Warnings: Mature Language, mentions of abuse, bullying, violence, threats, homophobia.
A/N: In this chapter Creech is Juliana's bunkmate, I'm aware in the show her bunk is downstairs in the show and that her bunkmate is Alex but go with it! Italics= flashbacks.
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𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 a mistake, as soon as the words spilled out of my mouth... I knew it was wrong yet I still said it. "Are you regretting your stupidity?" Gloria asked me as we walked up the stairs, "I don't regret." I brushed it off, yet she could see through me- Mama always could. "Mihjia..." She sighed to me. "I am yes." I muttered to her before arriving at my cell, "But what's she gonna do? She's probably got worse arthritis than my abuela." I scoffed entering my cell to see a frizzy cornbraided woman stood there- an evil look on her face.
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𝐇𝐨𝐰'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐭 there? "Bottom bunk." She grunted at me. "Excuse me?" I scoffed. "I. Said. Bottom. Bunk." She spoke extra slowly as if I were an idiot. "I'm not an idiot... God. Who are you anyway?" I asked placing my stuff on the bottom bunk, I preferred the bottom anyway, not that she'd know that. "I'm Creech and you Garcia made a big mistake." Creech sneered at me as I looked around seeing hot sauce on her shelf. It seemed like an obsession if you ask me.
"Did I? Enlighten me." I smirked at her as she got in my face, "Badison and Carol won't be happy with you." She warned me as I chuckled, "Well you're not high up enough in Carol's circle to even do shit about it." "Cookie, you don't know shit." Creech retorted defensively. "I know enough." I smirked.
"I could get you beaten up in a second." Creech warned. "Well I'll be waiting..." I snarked to her, hopping on the top bunk to piss her off. I threw my things at the top and began to read a magazine I took with me. "Well go on, call her up.." I encouraged, letting a hum escape my lips as I flickered through the first page of Playgirl.
"Aye papi." I smirked seeing the oiled man on the magazine, his chest hair was just the right amount you know? "You think you're all it now cookie but soon you'll face your downfall." Creech spat standing tall so she could somewhat face me, I placed my magazine down with a sigh. "I know how prison works, Creech is it? Been inside just the once but I learn fast." I replied going back to my playgirl.
"Do you mind? I kind of just wanna enjoy Fulgencio, I've named him see." I smirked showing her the oiled man. "Those abs fuck..." She cursed, staring at it wide eyed. "Lucky he's mine now." Creech laughed snatching the magazine and hiding it, from where I was I didn't see however. "Fuck sake!" I grunted. "What's the deal with D block anyway?" I wondered attempting to make conversation seen as she stole my play girl.
