“No. I saw you clutching onto food for dear life. How messy and skittish you were.”
“That means nothing—"
“It makes sense why you desperately didn't want me to tell people what I saw. You'd think it made you look weak.”
“And you still won't.” Her glare burned towards me with a silent warning.
Leaning back, I glanced her way as I pulled on my shoe. “I'm not gonna say anything.”
She retreated, pulling her legs tighter into herself, realising I'd brushed too close to something painful.
“How'd you end up homeless?”
“I don't want to talk about me anymore.” She snapped, as an uncomfortable silence set in.
Breaking it first, I slung my towel around my neck, “Intent to supply, that’s what got me.” Her eyes raised as she looked to me through her lashes. If she didn’t want to talk about her, then it was only fair that I shared a part of myself as well.
“No thanks to my dick of a stepdad.”
She remained quietly listening as I continued.
“Fucker set me up for sure.” My voice now mocking as I repeated the last words he said to me. “Get it done, Screech. I’m trusting you with this.Fucking asshole.” Yanking on my laces as his smug face re-entered my mind. “You know, he could have got any one of his loser lackeys to do the drop, but no.” I paused, replaying how the cops smashed me to the floor.
“Probably thought I wouldn’t last two minutes in a place like this. Easier for him to worm his way to my sister if I'm out of the picture.” My jaw tensed, my leg now restlessly fidgeting as Misfits' brows furrowed at me.
“If you haven’t guessed already, I ain’t exactly living in a fairytale dreamland either. More like a nightmare.”
“Is that who I bumped into?”
I scoffed, “Oh, you mean the brick? Nah, that’s Chester, he’s just some weirdo who oddly cares about the well-being of my sister and me. He let us crash there when things weren’t safe for my sister.” Raising to my feet I shot her a pressed smile, “But that’s enough about my shit show. We should probably get out of here, unless you wanna drool over more naked guys.”
Her smile returned as she pulled herself from the bench, “I didn’t know you were in here.” Turning on me as she headed for the door.
“Uh-huh, sure. That’s what they all say, you little creeper.” Before she had the chance to turn on me, I pulled my towel from around my neck, whipping her in the leg. The crack that followed left us both shocked as it made contact.
“You little fucker.”
“That’s payback for not grassing you up to your officer.”
Glancing back over my shoulder, I watched her disappear back into the communal area, the smile on my face remaining as I wandered back towards my cell. My towel hung loosely aroundmy neck as I stepped inside. Malik rushed to his feet, closing the door behind me.
My brows creased as I turned to face him, “What’s up with you?”
He closed the space between us quicker than I expected, “Come on then, spill the tea.” Shifting on the spot in a state of anticipation.
I paused, narrowing my eyes at him as I placed my things down onto my bunk, “What tea? There is no tea. Malik, what the fuck are you on?”
“I saw you.”
“Saw what?”
“You and the chick, leaving the showers together. Did you hook up? Is that why you waited behind, quickie in the cubicle is that it?” His smile grew as he crossed his arms.
I scoffed, holding my hands up in astonishment, “I think you got your wires crossed mate. And anyway, even if it was a thing, which it’s not, you think I’dspill the teawith you?”
His face fell flat, glaring at me, “I thought we were mates.”
“We are. And from what I’ve learnt from you, you’re a bit of a fucking gossip. I wouldn’t tell you shit.”
