“Check out the rack on the new girl,” Lopez tells Torres at the top of his voice, almost like he wants Valeria to hear him. I wouldn’t put it past Lopez to deliberately wind his current fuck buddy up in the hope she starts something with the new girl. It’s his usual M.O. Not that Valeria will need much encouragement I think as I look in the direction Lopez is pointing.
Damn. She’s pretty.
Her long, dark hair tumbles over her shoulders as she leans forward, picking at her bland tuna cake with slim fingers. She pops a piece in her mouth, her face pulling into a grimace.
“See.” Young nudges me in the ribs. “I’m not the only one who fucking hates fucking tuna.”
“Everyone hates fucking tuna, but if you want to live, you eat what they give you. Simple. Get over it.”
Young is my best buddy in here, but even he gets on my nerves sometimes. Hard not to when we spend so much time together. The two of us are the only ones in our crew with level four privileges, which means we have two and a half hours of free time each day and four hours of recreational time on weekends. That’s a lot of time listening to my younger buddy complain about the food.
I haven’t taken my eyes off the new girl. She’s forcing the tuna down, grimacing the entire time, and I can’t contain my grin. The foodisfucking awful in here, but you need to just grin and bear it. It looks like she’s already learned that lesson. “Even the new girl gets it, and she’s only been here a couple hours.” I push Young’s plate at him. “Eat.”
He flips me the bird, but he stops bitching and starts eating, and I’ll take that as a win.
Young’s like the little brother I never had, and I like looking out for him. Gives me something to do and helps me stop feeling like a worthless piece of shit, if only for short bursts of time.
The new girl is sitting at a table all by herself, but she doesn’t seem phased by it. I watch her eyes subtly taking in her surroundings. She chews slowly as she discreetly scans the cafeteria. Valeria and her gang of bitches are sitting at the table in front of us, eyeing her warily. If she’s aware, she’s not letting on.
Officer Powell, the only female officer in the coed unit and one of the few to treat us with any shred of respect, steps up to the newbie, her mouth moving slowly as she speaks with her. The new girl stands, and I’m betting she feels every set of eyeballs glued to her banging body. Every person in this room is staring at her, and I want to stand up and scream at them all to leave her the fuck alone. It’s the same every time a newbie arrives; although, looking at this girl, I have a feeling the spotlight will be on her for some time.
I was wrong before. She’s not just pretty. She’s fucking beautiful. She’s tall with legs that seem to stretch on forever, and she holds herself with a confidence that’s sexy as hell. With her dark hair, big eyes, high cheekbones, and plump lips, she’s the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen. I can’t tell her age, because she most likely looks older than she is. All I know is she’s under eighteen because otherwise she wouldn’t be here.
Granted, I have minimal real-world experience with girls to be in any position to make such a sweeping statement, but she’s hotter than those actresses I see on TV shows. The ones I usually imagine I’m fucking when I’m jerking off. Even in the shapeless white polo and too-big navy shorts uniform she’s wearing, I can tell she’s got a knockout figure. I hate to agree with anything Lopez says, but she’s sporting an awesome rack that already has every male drooling.
I hope, for her sake, that she’s got a pair of matching-sized lady balls.
Because she’s going to need them if she wants to survive around here.
* * *
I havemy first close encounter with the new girl later that day. It’s our obligatory outdoor activity time, and we’re all outside, sweltering under the intense late afternoon heat.
“Fuck, even my balls are sweating,” Torres exclaims, and Sofia rolls her eyes.
“Keep that fucking shit to yourself,” Valeria spews, scowling as she scans the yard before rolling the end of her polo shirt up.
“Take it off, baby,” Lopez encourages as his wingmen instantly reposition themselves so they’re blocking his girl from view. Watson is too busy eyeing the new girl as she jogs around the yard to even glance in this direction anyway.
Valeria licks her lips, curling her finger at Lopez in a come hither gesture. Lopez jumps on top of her, his hands pushing the polo up even farther until he’s exposing her bra to the salivating male audience. She eyeballs me with a seductive smirk, but I stare impassively at her. It’s not the first time she’s indicated interest, and I’m tired of rejecting her advances. Although my body craves sex—I’m as horny as any seventeen-year-old guy—I won’t lower myself to sleeping with her, and I don’t want to start a fucking war with Lopez, so I do my best to ignore her outrageous attempts to grab my attention. When he starts fondling her tits, I look away, and my eyes instantly meet the new girl’s. She’s hunched over, with her hands on her knees, looking flushed.
My heart rate elevates as we lock gazes for the first time. Her chest is heaving ever so slightly, and damp tendrils of hair cling to her forehead. A light sheen of sweat glistens on her brow. It’s not exactly ideal weather for running, but I admire her determination. Most kids in here are lazy as shit, uncaring about school, working out, or anything which would make the best of a bad situation. Most get sucked into the system, either banding with the gangs or falling prey to them.
I wonder which side she’ll fall on.
As that thought pops in my mind, I vow to do what I can to keep her safe.
Her eyes bore into mine, almost like a challenge, and I get lost in the seductive depths of her gaze. Honestly, her eyes are the most startling brown. Like a warm burnt amber color, and the orange hues surrounding her pupils are like wild, flickering flames. I’ve never seen anything like them. She stares at me through these long, thick lashes and I fucking forget how to breathe. It’s as if our surroundings have disappeared and it’s only her and me.
Unspoken questions linger at the back of her eyes, and the way she’s looking at me makes me feel like she’s peeling back my layers, one at a time, until I’m exposed before her. I go to great lengths to hide who I am in here, and, ordinarily, I’d run a mile from someone inquisitive like her.
But the only urge I’m feeling in the moment is to runtowardher.
The sentiment freaks me out.
But not enough to pull my gaze away.
Her tongue darts out, and she licks her lips before dragging her bottom lip between her teeth. I follow the movements greedily, and a wave of desire floods my body while my heart beats wildly in my chest.
