ahead of time, Mrs. Knight. You know for taking me in and giving me a chance, even though my track record is far from being a good one," I said, dropping my hand to my side.

"It's no problem at all. Everyone deserves a second chance," she stated assuringly.

I laughed to myself at her statement. This isn't my second chance, no not at all try my third or fourth. But, for the sake of the situation and my freedom, I'll just go with her statement and go along with her statement that this is my second chance.

I smiled at Mr.s Knight and then turned to Mr. Bolton. "So, when do I get to leave this place?"

"As soon as these consent forms are signed," Mr. Bolton smiled answering my question and holding up a small stack of papers.

I raised an eyebrow, "Well then, what's the hold up? The sooner those papers are signed the better off we all are!"

Mr. Bolton gave me a "watch it" look. "Here are your clothes meet us outside when you're dressed," he said handing me a bag filled with the clothes I was wearing the last time I was brought here.

I faked a smile, and took them from him.

Mr. Bolton saw through my fake smile, but instead of saying something he turned to Mrs. Knight. "Follow me out to the and front desk, and we can get the papers situated and you can sign Mercy out."

Mrs. Knight smiled and nodded as they left the room.

I looked at Randolph and held up my clothes silently asking him where I could go change. I wasn't sure whether or not they trusted me enough on my own or not. The other few times they didn't. So, why would this time be any different? But, apparently it is.

"You know where the bathroom is," Randolph said exiting the room.

I smiled to myself once I was finally alone for the first time in a week and a half. It had been a week and a half since the last family sent me back. This was probably the shortest time I'd ever spent here. And, boy does it feel good to be leaving now!

~BTR~

Saying that I'm glad to be out of jail is an understatement. I'm estatic. Two weeks in jail for stealing my ex guardians car, even though I would've spent two weeks there even if I didn't steal it, had changed me a lot. The changes in me weren't necessairily for the better, but I'm willing to at least try and work on myself. As of now, I'll be honest, that's way easier said than done.

To make matters a bit harder on me my freedom, even though I'm out of jail now, is still hanging on the line. If I don't work on changing, and only get worse all Mrs. Knight has to do is call Mr. Bolton, and back to jail I go. Sucks to be me, don't you think?

Upon arriving at the Palm Woods, I felt like I was in a movie biography for some famous celebrity. Never in my life had I ever been remotely close to living in a place like this. I was born and raised in Miami and lived in the same two story house until my dad moved my siblings and I out to LA when I was 13 where we all happily moved into a three bedroom apartment in an apartment complex.

Our happy life in LA didn't last long, though, because of an unfortunate accident that ruined my life as well as my siblings lives completely. We were all forced to move out of the apartment, and go into the foster care system. Of course, I got separated from my brothers and sisters. Moving to LA turned out to be the worst...well, second worst thing in my entire life.

Mrs Knight brought me out of my thoughts when she said, "We're in apartment 2J. You can go on up. I have to let Mr. Bitters know about our new arrangement."

"Okay," I nodded, picking up the few bags of clothes, make-up, and such that I had gotten over the years, and saved.

"I'll be right up. The boys will probably be up there," Mrs. Knight told me before heading for the front desk.

At the front desk stood a chubby man wearing a suit and glasses. Judging by the sour look on his face, I figured that he was Mr. Bitters. I couldn't stop myself from laughing quietly. If Bitters was his real last name, and he always looked bitter...coincidence? Yeah right, I think not.

Laughing to myself still, I made my way to the elevators, and pushed the button that was closest to me. While waiting for the elevator I looked around the lobby seeing wanna-be teenager after wanna-be teenager walking around. It was weird seeing so many famous or almost famous teenagers.

I guess maybe it's weird to me just because growing up I had never really thought about being famous myself. Even if I had it wouldn't have worked out. By 13 my life was ruined to the point where even if I did want to be famous I couldn't have done so. I was too screwed up to do anything other than ruin my life even more than it already was at the time.

As soon as I entered apartment 2J, as if on que three of the four boys of BTR stood up from where they were sitting on the couch playing their Xbox. The fourth boy was anywhere, but here. I knew all of there names I just wasn't familiar with who was who; therefore, I had no idea which ones were here, and which one wasn't.

"You must be, Mercy," the blonde one with the bushiest eyebrows I'd ever seen. But, looks don't matter in the long one, right?

"Yep! The one and only!" I answered with a smirk.

"I'm Kendall," he introduced himself, making his way over to me, and holding out his hand.

Umm..okay. I shook his hand awkwardly for a second or two before letting go, dropping my hand to my side. Okay, so one name and face down and three to go.

All of a sudden, Kendall was pushed out of the way and the Latin boy took his place. "I'm Carlos," he smiled dreamily.

"And, I'm Logan," the pale brown haired boy said from behind Carlos.

So, then that leaves James as being the one not here. "It's nice to meet you all," I said with a small smile.

We all stood in an awkward silence for the next minute or so. First meetings were always awkward. Luckily, the awkward silence was ended when Mrs. Knight entered the apartment.

She smiled when she saw Kendall, Logan, Carlos, and I standing there in the foyer together. "So, I see you've met my son and two of his friends," she said, placing her purse and keys on the kitchen counter. "Where are James and Katie?" she asked when she didn't see them standing with us.

"In his room," Kendall answered simply.

"Yeah, James is being James right now," Logan said avodiing eye contact with any and everyone.

"That doesn't give him an excuse not to be down here." Mrs. Knight walked over to the stairs, and called up, "JAMES!"

No sounds of life what so ever.

Mrs. Knight sighed, "You'll meet him later whenever he decides to leave his room." Mrs. Knight seemed to think to herself for a moment after she said that before she said, "You know I changed my mind...JAMES! GET DOWN HERE! DON'T MAKE ME CALL YOU AGAIN!"

I'd be lying through my teeth if I said that I wasn't surprised by her yelling. She didn't look like the yelling type. I guess that just goes to prove that looks can be decieving.

"He's not coming down," Carlos said out of the blue.

Kendall and Logan both turned their heads and glared at him. Apparently, he wasn't supposed to say that.

"And, why not?" Mrs. Knight asked sternly.

There was silence in the apartment for what seemed like forever.

That is until out of the corne of my eye I noticed the three boys all turn and look at me. I turned my head, confusion written all over my face. Why were they looking like that?

"He's not coming down. Before we came down earlier to play video games James quote on quote said that he wasn't going to come down to..." Logan started, but then paused and directed his attention to just me for a moment, "Just remember these were his words not mine."

I nodded my head sort of, kind of understanding what he was trying to get at. "Go on," I urged.

Logan nodded and continued, "James quote on quote said that he was not going to come down just to meet some low life teenage girl who can't seem to get her messed up life striaght on her own."

I frowned. He called me a what now? A low life? He said what about me now? I'm a low life teenage girl who can't seem to get her messed up life straight on her own. I could feel my bood start to boil with anger. Let me at him! I'll show him what a low life is! He'll be the exact definition of a low life by time I'm done with him.

"Boys, how about you three go show Mercy around the Palm Woods?" Mrs. Knight suggested nicely. "I'm going to go upstairs and have a talk with James. It might not end so pretty," she said honestly.

"Sure! We'd love to!" all three boys exclaimed in unison not wanting to deal with her right now.

Mrs. Knight looked at me and said apologetically, "Please, excuse James, he's just not the same as he used to be before we came here to LA."

I shook my head and said lying through my teeth, "Oh, no worries! Believe me, I've been called and talked about a lot worse than that. Words don't really effect me anymore." Yeah, that is until I get my hands on him.

She nodded her head, her eyes still apologetic looking, as she turned and went upstairs.

It wasn't even a few seconds later before, "JAMES! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! IT IS EXTREMELY UNEXCEPTABLE TO TALK ABOUT OUR GUEST LIKE THAT!"

Downstairs we were all silent and trading looks with each other. I felt like I was family already.

"So, how about the tour now," Carlos suggested breaking the silence.

Afraid of what we'd hear coming from Mrs. Knight next we all instantly said, "That tour sounds really great right about now."

As we all left the apartment Mrs. Knight went off again, and we even heard James go off right back. The sound of James' yelling voice only made me hate him even more. Maybe the only reason I hated him already was just because of what he said about me, or maybe it was more than that. Who really knows? I guess, only time will tell.

...So, there you go! What'd you think? I'm not sure what I think of this chapter. Then again this chapter is more of an introduction between the characters then it is anything else. And. I've never been good at writing scenes where the characters meet each other.

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