"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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Of course the goodnights meant nothing. I didn't, and couldn't, sleep. "Up and at'em!", a guard yelled. "All you extra sleepers or non-breakfast lovers, get to work!", he continued, yelling louder at the 'get to work' part.
I got up, hid myself in the corner of the bunk, changed my clothes as quick as possible, then ran Maritzas brush through my hair. Figure she won't care and truthfully I don't care either.
I was starving, that food bar can only do so much for so little time. I wasn't prepared for what was to come minutes later, he said my files came in- which means I'll be working instead of right next to his glare.
I used the bathroom, I had to shove a girl out of the way but got the stall with the door on it, then brushed my teeth and Flaca appeared beside me. "You want me to do your makeup?", she offered and I nodded, anything to stall me from going to electric was a blessing right now.
The liquid liner was all mushy, I wondered who she got this from- it's clear contraband. She did my mascara and held her fingers on the drying lashes to curl them.
She patted my shoulder and I walked off, then stopped. "You got shit to curl hair?", I asked and she happily clapped her hands together, excitedly.
"You could say that.", she smirked.
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The process was confusing, but I came out of that bathroom with wavy hair and a tardy to work. Perfect. "Inmate! That's a shot, get the fuck to electric.", Pear scolded and I rolled my eyes. Now he knows where I work so he can harp on me 24/7.
I drug my feet through the dirt covered cement pathway and into the electrical building. I opened the door and a few eyes turned to me but nobody actually paid attention for more then a second.
"You're late inmate.", Luscheks voice said in a tone I haven't heard yet, stern. "Take a seat by Watson.", he said looking from me back to his hammer where he was smacking a nail into the same wood block multiple times.
I walked over to a girl- it was one of the girls that surrounded Poussey the other day. "Hey.", I spoke dully.
"Sup?", she responded, popping the 'p' as she spoke, sending me an intimidating look. "You know how to wire a fuckin' lamp?"
"I do drugs, not mechanics.", I joked. I probably made it sound like I was a full on junkie- it's just my humor.
Watson stood up. "Luschek you put a junkie too close to my shit. I need her moved for' shit get ugly.", she yelled and Luschek shrugged off her request.
I got defensive. Has this girl grown up in a box, does she not understand a joke. "What- what did you just call me.", I asked grinning angrily and slowly standing my small body up.
This Watson girl would surely beat me in a physical fight, she looked ready to pummel me into the floor, but I hide behind my mouth for a reason.
"You gonna hit me, newbie?", she smirked. I just stared at her, each of my hands placed on the table and my bottom lip between my teeth- trying to keep quiet.
"Hit you? Or laugh at you?", I pondered. "You really want to fight me- I'm half your damn size. Just cause you look like a tree doesn't mean I need to breathe your air.", I spat, mostly commenting on her hair- but the tree thing could've gone a racist way.
All eyes, even Luscheks grinning ones, were on us. I didn't know what to do, I can't fight this girl- I hide behind my smart ass remarks, not my fists. She, in one quick movement, slammed her palms on the table- making me flinch in fear.
He knows. "Punch her!", someone shouted, slapping their fist into their palm. The girl, Watson, chuckled.
"Would love too.", she smirked and she ran across the table, without a second to react her fist collided with my cheek. I reacted to the second swing, dodging under it, along with some others.
She gave me a punch to the middle of my stomach that I couldn't dodge- nor ignore. I collapsed onto the ground, feeling ridiculous and stupid.
"Alright, inmate. Head it d-down to Caputos.", Luschek said- sounding shaky. He didn't even stop her. To make sure she went he said something into his walkie-talkie and Watson had a smirk as she walked out with a bounce in each step.
A girl with hair bigger then my IQ, and redder then my insides felt, walked over and offered me her hand to help me up. I took it, but didn't get far off the ground. "My rib.", I groaned, it felt like only one of the rib bones shattered- I don't know if that's possible.
"Hey.", the woman said to Luschek, sounding more like 'ey' more then 'hey'. "I'm takin' her to the infirmary."
"Do whatever you chose with her, Nichols. She'll probably lie about it later on so fuck it!", he responded then paused. "Take that literally actually."
The woman gave him a weirded out look and hesitantly nodded. "You're fucking weird.", she told him. She helped me stand, despite the agonizing pain I was in, and we made our way down the halls.
Girls gave me and the girl weird looks as we made our way down to where she was bringing me. "I'm Nichols, Nicky Nichols.", she said. "Parents named me greatly, I'll never forget my name."
We got to a room and an Indian? doctor or nurse or someone, ran over. He couldn't be much use to help me walk since he was so much taller so Nicky led me to the bed thing.
I laid there waiting for the doctor to return just thinking, why would Luschek let her beat me? I know he's mad and all... I didn't think he'd let her hit me?
I deserved it. I should've told him, but I don't see why I would, we aren't a thing so why should he care?
