Maxine and I followed closely behind Bea as she tried catching Mr Fletcher's attention, carefully and considerately.
"What is she doing?" I asked Maxine. She looked down to me, then back to Bea.
"You know how Bea was drugged?" Maxine responded.
"Uhm, yes. By the man?" I added. Maxine nodded.
"Apparently, Mr Fletcher saw him too." Maxine finished. My eyebrows raised, shocked.
"Shit." I scoffed.
"Yeah.." Maxine mumbled. I looked to my side, loneliness filled my body. I felt I was a sidekick toward Bea, and not a friend. I was a friend to Franky, obviously more than that.
Bea stopped walking as Mr Fletcher went on, allowing Maxine and I to slowly catch up.
"Well, that went well!" Maxine said sarcastically. I let off a smile, but Bea didn't.
"No shit, wonder woman." Bea's sarcasm radar went off as she walked the opposite way. I raised my eyebrows again as Maxine looked off after Mr Fletcher.
"Stress." I mumble. Maxine smiled to me, but still watched Mr Fletcher. "I'll catch up later." I touched Maxine's shoulder before running after Bea.
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"I know you're under stress but I need you to stop following me." Bea ordered as we reached her cell. She entered, tying her hair again. I leaned on the door frame, watching her.
"It's not that- I want to help with whatever you're doing!" I answer. Bea looks to me with that angry look she always has.
"You can't." she answers.
Suddenly, I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked to my right, seeing Franky.
"What do you want?" I ask, looking her up and down.
"Please, we need to talk. Or- I need to tell you something." Franky pleaded, and she did that sad face that she's known for. I looked to Bea, who looked away from me with a smile. I sighed, closing my eyes before turning back to Franky.
"Fine. You can talk." I finally answer. Franky smiled, grabbing onto my sleeve and pulling me to her cell. As she opens the door, the first thing in sight is Sophie- naked.
"Shit!" Franky called, covering her eyes as mine widened.
"Oh-" Sophie spoke, stopping as her mouth filled with saliva.
"What the fuck, Franky. This isn't a good sight." I whisper harshly.
"I know." Franky whispered back. "Get changed and out, Sophie. I'm not ready to fuck anyone just yet."
"Well, turn around or close the door!" she ordered. Franky quickly pulled me out of the way, closing the door. I pulled from her grasp, my arms in a knot.
"What the fuck." I chuckle nervously. Franky looked off to her side.
"I didn't know she was going to do that." Franky exclaimed.
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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...
