Pen Pals

Chapter 9

Joey's P.O.V.

The guards take Daniel out of my cell and puts Ryan in his place. It's so frustrating because Daniel just asked me to be his boyfriend and now we aren't even in the same room together.

"Who was your roomate, Ryan?" I ask him as he sits down on what used to be Daniel's bed.
"You remember. It's Preston!" He says causing my stomach to churn at the thought of Daniel in a small space with him.
"Daniel's going to end up killing him," I say standing up because my guard is at the opening of my cell.

He places me and Ryan into handcuffs and they start to escort us to the dining hall. Good, i'll get to see Daniel.

I walk in and I keep trying to look around to see Daniel but i'm too short to see through everyone. All of a sudden I feel someone grab me and pull me to the side.

"Hey sweet cheeks," Preston says to me placing a kiss on my forehead.
"What do you want?" I say slinging his grip off me.
"I just wanted to know that your 'boyfriend' and I made out, and he liked it. Actually, he told me he was going to break up with you to be with me," he says with a little defeating smirk on his face. Rage fills my body as I walk away from him and spot Daniel sitting at the table with Ryan.

"What's wrong with you?" I say walking up to Daniel and slapping him. Everyone glances our way but looks away as soon as they see it involves Daniel.
"What do you mean what's wrong with me? Hell, you just walked up and slapped me for now reason," he says standing up and rubbing his cheek.
"Do not play fucking dumb with me, Preda. I-I can't be one of your toys!" I say walking away from him but he grips my arm, hard, and pulls me back to him.
"Why don't you tell me what is fucking wrong before you even begin to think that you're just a toy," he whispers to me, very close to me face.
"Just do it. Do it right now, Daniel. If you're going to break up with me to be with Preston just do it. We just started going out and you already want to be a fucking whore," I say as my breathing starts to speed up and I start pushing back the tears that are threatening to spill out of my eyes.
"Baby, I don't know what Preston said to you, but he is just trying to hurt you. I never touched him. Okay? I don't want him. I want you. Don't believe one word that spills from his mouth," he says and I just look at him in the eyes. My mom always said you can tell if someone is lying by the way their eyes look. And he is definetly not lying. I wrap my arms around his waist as he pulls his around me, holding me as tight as he can.

But something in the back of my mind tells me that this won't be the end of this conversation...