Man…..I can't waiting until this whole 'college' thing is over. In three years. Ugh. Luckily we don't have school next Thursday and Friday. Four day weekend. Lovely. :3

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Spinelli stretched and yawned in her seat. She and Francis sat in the same office they saw when they first came to Duval. The dreary atmosphere of the room didn't fade their enthusiasm of why they were sitting in the room, waiting. The smiles on their faces and their restlessness in their legs showed just how anxious they were for why there were there. Today was a special day for the two of them, because today was the last day of their sentence.

They were waiting in the office for their parents to come and take them home. They had called days before to make sure their parents knew. Spinelli almost lost her hearing when she called home. Her mother knew the day was fast approaching, but with yelled with joy that her daughter was going to come home soon. Spinelli was tempted to call her friends to come and get her, but the rules were that only parents or guardians could come.

But it would take at least three hours before they got to Duval, and that was counting that there wasn't traffic. Neither of them knew what time their parents left to come and get them, but hoped that they would be there soon. They wanted to leave Duval as fast as they could. In the only thing she had to take with her from Duval was the diary that she wrote in. It was only written in for about twenty pages, but it still belonged to her and she wasn't going to leave it here.

"How much longer do you think it'll take for them to get here?" She asked, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm dying to get out of here!"

"They'll come, don't worry," Francis assured him. "They have to come eventually. Called my parents yesterday. They left at 12 and it's 2 o'clock now, so I know my parents should be here in an hour. You called your parents right?"

"My mom said she and my dad were gonna leave at 11 o'clock. But there could be traffic, you know. It could still be awhile. Time would go faster if we had something to talk about."

"Like what?"

"Like…what are you gonna do when you get out of here?" Spinelli asked him. "I know my parents are gonna smother me as soon as I'm in their sight. I can see it right now. The whole ride home they're going to ask me question after question after question about what I've been through. Then were gonna sit around the table eating dinner and talk some more. After that's all over with I'm gonna hang out with my friends and just relax for the first time in a month. And probably going to talk some more. What about you?"

"Same thing, talking with the parents for DAYS on end," Francis laughed. "Probably not gonna tell my friends. Don't want them to know I was acting like a little pansy."

"Lucky you. My friends already know I'm a pansy in here. Even with the girls," Spinelli said. "I sparred with one of the girls during gym class one time. Got knocked the fuck out. Didn't even last 30 seconds."

"I remember that," he said. "That looked like it hurt."

"It did. I still got a bruise on my stomach from it."

For the next hour the duo talked. They talked about what they've been through during their stay, what they were going to do once they were free of Duval, and what they missed from the outside. They could wait to eat edible food. The food they were forced to eat there was more of a task than a time of the day to relax and think. Anything from the outside, even the greasiest fast food, would be the greatest meal they would ever have in their life. And as much as they hated the drama that high school guaranteed, it was much less dramatic than being in the same area with a person they were sure wanted to hurt them to some degree. Getting away from him alone would take a lot off their shoulders.

And hour passed fast, and their parents started to arrive. Spinelli's parents came first, and to say they were overjoyed to see their daughter would be an severe understatement. Her mother alone hugged all the air out of her lungs when they saw her. Spinelli had to pry herself free from her mother's grasp. Her dad didn't hug her nearly as tight as her mother did, but it still was tight. But she understood why. Any parents would after not seeing their child for a month. She said goodbye to Francis and promised to hang out when they both were back at Third Street before leaving.

Francis' parents came soon after. His mother smothered him for five minutes while his father didn't waste any time lecturing him on staying out of trouble.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

~*~V~*~

"As much fun it was staying in here with you boys, we have to go back to our own dorm."

The month ended, and the pipes in the girls were fixed meaning that the girls no longer had to stay in the boys dorm. The morning came, and the girls were beginning to line up to move back to their dorms. Before they left, Veronica, Googly, and Tony were saying goodbye to the boys and were spending a lot of the time saying good bye to TJ's bunny.

"You better take care of it, Freckles," Veronica told him as she petted the little creature. "If you don't, I'm gonna get JoJo to beat you up!"

"I think I'm doing a good job. It's been two weeks. I'm being a good mommy aren't I?" TJ said flatly. "Don't you have to go get in line?"

"We're goin', we're goin'. Jeez. Just can't wait to get rid of us, can you?" One by one the girls hugged and said goodbye to the boys before going to join the other girls in line waiting to go. It was quiet without so many people packed in the dorms, but they had all gotten used to their presence. Turning to check on his rabbit, TJ couldn't help but notice an unset look on JoJo's face.

"What's with you?" TJ asked him. "Are you sad that you're not gonna get your daily lap dance?"

"Fuck you."

"No seriously, what wrong? Are you and Veronica dating or something?"

"No. Stop askin' questions, damn," JoJo told him. Turning to the box on the floor, he kneeled down in front of it and picked up Duracell. "How's your head?"

"It's fine. I get a little dizzy when I stand up to fast, but that's it. Doctor sad that was normal. Are you gonna play with that thing all day?"

"Yep. 'Cause it likes me. See?" JoJo sat the bunny down back in its box and walked five feet away. Duracell hopped right out of the box and umped over to him, landing on his left shoe. "It likes me."

"It likes your pants," Said TJ pointing down to the bunny who was now pulling and biting on the bottom of JoJo's uniform. "I gotta go watch this hair dye and make-up off and a buisness to go run. Have fun with it."

~*~TJ's POV~*~

It's about time. I don't have to wear this dye in my hair anymore. Whatever I was using was really itchy. But I don't have to keep it in anymore. Spinelli and Francis are gone now. Thank God.

Standing under the water, I scrubbed my hair extra hard to make sure I get it all out. I'm sure I got it all, but still. I have to make sure because my hair grew out and my natural hair color is showing at the roots. Need to get that bleached, but it can wait. I need to work on this make-up too.

I haven't made any money in a while, even though Specs make heroin. But I'm going to. Right after this shower.

…..

…

Someone's watching me. I can just feel it. I hate that feeling. And I know who it is too. Bastard.

"It's about time you stopped colorin' your hair," Tommy Gun whispered in my ear. Dammit. It's always when I don't have a weapon with me to use. He's wrapping his arms around my waist and sure he's naked. Doesn't help that I'm attracted to this asshole. "I liked the blonde better."

"And I still do give a fuck," I told him. Pulling away from him a went back to taking a shower. "Go away. I'm not in the mood for this. Go grope someone else."

"I don't wanna grope someone else," He said. "I wanna grope you…c'mon, come back to my room with me…promise we'll have fun together…"

…..fuck my life.

I know I should pull away right now, but I can't…it feels to good. The hot water isn't helping me either. And is he…..yes he is. He's kissing my neck. God I feel like I'm melting in his arms. C'mon…I'm not gonna let this happen.

He just pulled me closer to him and I can clearly feel against my back that he wants this to happen and is ready. Just pull away from him.

….

…

I'm not pulling away. Why am I not pulling away? Okay, just elbow him in the stomach and punch him in the face—oh my God he's biting my ear and it feels so good. Why does it feel so good? It's so wrong, and I know it's wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong at all. How does he know where to touch me?

"Ya know, for someone who say's they don't want anything to do with me, you're not fightin' back," He whispered. "Or maybe you were just lyin' and decided that fightin' wasn't worth it 'cause you really do want it." Fighting the strength that I needed, I turned and punched him square in the jaw, but he stayed up. There was enough distance between us so I walked part to go get my towel and leave, but he grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"Stop playin' hard to get," He said, tugging my hand. "Stay here with me."

"Stop bothering me," I told him. "The last thing I need to worry about is you coming from behind and fondling me." I pulled me hand out of his grasp. He didn't try to grab my hand again. I found my towel and wrapped it around my waist. Looking back, I saw that Tommy Gun was still looking at me. Out of all the inmates, why did I have to become attracted to him? Couldn't it have been someone else? ANYONE ELSE?

I walked out of the shower and to my room, leaving him behind. When I reached my room, JoJo wasn't there. Probably with the others. But Duracell's on my bed. Sitting under my journal that was open so the pages were facing down on the bed. JoJo did this, I just know he did. Evil bastard.

"I bet it's nice to be you," I said to the rabbit. "Just get whatever the hell you want. Must be nice. Just so you know, I'm not falling for this whole 'cute and helpless' thing you've got goin' on. Nope." Ignoring her, I found clean clothes and put the usual white t-shirt, orange jumper (but I don't put it all the way on, just the bottom) and white shoes. I out grew the pair I got from Veronica, and I'm waiting for a pair that I ordered from the commissary to come in. I turned back to my bed and saw that Duracell moved and was looking at me like I was the most interesting thing she's seen all day. "What do you want?...wait, why am I even asking….? It's a rabbit…."

I held my hand down in front of it and it wasted no time jumping on it. I picked it up and held it against my chest, petting it. I'm not going soft, I swear. It's just that if I walked out of here, it'll jump off the bed to follow me and hurt itself. Then JoJo would punch me for letting it happen. So I carried it outside and to the table where JoJo and Bandit were already sitting, shuffling dealing cards between the two of them. The cards look different though. What are those? Are those…..are those Uno cards. Oh shit, I haven't played Uno since I was nine. Love Uno.

"You guys are playing Uno?" I asked, sitting Duracell down on the table.

"Yep," Said Bandit. He stopped dealing the cards to pet Duracell. "Wanna play?"

"Yeah I'll play. Where's Specs?"

"He's off doing some research," He said. "Something like that. C'mon, let's play."

We played Uno for the next two hours. We only played two games because it got really competitive. Two games in two hours. Sounds more like Monopoly. Monopoly lasts for-fucking-ever. It was still fun, even though it lasted that long. Duracell wanted to be an attention whore and took cards out of the stack between us with her mouth and gave them to us, somehow knowing that we were going to pick them out. Damn rabbit. Trying to steal all the attention.

…

….Okay, so it's cute. There, I said it. But I'm not gonna fond over it.

When it wasn't passing out cards it sat in front of my and chewed on my shirt. I need to find something else for her to chew on that isn't me. I'll find something tomorrow. Maybe a piece of wood….

I won the last game we had. By then, it was getting close to lockdown, so we all called it a day. I stayed at the table a while longer after Bandit and JoJo, who took Duracell with him, and left for their rooms. I just needed a minute to think.

I'm 16 years old. I've been here since I was 13. That's a good three years. Damn. The last three years were a hell of a ride. White rooms, bullies, suicides, break-outs, and letters. Those words sum up what I experienced in the last three years. And I'm still in here for another two years. Wonder what that'll be like. Then I'll get transferred to an actual prison.

I hope me and the guys get transferred to the same prison. I would hate to have to start all over again. That would suck.

"What'sha thinkin' 'bout?" I can't get a moment of peace, can I? I soon as I get it, someone comes along. Like Tommy Gun. I stood out of my seat and walked past him. Answering his questions only add fuel to the fire. Before I could completely get away, he grabs my hand and pulls be back. "I asked you a question."

"So? That doesn't mean I gotta answer it," I snapped at him. He just never stops.

"That's cute," He said. "A few years ago I woulda thought you and your attitude needed to be put in check, but it's cute now. You still not gonna come back to my room for the night, are you?"

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" I yelled at him. "Get that idea out of your head!"

"Hmm. That's too bad," He said. "I'd send you to the moon and back if you'd come with me." I snatched my hand away and looked at him with a death glare. He blew me a kiss. Ugh. I walked away, keeping my arms folded so he could grab my arms. But that didn't stop him from landing a hard slap on my ass.

I can't win.

I continued and walked into my room, closing the door. Duracell's in her box hopping around, and JoJo was in his bed, starting to go to sleep. I turned off the lights and laid in my own bed ready to go to sleep too. I need to get Tommy Gun out of my head, but knowing my luck, I'll probably have a wet dream about him. I did once, it can happen again.

Right after I closed my eyes I felt something land on my head, I didn't bother to see what it was. I already knew. Duracell. I dunno why, but she likes to sleep in my hair. She doesn't chew or eat it, she just likes to dig in it for a minute then snuggles in it. She's so weird. It's a rabbit thing, I'm sure. As she settled down, I could hear JoJo chuckling.

"What's so funny?" I asked him.

"You too," Said JoJo. "You know you love that bunny. Stop fakin'."

"Yeah right. Whatever JoJo," I said. "Go to sleep."

HiddenBehindTheCurtains: You seem to really like JoJo :3 May I ask why?

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