"we already fucked, might as well get attached.", i shrugged pacing the workshop. ive been here not even a month yet, and I already found someone I care about- and no, not just because we fucked.
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Apparently after lunch we have free roam. Meaning we can do whatever we wanted within the rules. I saw a thick Latina girl with plump lips and thought she looked friendly enough to tell me how to get an officer to let me use his phone.
"How do you get a phone call?", I asked and walked over to her seat on the grass of the courtyard. She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, like I was insane to be associating with her.
"You're new?", she said more as a question then a statement.
"No, I just don't have a name tag because I've been here for years. Yeah, I'm new.", I said and shifted my weight to my left leg.
"We have a few phones in the hallways, you can use those. I'm Daya.", she said and and looked from some shed back to me with her hand out for me to shake.
I shook her hand. "I'm Mariana...", I replied uneasily. "Do you mind showing me where the phones actually are?"
She pushed herself off the ground and then brushed off her backside of any dirt that might've stuck on her. "Yeah, c'mon. I was bored anyways. We gotta get you a nametag on our way or else you'll be in the shoe for violating dress code- or you'll get a shot I don't know how their system works."
"It doesn't.", I said with a chuckle, she let out a small laugh as well before opening the door to the inside and leading me to a familiar door.
"Healy is your 'consular', right?", she asked, with questions over 'consular', and I nodded. "I'll wait around here, just ask him for a name tag."
I knocked on the door and waited for his slow answer that eventually came. "Ah, Mariana. What can I do for you?", he asked and stepped out of the way to let me in.
"I need my name tag.", I said and he held up a finger signaling for me to wait a moment. He left and I couldn't help my curiosity, I stood up and sat behind his desk.
I gave the chair a few light turns back and fourth, i quickly got out when I heard the handle being messed with. That wasn't even Healy, probably some bitch being annoying or whatever.
He came back a few moments later and had a red tag with Alaniz printed on the white part. I was handed it and clipped it on my pocket as instructed.
"Is that all?", he asked and I just nodded and stood up, heading towards the door. "Of you need anything else, I'm here!", he called to me as I left.
I found Daya and she looked at me. "How'd it go with Pervy?", she asked and I gave her a confused look but then it softened. He did give off pervert like vibes.
"Well, I got my tag and sat in his chair. I'd say pretty good."
"Why the fuck did you sit in his chair?", she asked sounding mad but her face was all smile. "Did it give you super powers or somethin', cause he probably sweats up a storm in that thing."
"That's why I got a whiff of old potatoes and semen.", I joked and she started laughing with me.
"Male guards here can't keep their dick in their pants.", Daya scoffed. "Even if their alone."
Ahead of us I saw a line bigger then the lunch line leading to three or four phone boxes. "What the fuck, no!", I said out of aggravation.
"Shit.", Daya started. "I don't think you'll be calling anyone today, Alaniz. Sorry. Gotta get here earlier tomorrow."
I rolled my eyes. "I think Luscheks little pet wants a turn.", a short and chubby woman with half shaved hair and tattoos called.
I think that woman was in the electrical with me as well. Or Chapman has been talking, which is a possibility.
"Let's just go.", Daya told me and I was already going to start walking off, with or without her. We walked in silence until we reached this empty hallway and she did that looking at me thing again.
"You just got here and already have problems?", she asked and I nodded with a shrug and a smirk.
"I also thing a couple of girls wanna shove me in their vagina for mistakenly stepping in front of them in the line for lunch, that I never got to eat.", I added.
"Jesus.", she said shaking her head and holding in chuckles at the vagina part.
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"Inmates, get to your bunks!", guards started yelling. I'm assuming it was time to sleep because it was dark and they were yelling for us to get to our blocks and bunks.
I followed Daya back and then told her goodbye as I went to my own bunk in the corner. "Surprise!", two, familiar, voices shouted.
"We your new bunk buddies now!", Flaca exclaimed and Maritza gasped, grasping onto Flacas arm.
"Bunkies!", she screached. "If that's not like the cutest fucking name for bunk buddies then I don't know what is."
"It's nice, I like it.", I said and climbed on the top bunk of the same bed as before while the other two got the separate bed.
"Yeah, well, tomorrow we are giving you a makeover.", Maritza's voice told me. I smiled and turned around, my box was still here and full of what I had in it before. I was surprised.
