I stared at Crystal in shock.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice hesitant.
She nodded her head briskly. "I'm positive."
Raven got an annoyed look on her face. "We gotta cut to the chase. We're convinced you can help us figure out this conspiracy thing, and we need to break you out of here. We're gonna visit you next week, and tell you the escape plan. Do not tell anyone else about this, okay?"
I just stared at the girl in shock.
"What? How am I-"
"Visitation time is over." One of the guards said. The group said a quick goodbye to me, and left the room. I followed the guards back to my "room."
I had just been transfered there, because of the deal. My cellmate, unluckily for me, happened to be James.
"Oh, hey Alex! Looks like you're my new roomie!" He said excitedly.
"Oh, hi," I responded. I turned around, desperately trying to cover the blush on my face. Just hearing James talk was making me all nervous. Because he's hot. Really hot. Like completely fucking gorgeous. Not even the sun could be as hot as he is.
"Wow, just gonna give me the cold shoulder," He grumbled.
All I could think about was how hot he was.
"Are you ignoring me?" He asked, sounding upset.
"N-no! Just having a bad day is all," I said. Did I stutter? I never stutter. His handsomeness made me, a fucking serial killer, who has slashed the throats and cut the wrists of countless people, stutter.
"Every day here is a bad day," He commented.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever."
"You're really grumpy, you know that? Stop taking it out on me that you weren't clever enough to cover your tracks and are now stuck here," He said, his voice changing from happy to annoyed.
"Yeah, well, it's actually better than what I had before," I growled.
"Really? Were mommy and daddy mean to poor baby boo?" He asked in a condescending tone.
I raised my left hand, my face probably turning red. What he said struck a cord. Not only did he know nothing about my life, but he was mocking me. Not even his hotness could make up for that.
"This fucking 'accident' is what saved me from the monsters I call my birth parents. The orphanage was worse than this nightmare of a livin' situation. At least I only have one roommate now. Shut the fuck up about my life, and worry more about yours, or particularly, how it will end if you continue talking," I hissed.
"Calm down, I didn't realise that comment would make you so mad. Sorry," He said apologetically, rubbing his arm.
I took a few deep breaths, and turned back around in my bed.
"Oh, come on, don't be like that."
"Fuck you."
"I'd love to."
"Ugh, what I meant to say was go to hell."
"That's where I'll end up, if you fuck me,"
"Fuck off, James."
"I don't think I will."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, only to let out a huge sigh. I turned onto my back, and stared at the ceiling, admiring the hotness of James from the corner of my eye.
I was lost in thought, when I felt something heavy on my chest.
I almost jumped in surprise, but I was unable to, because James was sitting on my chest.
"Get. Off." I said, struggling to breath.
He gave me a sly smile. "No."
"Let me refrazse that," I warned, "Get off before I hurt you."
"What was that, I couldn't quite hear you!" He basically shouted, looking at me with a sinister smile.
"I warned you," I said.
I grabbed his arm, using a little of my strength to twist it behind him, and forced him off of me.
"Ow ow ow!" He yelped, "Let go!"
I smirked, and released his arm. I stared at the ceiling again, smiling.
James finally left me alone, though I refuse to admit that I kinda enjoyed the ordeal. It kept me away from boredom, and I got to hang with the hottie.
James left me alone for the rest of the day, though I occasionally caught him staring at me. I used my time for reading. It was a small book I had borrowed from another inmate, but it kept me entertained none the less.
"Would you stop staring at me," I said, not even looking up from my book.
"It's not like I was staring at your crotch," He commented.
"I don't care. You've been staring at me for an uncomfortable amount of time," I said. My eyes were still scanning the page, and I flipped it.
"I can't help it," He said, "You look interesting."
"Why? Because I'm albino?" I asked.
"I made a bet that you weren't," He said, "Because your pupils are black instead of a darker red."
I slipped a piece of cloth into my book, marking my page, and walked towards him.