All Chapters of I HAD ME A BOY : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Quietly, I follow her past a couple of occupied cells and I spot Roxy seated on a small bench inside a cell that has large steel bars as a door.My heart drops to my stomach."Roxy!" I say and she turns to look at me. "Where's Vic?" I ask. "He's in another cell," she responds as she stands up."Are you okay? What did both of you do last night?" I ask but instead she tiptoes and tries to look over my shoulder. "Isn't Scott with you?" she asks and I roll my eyes at her and fold my arms across my chest. "Way to change the subject, Roxy. What did you do? For how long are you supposed to stay here?""It's a really long story and... they said that they'll accept bail after a week–"****Roxy's POV"A week!? Are you fucking kidding me? Oh my God, what do we do now?" Kyrah is panicking and she's now pacing from left to right, raking her fingers through her hair. "They refused to let me talk to the sheriff." I shrug just as my cellmate, who said her name is Kenzie, wakes up, yawning with h

"Hell yeah!" She staggers trying to find the right songs to play and she stops when one of her favorite songs starts playing. She turns to me and hiccups and then smirks. "No way. I am not singing along to that." I shake my head as I take a long swig of my drink."Come on, it's Aerosmith, who in the world wouldn't want to sing along to them?""Fine." I roll my eyes at her and she holds her bottle pretending it's a microphone.A minute later... we're both yelling out loud the lyrics. Me, pretending to be playing the guitar and Kyrah, with the microphone pretending to be the lead singer, Steven Tyler. Right now I'm just thinking to myself, what if someone walked in through that door and found us being this stupid? The thought makes me laugh.Kyrah stands on one of the couches, nearly falling but she gains her balance and then continues singing."Cause even when I dream of YOU! The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you baby, and I don't want to miss a thing!" She jumps off th

After I lay Roxy next to Kyrah, I walk back downstairs and call Vic and he picks up a second later. "Yeah?" he says. "Where are you?" I ask. "Just spending a little time with Wren, is anything wrong?" he asks. "No, everything is fine, my dad's home, and your sister and Kyrah are dead drunk and you should see what Kyrah did to her car... Unbelievable!" I chuckle. "What happened?" "She smashed it. I came back and found all of its windows broken," I say and Vic laughs. "I'm pretty sure it was Roxy's idea," he says. "Of course it was. Err... Are you coming back later or did you guys move into the new house?" "Hasn't Roxy told you?" he whispers. "Told me what? And why are you whispering?" I frown. "I'm whispering because I don't want Wren to know we got arrested last night–" "You what? You're joking right?" I snort. "No! I'll tell you about it later or maybe Roxy will tell you. Listen, I've got to go, Wren and I are at the mall and she's in a dressing room trying on a new outf

"That's what I thought. Atleast dad always used to check up on me every now and then but you... you were out there living your dream, shopping for expensive things, enjoying various cuisines from country to country while I was here, wanting a mother's love. But you know what? Carla was there, all through, damn it! She took me to hospital when I was sick, came to watch all my soccer matches and swimming competitions, she cooked for me, took good care of me. That is why I you are NOT chasing her away from me. I love Carla alot," I say and I spot Carla raise her eyebrows in surprise. "Blake. I'm sorry but she has to go. I'll employ someone new to take over her duties," mom says, not even moving a single muscle. "So you mean you're just going to kick her out just like that? No!" I cross my arms across my chest. "If she's going, then I'm going with her. I'm going to get my stuff," I say and walk past my mom who decides to raise her arm at me to slap me but I grab it tightly and push it a

Kyrah’s POVAs I am watching a movie by myself, Scott walks into the house. Since his dad has been around, and Roxy wasn’t away this time, I’ve been having company whenever Scott wasn’t available. He's been spending time with his dad and I didn't want to interrupt. “Hey, good morning, Bailey.” He walks to where I am seated and plants a kiss on my forehead. For a minute I am startled, but I play along. I turn to look at him standing beside my couch and he looks abit nervous, happy? I don't know, but I'll find out. “Morning, Stone. Did you sleep well?” I ask, pausing the movie, curling my feet up on the couch as I hide some hair escaping from my messy bun, behind my ear. “Yes,” he blows out air and looks around, “Where’s Roxy?” he asks as he sits on the couch. I can’t help but inhale his scent when he passes right in front of me. For some reason, his scent calms me down, every single time. He smells so masculine in a very wonderful way. “She and Vic went to meet up with their dad, I