❝𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌; 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖❞ ✉︎ d. seavey

four - giggles and smirks

"so..," noah awkwardly starts, resting his oddly satisfying hands on the table, "tell us about yourself?" he says it more as a question, which gives me more freedom to have options for answers. I don't want to come off as rude but I don't want to seem extremely opening. after all, I've been here a year and they think I just came here.

"maybe some other time? it hasn't been a good uhm... waking call." noah leans back in his chair, opening an ice mountain water bottle, taking a quick sip, and closing it back up. "of course! if you dont mind me asking, wake up call?"

lylia stares at me in awe, are index finger being strangled by her silver hair. her lip is busted, but she continuously seems to chew it.

i glance at noah, and shrug. "another time? please?" noah nods, defeated. he didn't want to give up. he wanted some answers. and he wasn't getting them just yet.

makena rolled her eyes at lylia, and grasped the young girls wrist. "can you stop drooling over Daniel? he's too old for you."

lylia rips her wrist out of makenas hand and gets up cleoe and personal, a smirk plastered to her face. "you don't know that. or do you, stalker?" makena s face flushes a deep red. Noah's eyes widen, and he quickly butts in the conversation, ending whatever would happen if makena exploded.

lylia giggled, and stared into makenas soul, not blinking once. she'd be a pretty girl, without the crazy eyes that had been superglued to her face.

noah opens up his apple sauce, and uses the wrapper as a spoon. "are we not given spoons?" I ask quietly, but loud enough for them to hear. noah swallows, and shakes his head. "this one over here, didn't take her meds and almost gauged a staff members eye out with a baby plastic spoon. therefore, no spoons." I nod, and lylia glances at me with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

makenas eyes are nearly rolling in perfect circles as she carefully watches lylia. "lylia, if you don't stop being a horny little fuck, I won't hesitate to use this milk carton as a hormone plug."

I did not want to know what she had meant to say without elaborating. lylias eyes glistened with curiosity. "are you threatening to make a period cup out of a chocolate milk carton?" she giggles, placing her hands flat down, standing up.

makena stands up, the exact same way lylia has. except, makenas taller, and closer to lylias face. "it's not a threat. it's a warning. because you know damn well I would, and I would enjoy seeing the pain in your face." lylia gulps, hiding her emotions. she grasps the end of Noah's apple sauce cup, and dumps the remains on makenas uniform.

the guards quickly notice what shade of red and blue makenas face is, so they carefully drag her to her room to get her cleaned up and calmed down.

the other guard sighs and announces that it's quiet time. "what's quiet time?" I ask noah. he stands up, and dumps his tray. "they haven't told you anything? the schedule?" we walk down the same corridor. I shrug.

he is the room to the left of mine, and he stops at his door. I stop in front of mine. "they might've. but I didn't hear because I was in a frozen mental state for the past year." I walk into my room, and close the door shut behind me.