Chapter Two

Warning: Really bad snarky language

Mark Drake could smell the piss.

Oh boy could he smell it.

And for the second time today he pondered in his fifteen year old little mind why, oh why did he drive that car.

His neighbor's car.

Without his permission.

More like, why did he get caught?

He thinks he needs better, less wimpy friends who didn't run away but instead extracted him from the wreckage. After all there is probably no better place to find some tough ones than juvie. If he could just get over the smell of piss.

Growing up, middle class in suburban L.A was not the worst fate a young boy could have, his brother seemed happy enough, but Mark Drake was just too darn bored. He lived for the cheap thrills, and the more expensive ones, like crashing his neighbor's Lexus into a freeway divider, after attempting to drag race. His mother cried, and questioned, 'why he couldn't be normal like his brother the lawyer.' To which he replied 'he had no intention of having a stick permanently lodged in his ass'.

Today was bathroom duty for him, and unfortunately the boys here could not aim, at all. He wished he had a biohazard suit, and proper gloves, after all juvie conditions in 2164 were not very pleasant.

Suddenly he heard the door to the bathroom being slammed open around the corner, invariably someone ignored the out of order sign.

Drake, threw down the sponge and slowly rose to his feet, shouting in the direction of the entrance, "Oi! Can't you fucking read? It's out of order asshole, go piss somewhere else!"

The scuffling sounds continued. He walked over and rounded the corner, only to see two older kids holding a squirming figure in their arms.

"Hey! What's going on here?" He questioned.

"This fucking little bitch spat in my face, We're just gonna beat her up a bit, teach her a lesson." Grinned one of the boys, "Get out of our way, she's going for a nice swirly."

Drake looked down at the tiny figure the boys held by the hair and around the waist, she was cussing up a storm in what he assumed was Spanish.

"Carbron! Merde! Let me go! No me jodas!" She screamed wiggling.

"Let her go, she's just a little girl." Drake stated pityingly looking at the waif.

She looked up at him, with big black eyes, opened her mouth and uttered something he was not expecting, "Hey! Fuck you too! 'Little girl?' Huh? I'll mess you up!"

Drake broke into a huge grin. He really liked her. In all his fifteen years he had never met a boy, let alone a girl who was this spunky.

Turning to the boys, he in all his scrawny pubescent self, said, "Hey, shitfaces, I bet you look so ugly because your mamma once fucked a goat."

He waited for that to sink it, and for shit to fly.

"What did you say?" One of the boys asked stupidly, because he probably really didn't understand what Drake was implying, fortunately the other boy got it in a few seconds.

"I'm gonna fuck you up, man!" He swung at Drake with a large fist.

If his middle class upbringing thought him anything, it was dodging bullies.

Drake ducked under the large arm flying towards his face, and brought his fist up to smash the boy's nose, he promptly fell to the floor, clutching his nose, eyes watering.

The other boy was so startled that he dropped the girl, and let go of her hair.

Which was when she jabbed her knee into the his jewels.

Grabbing Drake's hand she pulled him out of the bathroom, and took off running down the corridor.

Only when they finally reached her cell block, did they stop for a breather. The girl opened her door, and pushed him into her room, slamming it shut, opening the peephole to check if they had run after them. Only when the coast was clear, did she close the cover and relax, sliding to the floor.

She looked up in relief at Drake, then burst into a fit of giggles.

And he thinks he finally found the tough friend he was looking for.

They are just too bad. Btw please do not comment on why boys and girls can be in the same detention center together, I'm following how the franchise said they meet, and apparently it's in juvie.