Logan's POV:
I wake up to the feeling of Kim rolling over. I still have her between my arms. She lays on her back and I bury my face into her arm. My head is pounding making me wince a bit. Kim looks over at me and raises her brow. "You ok?" She asks and I shake my head. "Uhm what can I do?" She asks sitting up. I lay my head on her lap and she eyes me. "Kiss my head please?" I ask with a slight pout and she rolls her eyes. "or my lips" I mumble and her eyes widen a bit. I flash her a smile and wink, but my eye twitches in pain and I groan. I bury my face in her legs, I'm about to give up but then I feel her head on the back of my head. She gently grazes my hair with the pads of her fingertips making me smile. It's something right? I wrap one of my arms under her legs so she's trapped between my arms. I turn my face on the side of her legs and look at her. "I'm sorry." I apologize, even though I did nothing wrong. But she doesn't know that. But anything to make her less...distant. She nods a bit, but I can tell she's a bit upset. Hopefully, it'll go away with time.
Just then I remember something. It's November 13th, meaning in 2 days to would've been my birthday. And Jasmine would've thrown a "surprise" party like she did every year. Except I knew about it so it wasn't much of a surprise, but she'd make me act surprise for the best of it. I smile sadly at the thought. Kim notices and questions me with her eyes. "It's nothing," I say smiling at her.
"Get up it's time to eat!" We hear the guard yell to all the inmates. I sit up off of Kim. I get up slowly, not too fast so I don't faint or anything. Kim gets up behind me as the officer unlocks our cell. He keeps the door open and we both exit, following the other inmates into the cafeteria. We stand in the line, Kim in front of me as we pick up trays. One of the cafeteria workers dumps food onto our tray. The only thing I can recognize is green peas. Probably the only actual color in the tray of mush. Kim's face morphs into disgust as she stares at the food. "Move along," The officer says to Kim standing by the counter of food. Kim frowns and looks around the place. She walks over to an empty table and plops down. I follow her and sit across from her making her roll her eyes.
Jasmine's POV:
I wake up to the chaotic sound of other inmates getting out of their cells. Soon enough Noah is at my cell door, unlocking it. I sit up rubbing my eyes as he opens the cell. I get up and peek out, he opened my cell last. Most of the other inmates are walking out of the room into the cafeteria. No one is looking our way. I look back at Noah and throw my arms over his shoulders and around his neck. I press my lips to kiss, kissing him slowly. He returns the kiss just as slow as I hold his cheek, caressing it slowly. I feel his tongue slip into my mouth but I pull away with a gushy smile still keeping our lips close, barely centimeters away. "I should go to eat," I whisper bringing my eyes from his lips to his eyes. He groans and I giggle letting go of him. I could get used to waking up to the sight of him, even if it's not in the best situation. I peck his lips one last time. I walk out of the dim room full of cells with Noah close behind me.
I enter the cafeteria and go to the long line. I grab a tray as I wait in the line. In front of me is the guy I saw fighting with Logan last night. Jeez, he's huge-
I keep my head and eyes down not wanting trouble. The line goes by agonizingly slow, not that I'm excited about the food. The stench fills the room, making me scrunch my nose and my face up. We finally get to the counter and the staff plops a blob of food on my plate. I look down at it and frown. I shake my head and look around the big cafeteria. I spot Kim at a table with Logan and walk over to them. I sit down next to Kim, flashing her a small smile then looking at Logan with serious eyes.
"Are you okay?" I ask first before getting mad at him. He has a black eye and a large cut on his lip. His cheekbones are red and bruised. He's my brother so it's an instinct to care about him. He nods a bit eating his food. "Where did they send you?" he asks me. "Doesn't matter," I say with a frown and poke my food with the fork. "Is it true?" I ask looking back up at him. I can tell Kim feels awkward as she eats her food quietly. "Is what true?" He asks confused and drinks water from the plastic cup on his tray. "That you got us into this mess. You turned us in." I say with my brows furrowed. He glances at an officer guarding one of the exits of the cafeteria, Noah. he looks back at me and nods a bit. "Yes, it is." And with that, I feel betrayed. I look down at my food then get up. "I'm done I think I'm gonna go shower before anyone else goes," I say wanting the privacy. "Kim?" I ask as if she's coming. "But you didn't eat any of your food-" Logan goes to say but I shoot him a glare. he glares back at me. "Sit down and eat." He says lowering his voice to his "scary bossy" voice. I ignore him and walk to the nearest trashcan. I dump the contents into it and put my empty tray on top of the trashcan. I wait for Kim as she does the same. She leads us to the shower room and once we enter I take a deep breath. There are a few girls in here, thankfully no guys. We both go away from the other people, standing a few showers away from each other as we undress. I take the quickest shower possible not feeling comfortable being this exposed. I just can't believe he would go against his own flesh and blood. Who would do that? I get he's selfish, but I didn't know to the depths of getting us in trouble. When we had no clue what we were doing as well. As Kim and I finish and wipe ourselves she speaks. "He apologized to me." She says softly not looking up as she dresses. I dress back into the beige uniform, nodding in return for an answer to her. "I don't forgive him either." She adds. "How would you? How could he do that to us?" I ask her bitterly. She takes this as an answer to keep her words and thoughts to herself. We exit the shower room as some guys come in.
Once everyone has showered, an officer announces on the megaphones around the premises that it's yard time, meaning free time. Let's just hope I don't have to actually talk to people-
