You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison (KELLIC) (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

[a/n So I'm taking a quick survey on here and on my Instagram, 3CheersForKellic : I'm currently drafting a one-shot to publish soon. Very kinky, very smutty. The survey: What ship should I publish it as? I was planning on Kellic, obviously, but I thought since I've published mostly Kellic fanfictions lately that you guys might want something else. Thoughts?]

Song of the Chapter: "One of Us" by Mayday Parade

"Block D! Up and ready!" Officer Carlile shouted down the cinder block hallway. Kellin and I were sitting on the lower bunk bed playing 20 questions. He told me I was his first cellmate and that the red-haired inmate across the way had never been very accepting to Kellin's attempts at conversation, so having me there was quite the change. Kellin and I stood up by the bars of our cell. Another guard unlocked our cell; there were only three security guards there to take the nine of us "menaces to society" to dinner, and they didn't even bother handcuffing us.

"Shouldn't there be tighter security?" I asked Kellin as our group shuffled down the hall. Kellin chuckled.

"There probably should be, but there's way more prisoners than there are guards. Cellblock D's usually well-behaved, so they aren't too strict on us," he informed me. I nodded, taking in the other prisoners. Craig still babbled incessantly, his eyes bloodshot and fingers shaking. Alcohol might not be the only thing he was suffering withdrawals from.

"For you new guys, you get an hour for dinner then an hour in the rec room before you go to shower. Behave," Carlile concluded gruffly. He clearly wasn't one for conversation. Cellblock D shuffled through the stereotypical meal line; unidentifiable meat, canned green beans, bread, and a container of red Jell-O was handed to each of us. The whole group sat down around a circular cafeteria table. I took the seat between Kellin and the ginger from across the hall.

"I think we should introduce ourselves for the new guys," Kellin suggested quietly, taking a bite of his bread. The tall tattooed man with the mean look in his eyes scoffed.

"What, is it the first day of kindergarten or something?" he taunted in a thick British accent. The man with the dark, curling beard rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, Oli. Some of will be stuck here for years, and I'd like to know who I'll be showering with. Anyway, my name's Jeremy, and I'm in for six years on accounts of domestic violence and... bad behavior," he informed us, his voice strangely steady for talking about such a dark topic. The stocky man next to him chipped in next.

"I'm Caleb, and I'm in for four more years for drug use and dealing. It's not my first time here," he said shortly before going back to his dinner.

"I'm Craig, and I'm in for attempted," Craig said, his fingers tapping rapidly on the table.

"Beau. Only a few months left for motor vehicle theft," the guy with the long hair said in a bored tone.

"I'm Jesse, and I'm in for embezzlement," the redhead said. The British man snorted rudely, and Jesse rolled his eyes. Clearly it was somewhat of a common joke among them.

"I'm Josh. Oliver and I are in for robbing a bank," another man with a British accent stated calmly despite the glare Oliver flashed him.

"And I shot a guard there," Oli said simply, giving me a dark look.

"When's your date again?" Caleb asked him. Oli steadily ate his meat, never looking away from me, before replying.

"Less than a week now." I didn't need to ask what the date was for.

"Uh, I'm Vic and I was in the Southern "Constellations," I said to break the tensions. Beau let out a long, low whistle and the other guys looked impressed.