Twenty to Life (Peterick)

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-Patrick's Pov-

My first full day wasn't that bad.

It could've been worse. Really.

My ass was only smacked maybe twelve times. I was hit on by a felon about eight times. If you want to count that one time I was peeing and a guy told me I had a nice dick.

Who the hell does that?

Horny middle aged men, that's who.

Anyway, now it's day two. (A/N: *rings cowbell* GIVE IT UP FOR DAY TWO!)

I made my way down to the main office so I could call Anna. I'm bouncing, thinking about talking to her. When I get out of here, I'm going to marry her, I swear.

The receptionist, a young red head, smiled at me from behind the glass.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Um, I was told I'm allowed to call my girlfriend." I looked down and fiddled with the hem of my shirt. People make me nervous.

"Sure thing baby doll." She said as she blew a bubble with her gum.

She pushed the phone under the glass and I dialed Anna's number.

"Hey baby, it's me, Patrick." I said cheerfully.

She sounded breathless? Exhausted? I can't quite put my finger on it.

"Oh, Patrick! Hey I'm um...jogging. I'll talk to you later." She sounded like she'd been thrown off guard. Did I do something wrong?

"Anna, I can't talk la-"

She hung up on me, mid sentence.

I gave the phone back to the red head and walked away. I really want to go home.

I slowly walked back to my cell, hoping to not be noticed. I was so close when I bumped into a guy who was an inch taller than me with dark hair.

"Watch it fucker" he said as he punched me in the shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I said apologetically.

He looked at me smiled widely,"Oh, you're the new one aren't you?"

How does everyone know who I am?

"Yeah, I guess I am. My name is Patrick by the way. Not sexy, hot ass, sweet cheeks, or twink." I said as I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

"Wait!" He called after me, and I glanced over my shoulder and saw him jogging after me.

"What?" I said, slowing my pace.

"Your pants are ripped in the back." He smirked.

I blushed and quickly move my hands to my ass to cover it up.

"Do you need another pair?" He said in between laughs.

"They only give each person one pair every other day." I said confused.

"I know people." He said smugly.

I waited in my cell as he got me some pants.

"I'm Pete by the way." He said as he handed me the orange pants.

"Oh, I've heard about you. What are you in here for?" I said, preparing myself for the worst.

"Well, my ex boyfriend Mikey cheated on me with a guy named Jon. So, I beat the shit out of Jon, set his car on fire, and I busted all of the windows in Mikey's house. Then, after all of that, they were checking my house and found a boat load of weed and pain pills. Oops." He said and shrugged his shoulders.

Well, shit.

"What about you?"

"Um, I accidentally put my stepdad in a coma."

"Really? You might as well have killed a butterfly." He threw his head back and let out a laugh.

"DINNER!" The guards walked around shouting, attempting to get everyone's attention.

"Well, see ya later, hot ass." He winked and left my cell.

I stood up and went down for dinner.