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𝙾𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 Dymond sat shirtless at a table watching as Kyaire and his guys played basketball with a few other inmates. They'd asked him to join but he'd declined and had decided to workout instead. His attention was on Kyaire. This was the calmest he'd ever been when he was mad at someone. He was so calm that he scared himself. Ever since he'd found out yesterday that Kyaire was the ex that had been giving Dianna problems he'd been trying to keep his distance. He didn't sit at the cafeteria table with him for dinner last night or breakfast this morning, and now he didn't want to play basketball.
Kyaire hadn't noticed his behavior because he was in his own head about Dianna possibly having a new man. He didn't like how she'd walked out on him yesterday, and he was itching more than ever to find out who Denim was. Dymond not sitting at a table and choosing not to play basketball was the last thing on his mind.
"I'm out." Kyaire said, tossing the ball to JD. "Handle that for me youngin'."
Kyaire made his way over to the table Dymond was sitting at and took a seat on the same bench. He kept a little space between them but that was still enough to annoy Dymond more than he already was. Dymond stared straight ahead, keeping his focus on the basketball game. At least he was pretending to. Out the corner of his eye he looked at Kyaire.
"Aw man come on!" JD yelled, when someone on the opposite team elbowed Stone in the ribs and took the ball.
Before that man even got a chance to shoot, Stone put him in a headlock and squeezed as if he'd kill him. You'd think they'd have enough sense not to hit someone who'd chopped someone up and put them on a grill, but in prison it seemed like everyone had something to prove. Kyaire laughed and Dymond shifted in his seat and exhaled before poking the inside of his jaw with his tongue. Kyaire looked at Dymond, arching a brow.
The sound of a guard blowing a whistle caught both of their attention as they looked in the direction it was coming from.
"Break that up over there inmates or else you're going to the hole!" The guard yelled.
