( @inked-inmate )
Leo’s legs hung from the top bunk and his back was against the mattress, humming some poppy reggae song stuck in his head while attempting to count past thirty bricks on the walls without getting distracted. Barely ten minutes of being here and the teenager was already bored out of his mind, and only now considering that maybe his little joy ride hadn’t been worth the three years of this miserable boredom that was yet to come.
His only hope for a savior from his boredom, he thought, would have to be his cellie — wherever the hell he was. Khleo had high hopes he wouldn’t end up with some psycho, although it was something he'd certainly considered happening. Sure he’d grown up around plenty of criminals but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t rather have some guy caught up petty possession charges over an actual hardened criminal that probably wouldn’t appreciate his smartass.
