"Fine. You can go and help them."
I can hardly believe that I just heard those words leave his mouth. Despite the anxiousness and annoyance clearly laced within, I couldn't help but smile. Now I'll finally be able to finish my research for my Theseus. Excitement boiled to be let free from my body.
"If something happens to you on there, because you don't have a guard as you've insisted, I'll put you into a hot box myself. No matter what your mother says. Is that understood?" His piercing glare held mine, never weaving.
"Sir, yes sir!" I yelled shooting from my chair with a mock salute, held it for a minute or so before laughing, "should'a seen you face, priceless." I squeezed in before the laughter shook me.
His face unreadable before a sigh escaped his lips followed by a chuckle and a shake of his head.
"See I gotcha," just had to rub it in, being mean as I am, "look Warrant, I can take care of myself. Gymnastics, MMA and football mastered since I could walk, thanks to you, I can protect myself and help you. Besides Knauer, Papajohn or Lambert are always gonna be on watch tower. If I can handle being a Barbie for mom, I can handle a bunch of convicts dad."
The old man pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers letting out another sigh, "Just go get changed and on the field before I change my mind, Roxanne." I squealed before giving the warrant a quick hug a turning to leave.
I skipped out of the office, passing his creepy old lady of a secretary, and heading towards the toilet with my pink Addidas bag hanging of my shoulder. I could have sworn I hear something along the lines of, '...change my mind? I've definitely lost it...' Before pulling on my black and white football shorts, black Nikes and a black tight tank top.
I looked at my reflection, the top may be a little tight and provocative but that's football right..? Shaking my head at the thought, I let my elbow long blond hair flow before putting my contacts in. To be honest putting them in is a pain in the ass with make up on, I don't wear much, just eyeliner and mascara with a little gloss on my lips. After poking myself a few times in the eye I was ready.
Stepping out of the toilet with my bag and a football in each hand, only to collide with a hard chest and drop everything.
"I'm sorry, Miss Hazen, the Warden has appointed me to escort you to the field." Said Knauer picking up my belongings, holding them out to me.
Quickly taking them and walking after without answering him. We stopped by my guest room then followed onto the field silently. I knew the walls of this prison like my back pocket. I remember every visit with my mom and the tours around; it may seem weird that a child was brought voluntarily to explore a prison but all I can say is that I was a daddy's girl. I don't care what anyone else thinks. Pulled back from my thoughts by the hole burning stares I felt on my body, I realised that we were now walking on the quart-yard. Amongst the convicts.
"Well aren't you fine.." A strange low voice whispered in my ear as an arm sneaked around my waist pulling me back first against a hard chest.
"Let her go Doug, Knauer is right in front. He will notice that she isn't following." Said another convict a bit quieter than usual, which I could only assume was 'friends' with the bastard behind me.
I could feel a smirk coming to my lips as Knauer turned and smirked looking at the convicts, he didn't speak or move from where he was standing 20 meters away. Mouthing the words 'go for it' to me, my smirk turned into a mischievous smile before I grabbed Dougs hand only to use his weight to flip him over in the air.
His body slammed hard against the ground letting out a whimper before shouting and standing, "I'm gonna get you bitch! Come her-"
"Ah, ah, ah." I said in my sassy voice just as I kneed him in the head, a pop echoed in the air. Well something broke. "Didn't your Mama teach you how to tread a lady?" I asked before stepping over the middle aged creep.
"You surely haven't changed. That was entertaining." Complemented Knauer as I made my way over to him.
"Twat got blood on my new Nikes!" I whined walking past, stopping at the edge of the field.
Crewe shouts at a convict complementing his running skills before appointing him their quarterback just as he notices me. Nudging the Caretaker in my direction. I simply observe. The whole team seems to create a semi circle around me and Knauer await the coming scene.
I faintly hear Crewe asking what's going on while I look each convict severely, my gaze lingering on the newly appointed quarterback coming my way. My eyes trail from his toned legs, to the visible eight pack that's tightly wrapped in a wife-beater with his defined V lines just below. My emerald eyes meet his after what seems like eternity, an emotion flickers in his eyes. I may be wearing contacts but I would say it was lust along with something deeper. Maybe. I take in his face, very handsome face and those full rosy lips... Softly pressing against mine, gentle-
Startled as my body is nudged, I look around and out of my silly fantasies. "Uh.. What?"
"I asked you to explain.." Knauer explains, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Asshole.
"Explain what..?"
".. Haven't you been listening?" I stare at him blankly, waiting, "Crewe asked what is happening." Full flown smirk as he looks from me to the quarterback and back again.
Glaring before turning to Crewe, "I'm here to help according to the Warden Hazen. By the looks of it you might need it.."
Crewe tilted his head to the side, "Hazen send us a woman? Knauer tell me this is a joke." He pleaded while gesturing to me.
My temper rose. "I'm a joke according to you? I could whip your ass blindfolded."
A chuckle erupted within the group as Crewe gave me a challenging look. As if to say 'oh really'.
"Get into position, I'll take quarterback." I shoved past to look back expectedly.
The whole game went past in a blur. I slip along the ground and did a few flips from gymnastics to avoid their sloppy tackling, making it to the finishing yard before some of the offence got to their feet. I stood with the ball under my left arm as I felt a shadow overcome my small frame.
I look up only to find the quarterback next to me. He's even more handsome up close... I need to stop thinking like that..
"I think you just bit me out of my position." He stated in a deep voice. "I might have start looking for something else to do.."
You could so do me. I thought freely before mentally face palming while looking at the convict from under my lashes. Meeting his, wide open in shock. Shit. Fuck. Shit.
I said that out loud didn't I...?
"I... Erm... Yeah." I uttered looking at the ground, getting ready to bolt back to Knauer at the side of the field. "... I'm gonna... Go now..." I say awkwardly sneaking one last look at the convict.
His lips turned from open in shock to smirking in triumph, stuck in his own little cockiness. As I turn a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me back, against a hard chest. Thinking of ways to make him left go, as I will not be manhandled. A voice cuts my thought process. Soft whispers laced with lust.
"Oh I would... Ripping those tight clothes off... Whimpering and moaning... Over and over again..." His voice almost moaning as he nibbled on my earlobe. Unwillingly my body leaded against his chest for a few moments before his lips stop the assault. "You can think of that tonight." With those last words he pushed me off himself and towards Knauer.
I awkwardly made my way towards Knauer without a single glance behind me at the quarterback. My arousal making it difficult to keep the breathing normal nod the blush out of my checks. I didn't realise that my eyes were trailed on the ground beneath me until, I looked up to see Knauer smirking, that damn bitch was going to enjoy this to no end.
"Don't you dare." I warn when I see the mischievous glint in his eyes. He automatically raises his hands high in the air, as a sigh of innocence, "Bullshit."
"Okay that's it for today boys! Good job. We meet tomorrow at the same time, you too miss...?" Crewe looks at the unsure, I have yet to introduce myself.
"Roxanne. No miss, just Roxanne or Roxy." I introduce, I hate being called 'miss' it makes me feel like my mother. Which isn't nice.
"Roxy.." Says Crewe almost to himself as if tasting how the name sounds on his lips. "Alright, till tomorrow."
I only nod in return at Crewe, watching the whole team walk off towards at grand looking hall, leaving myself, Knauer and the quarterback, both males still smirking. Chauvinists. As a plan forms in my mind my lips curve at the edges. Walking so close the the quarterback that our faces are inches within each other.
