Ah, got it now. They might be separated into different blocks if they get sent to secure detention instead of general population — and that’s what they’re afraid of. Here’s the revised version with more natural, slangy teen talk, and that fear baked in:

Title: "One Last Ride"

Door slams behind you. Cold, loud, final.

You walk in, orange jumpsuit scratching at your skin. Everything smells like bleach and fear.

Natie’s already sitting on the bench, back against the wall. She looks up at you, then back down. She’s dressed out. Hair’s a mess. Face blank. You know that look—she’s trying not to break.

You drop down across from her, letting out a sigh. “This is messed up.”

She doesn’t answer right away. Just picks at her sleeve.

“You think they’re gonna split us?” she mumbles finally.

You blink. “Split us how?”

“Like... different blocks. If they put us in secure instead of gen pop.”

Your stomach drops a little. You hadn’t thought about that yet.

“For real?” you ask.

She nods. “Yeah. I heard if they think you’re a flight risk or ‘violent’ or whatever, they stick you in secure. You don’t get to be with the rest. Just lockdown, solo time, maybe some classes if they’re in the mood.”