Blow This Joint
"Get back in the cell, jackass." The guard shoved me in, and I stumbled before he could use the key to unlock my cuff's. Once they were off, I pushed him purposely, which made him call, "Back-up!" Down the long hallway. What a pussy.
I let him go, and he tried to slam the cell door but that was impossible, considering weighty metal bars. He scowled at me and walked away.
Now that my old cell mate was on parole, I was alone in the cell. Thank god, I thought. No more keeping one eye open. The first day I had got here, one of my cellmates said I was 'quite a piece'. Nu-uh. No way was I was being some bodies girlfriend.
Girlfriend. My heart sank as I thought of mine back home, who had been calling her lawyers non-stop to get me out. I clutched my chest, sighing to myself. What I wouldn't give to see her again.
I decided it was best to get some sleep. The guards had been talking about how I was going to have two hours of more community service due to not cooperating with them. I rubbed my head, feeling more confused than ever.
That's when I heard it.
"Duncan." I heard someone say in a hushed whisper.
I looked around. None of these guys in here knew my name, at least none of them I knew.
"Duncan." They hissed yet again, sounding very familiar…
"Courtney?" I said, walking up to the cell window. I didn't see anything- but then I heard a few grunts, and saw the freckled face that I had longed to see for months now. Dressed in all black, with a rope attached to her hip, my girl was scaling the wall of a series of jail cells. "You look hot."
She looked at me, her cheeks pink. "In case you didn't remember, I prefer the name princess." She blew some of the hair out of her eyes. "Come on, babe." Courtney mocked a man's voice, winking at me. "Let's blow this joint."
A/N: Ha-ha, this would never happen, but you gotta dream, right?
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