What Happens in Prison Stays in Prison (George Mendez Fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Dry Hump in Your Own Time

The cafeteria is always the worst when trying to avoid Mendez, especially now, since Red and the family are getting suspicious. At least with Red in the kitchen, the food is always some-what good. Grabbing my tray full of food, I make my way towards the table where Chapman and Vause are sitting. Mendez was standing by the door, watching me as I move towards the girls, I try my very best not to look in his direction, which is quite difficult, when he is giving me THAT look.

Soon, all the girls join the table and we all get to talking about the most random shit, until Chapman makes a move on Vause. "Chapman! Dry hump in your own time. Not when inmates are trying to ingest their shit they call food!" I let out a small laugh, as all Piper did was put her arm around her girlfriend. Looking at him with a smile, he starts to smile back and looks quite proud of himself. In all honesty, I think he only did that to get attention.

"I saw that," Piper says with a grin, "I dont know if youre laughing at him yelling at me, or making a big deal out of nothing, or insulting Reds food, OR you just wanted an excuse to look at him." She starts to laugh. I roll my eyes, "Oh my God! What is with people today, I dont encourage or flirt with or look for excuses to look at Pornstache!" Everyone starts laughing, all except Red. "Well which one is it?" Alex smiles, "The second one. Alright. It was the second one. I give up." I stand up, now very frustrated, drop off my tray and storm to my bunk.

Taking a shower in this place is probably the worst and best part of my day. Its good to get clean, but at the same time I usually end up rushing it, its hard to believe, but listening to Morrelo and Nichols having sex is not always fun in the shower.

Of course, when I walk out of the bathroom, there Mendez is in the hallway. I quickly start walking, trying to avoid any conversation. "So, you dont look for excuses to look at me." Of course, he was listening, I sigh as I turn around to face him, of course he has a huge grin on his face as well. "Oh, you only wish that I look for excuses to look in your direction." I hit back, now smiling, I hate how much he makes me smile with his stupidity, but in a good stupid way.

"Well I – AND I BETTER NOT CATCH YOU WALKING AROUNG TOPLESS AGAIN, INMATE OR THATS A SHOT!" He suddenly screams in my face as another inmate walks past us. "Well, thank you for giving me a reputation." I get annoyed, "Im just trying to prevent you from getting in trouble with the Russian Bitch." I roll my eyes, "First of all, you seem to be trying to save your own ass, and second of all, I have not seen that girl in here before, and Im sure neither has Red." "If that bitch gives you any trouble for talking to me then I swear to God I will-" I hold a hand up to stop him right there, "Dont talk about her like that and theres no trouble because its not like theres anything going on between us." That seemed to hurt him a bit. Why? I dont know. He clears his throat, "Listen, Inmate, Im coming to drop off some laundry tomorrow, and my clothes better be fucking spotless!" Yup, I definitely said something wrong. I turn on my heel and started to walk away.

Once I climb into bed, Nichols walks into my bunk. "Good job, Davis. I heard Pornstache yelling at you in the hallway, I guess you dont have to worry about Red no more." "I guess not." I shrug, "Maybe you should walk around with your tits out more often around here." She yells while walking away. Damn it Pornstache.