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"New friend for you, sugar."
Courtney Shane looked up at the guard with a disgusted look, pulling her bright red lollipop out of her mouth to smirk, "Oh, goodie. With all you gorgeous matrons running around here, I was beginning to be concerned at the lack of beauty within my environment. Very bad for my psyche."
The guard threw her a look, way too amused, in Courtney's opinion, for someone who had just taken an insult. "Well, this one is pretty, alright. I'm sure you two will get along just fine."
A (yeah, okay, she would admit it) pretty, dark brunette was ushered into the cell with her, carrying a pile of her possessions and looking not too damn amused herself.
The guard, Janine, shook her head. "Two teenage murderers. Play nice, girls."
Courtney gave her the finger, going back to her magazine and ignoring the other girl, who was looking around warily, quite obviously on edge.
Slam. Click. Janine locked the door behind her and left the two girls alone to stare. Courtney pointed to the top bunk with her sucker. "That one's yours. Don't get too comfy, sweetheart, cause no one ever bunks with me for too long." She looked up at the other girl with a smile. "I'm high-maintenance."
"I'll bet you are, cupcake," the other girl said, a slight smirk on her own face.
"Excuse me?" Courtney slowly put down her sucker and closed her magazine, examining the other girl more closely.
Tall-ish, dark circles around her eyes, full lips and too much dark lipstick. Same damn coveralls as everyone else in this hellhole, but she managed to wear them and still look sexy. And to Courtney's annoyance, she didn't seem in the least intimidated.
Well, that would have to change.
Courtney stood up gracefully, and stalked over to the other girl, pinning her against the wall with only her personality. "Listen to me, bitch. This place may not be much, but I am the queen of it. And no one talks down to me unless they want a homemade knife in their back. You got that..." She raised a hand to stroke the other girl's face, "Dearie?"
To her surprise, the other girl laughed, dropping her stuff at her feet and grabbing Courtney by the wrists. Hard. "Don't worry, baby; I'm not trying to upsurp your crown or whatever. And I really didn't want to be roomies with some spoiled prom queen, but with that attitude of yours, I think I'm actually gonna enjoy this..." She raised the hand not clutching Courtney's wrists and grabbed her by the chin, shaking her face like a child's. "Dearie." She laughed, dropping Courtney's hands and pushing her out of the way.
Prom Queen.
Courtney shook her head, trying to clear away the memories of prom. Instead, she turned in shock to face the brunette, rubbing her bruised wrists with a scowl. "And just who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Faith." Faith had already picked up her clothes and then dropped them, right next to a pile of Courtney's magazines. Probably bending the covers. Bitch.
Courtney folded her arms, leaning against the wall. "And, you're in here because..."
"They assigned me the room." The girl just did not want to share. Well, whatever. They had a long time in here together. She would find out Faith's dirty little secrets eventually. But first...
Walking casually back to her bed with a sigh, Courtney crawled onto it on her stomach, recovering her magazine and throwing a glance back at Faith quickly enough to catch the gaze she threw at her ass. Great. Just what she needed in here. One of those.
But, whatever. Not like she hadn't done this before. How else did one become the most popular girl in the prison. She might go into the shower with the girls, but she always came out with her lipstick still perfectly applied. After all, she was the motherfucking queen of this place. Faith would just have to learn. "So, how'd you know I was prom queen? Read about it in the papers?"
"Lucky guess." Faith yawned, climbing up onto her own bed.
"I guess that you're a perceptive gal," Courtney observed casually. "You've really never heard of me? Courtney Shane? Murdered her best friend with a jawbreaker, got found out at prom?"
Faith raised an eyebrow. "Really? Wicked." She shook her head. "But no. Not a squeak, princess. But then, I've been asleep for awhile."
It took her a while to respond with a "Huh?" The hell was that supposed to mean?
Courtney looked up over the edge of her bunk at Faith for an answer, but the other girl was already asleep. Dammit. After just five minutes in here? She kicked the bottom of Faith's bed with a petulant yell.
"Wake up!"
Faith jumped up with a start, then growled viciously and leaned over her bed. "What do you want, princess?"
"Tell me a story?" Courtney smiled prettily.
"You're not gonna let me get any sleep, are you?" she said wearily. Courtney nodded, still with a sunny grin, and Faith sighed, jumping off her bed and settling next to Courtney, who laughed.
"What's so damn funny? I was sleeping, bitch."
Courtney threw her hair back over her shoulder. "Its just a good thing I don't have kids. I have, like, zero patience."
Faith looked dumbstruck for a minute, then irritated, and then she smiled. "You're wicked strange."
Courtney beamed, picking up her lollipop and sucking it into her mouth. "So, why're you in here again?"
Faith grinned, shaking her head and making herself more comfortable on the bed. She'd known jail would be difficult, but damn. She hadn't know it would be this interesting. Prom queen or not, her cellmate was the kick.
This was gonna be fun.
