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well rounded individual than I arrived. I rolled my eyes and glanced around at the other girls, tying to spot a friendly face. All I was greeted with was sour expressions, too much make-up and way too much attitude.
    Grabbing my bag, I pinpointed my location on the map and began heading toward my room. It looked as though I’d be sharing with another girl.
    Freaking awesome.
    I didn’t share well with others. I didn’t do anything well with others and especially not girls. But, this place was a walk in the park compared to some of the places I could’ve been sent to. We basically had free range of the grounds, access to courses to further our schooling, and plenty of entertainment. Some of the detention centers I’d heard about were more like adult prisons. This was like a freaking summer camp. No, I’d been to summer camps before. This place was so much…richer.
    I walked outside and was greeted with huge, sprawling green lawns and blossoming flowers everywhere. Glancing at the map again, I realized I was lost. I turned left instead of right back there. Or maybe I should’ve gone straight…
    Oh who the fuck knew. I was hopeless at reading maps.
    “Are you okay?”
    I looked up into the bluest pair of eyes I’d ever seen.
    “Are you lost?” he said, trying again.
    Shit . I stood there, looking like a freaking idiot, just staring at the poor guy. I blushed and shook my head, my long red hair falling over my face. I pushed it back over my shoulder and smiled.
    “Yep, I’m well and truly lost,” I agreed.
    He laughed and took the map from me, his fingers brushing past mine in the process. He jumped slightly, like he’d been shocked. I blushed again. Gosh, I’m such a freak.
    “Okay, so you’re in Wing C, room four. So what you need to do is go back over there and turn right…” his voice trailed off, then he laughed. “It’s probably safer if I just show you. Pass me your bag.” My heart swooned.
    He’s sweet, as well as hot.
    He wore a dark blue tee shirt under his Albertson Juvenile Detention Centre shirt that hugged his muscular frame, with faded jeans that clung to his hips. His tanned skin complimented his dark, curly hair perfectly and every now and then, he would flick it away as it fell across those eyes.
    Who was this guy? My knees almost gave way just looking at him. Seriously, if I could orgasm through sight alone, he would’ve done it for me.
    “You’re one of the new girls, I’m guessing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
    I nodded. “Maya.”
    “Nice meeting you, Maya. I’m Max.”
    “Are you one of the guards here?” I asked, my face flushing. It was a stupid question, considering his uniform stated as much, and the fact that this was an all female institution. Who else would he be?
    “Yes,” he chuckled. “What gave it away?”
    “Yes, okay, I’m an idiot, now let’s move on,” I said, rolling my eyes.
    “Happy to,” he grinned, motioning for me to walk. I fell into step beside him, trying to think of something funny or cute to say.
    Nup. Nothing. Nada.
    “So, what did you do to wind up in here?” he finally asked.
    “I stole a car.” I thought about lying, but if he wanted to know the truth, he could’ve just checked my file.
    “Ooh, hardcore.”
    I narrowed my eyes, not sure if he was teasing me or not.
    “Yes, and now I’m stuck in this place,” I replied. He threw back his head and laughed.
    “It’s not that bad here, trust me.” Those blue eyes twinkled as they stared into mine, sending my hormones into a frenzy. This guy was all sorts of hot.
    He’s also a guard and nearly twice your age. Or at least he looked it.
    “Well, there we are.” He pointed to the building in front of us. “Your home for the next…”
    “Six months,” I finished. I reached for my bag. As I took it from him, his fingers again touched mine, this time the intention was unmistakable. He was flirting with me. Between the looks he was throwing me, and those accidental