Criminals-An H20Ladd Fanfic

Chapter 20-Better

Jon P.O.V.

Craig takes me back to the cell, and we sit down. "How's your head?" He asks, and I shrug. "Ouchy." I say, and smile. Thank god Evan is in solitary. But Scotty told me it's only for five days. But that's good enough for me. Five days without having to worry about getting assaulted or raped by him will be nice. But I turn back to Craig, and kiss him. "What was that for? Not that Im complaining." Craig asks, and I grin. "Just cuz." I say. He wraps his arms around me. "Why does everything bad happen to you? I would gladly take damage if it meant keeping you safe." I shake my head. "No, Craig, it's better this way. Because this way, I can always be sure that my Mini Ladd is in no danger." Craig sighs. "You are so fucking stubborn." I nod. "Yup." Then Max walks in, with Adam close behind. "Hey, Jon. How you doing?" I shrug, and point to my head. "Eh. When you have your head slammed against a floor a few times, you kind of have a bit of pain." I laugh, and then they do, too. I hear my stomach growl, and then I look at Craig. "Man, I am fucking STARVING. Can we go to the canteen to eat?" He nods, and the four of us walk down the corridor. As we walk in the mess hall, the guys come running up to me. "JON! How are you feeling?" "Is your head okay?" Lui walks over, and punches my arm jokingly. "Are you gonna have any brain damage that'll make you more stupid than you already are?" I smile, and shove him. We laugh, and then walk over to the food. "Hey, Duleerioos." Nogla says. "How's yur hed?" I shrug. "Not bad. Considering. What's for lunch today?" Adam steps up behind me. "It's either mac and cheese, or some dog threw up. Hopefully the first one." I laugh, and then look at Nogla. "Mac and cheese." He plops it on my plate, and I walk over to sit next to Brock. "Thanks for patching me up, Moo." Moo smiles. "Jon, Im a fucking medic here. It's what I do." We laugh, and then Craig sits down next to me, and puts his arm around my shoulder. "You gonna eat, or what?" I smile, and then shovel the mac and cheese in my mouth. Considering it was Nogla who made it, it's actually surprisingly good. I grin at Craig and Brock. Brian comes over and stands behind Brock. He leans down, and wraps his arms around Brock's shoulders. Moo smiles, and looks up at Brian. Brian leans down and kisses him. Craig smirks. Then Tyler walks up from behind us. "Oh my god, they're so cute together." He says, and I grin. "Yeah." Tyler sits down on my other side. Craig starts talking with Brian and Brock, and Tyler glances over to me. "Are you okay?" He asks, and I turn my head to look at him. "What do you mean?" I ask, and he rolls his eyes. "Jon, I mean do you feel okay after having your head bashed into a linoleum floor four times by a certain douche bag named Evan?" I smile. "Fine. I guess. So, you hat Evan, now?" I ask, and he nods. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" I shrug. "Maybe cause he was your wingman?" I suggest, and Tyler sighs. "Well, yeah, he was. Key word was,. But ever since you and Craig showed up, he was acting strange. Like, more erratic and irrational. It was just starting to piss me off." I nod. "I know the feeling." I mumble, and Tyler smiles. "But honestly. Are you scared of Evan now, or some shit?" I shrug. "I mean, maybe a little. He did try to rape me, remember? Twice!" I say, and Tyler raises his eyebrow. "Wait, twice?" He asks, and I nod. "There was another time, when I had come back from the canteen, and I was in my cell, on my bunk, and he kind of jumped me. He was about to get.....well, he heard some of the guys coming down the hall, and left pretty quick." I say, and Tyler sighs. "Jeez. Evan has more than a few screws loose, I'd say." I snicker a little, and Tyler smirks. "So, you are feeling better?" He asks, and I nod. "Yeah. Thanks to all you guys. I mean, I'd probably still feel like shit and be in that infirmary if it weren't for you, Brock, Brian, and Craig. You are all so nice to me." Tyler smiles. "Of course. We wouldn't want anything to happen to our precious psycho." I laugh, and Craig turns. "How you doing, Jon?" He asks, and Tyler and I grin. I glance at Tyler, then back to Craig. "Im doing great."