Orange Lipstick

10

Warning(s): Violence

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Seeing the ginger on the floor knocked out, had made Amara grit her teeth.

For the very first time in a long time, Amara felt a feeling of dread well up in her stomach when her sky blue eyes met a pair of cat-like golden ones.

Right in the middle of the ring of hooting and cheering women, the tall dark beauty stood intimidatingly as she practically smirked at the blonde. 

"It's been a while, hasn't it Amara?"

The platinum blonde says as she walks confidently towards the stoic woman.

All the other women in the crowd, scramble to make way for the intimidating individual, not wanting to receive whatever cruel malice she has directed towards the blonde.

If Amara's intimidated, she doesn't let it show and only scowls at the cocky woman.

"I thought they let the whiny bitches outside. How'd you get inside?"

A giggle escapes the woman's orange lips, her eyes gleaming in malice. "You and me both." 

The surrounding inmates stare at both of them in reactions mixed between bewilderment, excitement, and fear. 

Josie, standing behind some inmates, only stared in confusion, not understanding what the big fuss was about. The redhead just wanted to see both of them throw hands already, goddamnit! That muscular woman getting beat up was just the start!

Looking to her side she sees  a woman with a buzz-cut staring at them in anticipation.

"Hey, what's the deal with the two bimbos? They obviously want to kill each other, why the hell haven't they started?"

Scrutinizing Josie, she speaks in an uncertain tone, "I have no clue..."

Tommy looks at both of the intimidating women, while she knew that Amara was better at combat than Maggie, she wasn't sure if Amara could beat the newcomer.

From the looks of it, it seems that they knew each other outside of prison, if the green-eyed girl had to guess, the dark-skinned female was probably an enemy of the haughty blonde.

Looking at Amara's face, Tommy knew that Amara was contemplating whether or not to pounce on Maggie's perpetrator.

But there was also a hint of uncertainty that rarely ever graced Amara's features. 

Whoever this woman was, Tommy decided, she was not good news if she made Amara of all people uncomfortable.

Before either female can decide who will take action first, a whistle silences the hoots of the female inmates getting crazy.

"Alright alright, what are y'all bitches hollering about?" A female guard yells, followed by many more.

As if the fight never started, the rest of the inmates disperse from the crowd, Josie and Tommie following them.

Amara makes a move to go over to the fallen ginger but is stopped at the feeling of a hand harshly gripping her forearm.

"We need to talk. Meet me in the stalls at night or you'll fucking regret it."

Amara rolls her eyes, "you don't scare me, whore."

The platinum blonde grins, "we'll find out~."

Letting go of her arm, she disappears with the crowd.

Growling under her breath, she looks at the back at the female's head feeling her blood start to boil.

"I should've killed you when I had the chance. Honey."

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A/N: I know cliché, right?🥴

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