Thinking Teal (Wentworth Fanfiction)

.:Chapter 3:.

*Explicit Episode Ahead*

"Bea, why do you need Mr Jackson?" I asked, confused.

"Just do." She answered, blankly ignoring me. I sigh, turning around to see Franky going to another prisoner. I sigh, knowing the other one is a bull dyke.

"You and Franky a thing?" Bea asked. I turn back to her, shaking my head. "Good. Because she's going off to Juice."

"All time low." Maxine joked around.

"Juice?" I repeat.

"Yeah. Lucy Gambaro. Larger Lesbian than Franky. At least Franky wouldn't attempt to rape you." Bea pointed out. I looked back to Franky, knowing that all to be true.

"Jeez." I mumble.

"Yeah." Bea responded.

I turn around and head for Franky and Juice, almost needing to speak to Franky. Almost immediately, I'm welcomed by Franky's small smirk and an unpleasant show of eyes from Juice.

"Franky. Can I speak to you?" I ask as I fully turn to Franky.

"Or, you can pay me by giving this one." Juice tempted as she licked her lips.

"No way." I grumble, then turn to Franky, who stared devilishly at Juice.

"Yep. We can talk." She responds as she turns back to me. Juice chuckled before walking off, and Franky grabbed me by my arm and took me out of the exercise room and inside the halls.

"What the fuck was that?" I ask as we speed walk down the halls.

"Nothing. None ya business." Franky responds.

"Franky I think I have a right to know." I state. We turn into H2, and Franky stops.

"Why do you?" She asks. I look away, just to look back to her.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." I respond. She stared at me, her beautiful green eyes watching me.

"Yeah?" She breaks an awkward silence.

"I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. It was the rush. A scared rush." I stated. Franky smirked, looking away from me.

"That's all?" She asks as she looks back to me.

"Uhm. Yep." I answer. She nods, looking away. Stuck in the moment, I grab her face and plant my lips against hers. It was like that for a good three seconds, as I felt Franky's hands fall to my waist. She wasn't like anyone said, or Bea. I've heard talk that they even have feud, and me being.. this.. with Franky won't help them. Or me.

I back off, meeting her eyes. She doesn't hold a smile, but her eyes do. She lets go of me, and I let go of her, just to appreciate each other in a kind sense.

"I'll be back." Franky mutters, stressed. As she went to to past me, I felt her lips on my cheek, forcing me to utterly blush. It was explosions, late. Delaid. But definitely there. Only problem is what Bea would think. I watch Franky walk off, ultimately wondering what she was up to.