Behind Bars - Scomiche

Chapter 2

A/N For PTX_Pentaholic99 

Mitch POV

Concentrate. Concentrate. So he’s hot. Whatever. I fumble with the bundles of sheets in my hands and manage to drop some of the floor.

“Shit” I mumble under my breath as I scramble around on the floor. I hear a small chuckle from inside and see Scott smiling.

“Professional.” He remarks. I roll my eyes and carry on looking for his name. What order is this in? its not alphabetical, or by date. I finally reach his name on the last page. What do I do now?

“Do I tick it?”

He looks up in confusion.

“What?”

“Your name on this roll call, do I just tick it or do I need to write something?” I know it’s unprofessional and he will probably tell all his mates about the guy who couldn’t do roll call but I don’t want to do it wrong as it is the simplest thing.

“I guess so – I mean I don’t know, this is my first day.” He clenches his fists and his eyes start to mist over.

Do I comfort him? I am the WORST at making decisions, and I don’t know whether to respond with ‘don’t worry, everything will be fine’ or ‘you get what you deserve you fucking criminal’. Maybe that last one was a bit harsh.

“I’ll tick it. Why are you here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I don’t know. Wasn’t me.” Ok. Maybe he doesn’t want me to know. I have many people to get through, so I started to walk to my next cell when Scott calls out to me.

“Wait!” I halt and turn around. He is pressed up against his door.

“Yes?”

“I never got your name” He winks at me and I’m not ashamed to admit that I felt my heart skip a beat.

“Ermm… Mitch. I’m Mitch.” He nods and heads back to his bed.

I carry on the stupid roll call, and hoping everyone will be as nice/hot as Scott but no such luck. They are either weedy and pathetic, really scary, or female. I finally finish Block 3 and, with a great sense of achievement, I head back to the office. Will is sat there with his back to me. I cough quietly and he turns and glares at me. Like full on GLARES.

“I finished roll call in block 3, what do you want me to do?”

He shrugs.

“Canteen duty I guess. Just don’t let them kill each other.” I gulp. Here goes nothing.