"Let me guess, we're having Sophie sit with us aren't we." I grumble as I ate the vegetables on my plate. Franky, perched at the end of the table, asserted her gaze on me. She scoffed, grinning away as she looked ahead. She drank the water beside her, placing it down with a hard thud.
"Why are you so uptight about this?" Franky questioned as she turned to me. I sat back against the chair, grabbing the crease in my elbow.
"Why can't I?" I ask harshly, causing Franky to look away. She exhaled lightly before turning her head back to me.
"There's no reason to be!" She said with a smile, picking up a spoon-full of plain corn as she bit it, her eyes glancing into mine. I look away and over to Bea who stared me down.
"Are we even a thing?" I interrogate as I immediately turn my head to her. She cleared her throat as Sophie planted herself down across from me. I stared her down before looking to my food.
"What's wrong with everyone today?" She asked innocently. I roll my eyes, picking up my tray and walking off to Bea's table as I sat myself down next to Bea. She gave me a quick smile before turning around to face Franky, who watched us intensively.
"Why aren't you over there?" Bea asked. I closed my eyes before looking back to her.
"Have you not seen the way Sophie stares at her?" I turn to face Liz, who watched me speak of her daughter's name. "Sorry, Liz." I beg, looking back down to my food. I heard footsteps carrying closer to us. Looking up, I notice Jodie Spitari hovering over me as she faced Bea. I rolled my eyes, looking to Bea.
"You changed your mind?" Bea asked, her body tensing up. It would suck being top dog around here, it would suck majorly. "'Cos that's the only reason you would be in here."
Jodie's expression faded, her brown eyes locked onto Bea's. "Please, Bea, I'm starving."
"Yeah, I bet you are," Bea agreed slightly, "but you're not eating until you do it."
Jodie looked around the table, everyone's expression faded as Doreen's head shagged. Jodie's eyes watered up as she held her wrists, walking off and out of the cafeteria. I feel Bea's hand on my arm as I slightly look up.
"You go back to Franky with any of this, and I'll make your stay here a fucking nightmare." she whispered, letting go of her sleeve. I stared at her, scoffing. I shook my head, standing up.
"You don't scare me, Bea. You frighten the fuck out of everyone to get your way. You're a terrible top dog." I grumble, grabbing my tray as I bin it, turning back to her before walking out the door; her anger had arose, face telling me a thousand ways she's planning on killing me. But I didn't care. The truth can hurt.
~~~
Screams echoed from Spitari's cell as I tried my hardest to block them out. I sat against the wall of my bed, facing the door as I watched people pass by. Immediately after, my attention was taken to the fact my door had been swung open; surely enough, in came Bea. I smirked, peering off to my side.
"You gonna do your own dirty work?" I ask as Bea shuts the door, still facing me.
"I should fucking kill you," Bea growled as she came closer. I bound off my bed, standing face-to-face with her. "but I won't." Instantly after saying so, her arm flies under my neck as she pushes me up against the wall. I grip her arm, my tippy-toes just feeling the floor.
YOU ARE READING
Thinking Teal (Wentworth Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(~SLOW UPDATES~) Takes off from Season 3. Delilah Jones is faced 7 months in Clayton's maximum female-facility, Wentworth, for defending herself (not seen by the Jury as 'defence'), she has to overcome troubles by herself, with friends or with enemi...