Sorry if no one liked the last installment.
-D.O.C
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"Oh, man. You wouldn't believe how awful it is, in here."
The connection crackled, and Scott, again, cursed at the prison phone.
A deep voice, on the other end, answered, "Oh, Jund, dude... Why did you even do it? Russ and Red are worried, sick! Yunnie, too!"
"Tell them I'm fine," The man leaned his forehead against the phone's box, careful not to hit a button with his nose, "and, that Minx is an ass."
"She misses you, too. Don't worry. She and Krism were all freaking out when they heard. And, Raven was worried."
A few other voices floated through the receiver, and a muffled, "Put it on speaker," was tossed out.
Soon, Scott was bombarded with questions. He could mainly pick out Red and Russ.
"Guys, I should probably get going. Other people need the phone," He said, peeking over his shoulder at a burly man, who was waiting for his turn.
A chorus of goodbyes sounded, loudly, in his left ear, and he replaced the phone with a click.
"Could you be any more dodge-y?" A voice rasped behind him, as he went to sit on a bench, to wait until they were all called back to their cells.
Scott jumped, whipping around to answer Snake, "What?"
"Why didn't you just tell that guy why you did it, instead of changing the subject?"
Jund's jaw clenched. "Why don't you fuck off? Don't you see me, enough?"
He sat down on the bench, as the other man leaned on the wall, next to him.
"I was going to make a call, but eavesdropping on yours was entertaining."
"A call to who," Scott snapped, mood souring, "the guy you offed? His family, maybe?"
Icy eyes hardened, and Snake started to shake.
'Oh, fuck me...' The lanky man groaned, inwardly.
"I might fucking kill you, in your sleep, tonight."
With the threat in place, the bigger of the two stormed away, scaring a young punk away from a phone.
As Snake picked up the receiver, he took a calming breath, before dialing.
"Hello?"
The prisoner's brow furrowed, "Hm. I was looking for a friend. I think I have the wrong number."
Snake hung up, and re-dialed, checking the number as he did so.
"Um... Hello?" The same deep voice answered, and the man became even more confused.
"Uh, hi. I'm trying to reach a girl- she goes by Yunnie."
"Oh!" the voice nearly oozed conviviality, and he frowned at the open friendliness, "Sorry, friend! I'm a guest of hers, but she's busy, right now."
"Oh." Snake said, uncomfortable. When had the girl gotten a boyfriend?
"Yeah," the man at the end of the line was seemingly unaware of the awkwardness. "So, could I take a message?"
"Well, I'm kind of tight for time." The blue-eyed male glanced at the clock on the high wall, "Is she going to take long?"
"I'm not sur- Wait... Yunnie! Hey! There's a guy who wants to talk to you! Hang on, she's right here, buddy."
"Hello?" The high-pitched voice of his friend was near-soothing to his frayed nerves.
"Hey,"
"Snake! Wow! I hadn't heard from you, in so long! Are you alright?" The concern was all too real, even if she was only a face-less pen pal.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't have anyone else to call." He nearly smiled at her worry.
"Don't you dare apologize! I always have time to talk to you, Snake."
"Thanks. It's been a rough week."
"How so?"
"Well, I got a cellmate. He's a little shit. Then, I try and call my only contact, and her boyfriend picks up, instead."
Yunnie laughed, "Oh, you mean Cry? No, he's just a friend. We all got together, and you're crashing the party."
Snake smirked, nearly laughing along with her, "Sorry, about that."
"We were actually together because of our friend, who got sent to the same prison, as you." She explained, "Now, I have two pen pals from there."
He sobered, "I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know we got a new kid."
"Yeah, but he'll be back in a bit. Nothing serious." He could hear the lie, and the insecurity, but he didn't point it out.
"I'm sure he'll be home, soon. Don't worry about him."
"Yeah,"
Snake wrapped up his call, mood significantly brighter than before he had contacted the girl.
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Scott whimpered, backing away.
"Listen, dude. I didn't mean it." 'You're pathetic, Jund.'
Snake growled, stomping toward the smaller man, a thick air of anger around him.
"You didn't mean it? Oh, really?"
"Yeah!" Scott's eyes scrunched shut, and he flattened himself further along the wall.
"You know what?" Snake suddenly stopped, and he retreated back to his bunk, "You're not even worth it."
"Not worth it?" Jund's eyes opened.
"You're not worth the air you breath."
"Ouch, that one stung."
"Good."
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Third chapter done. Cool. Yeah.
-D.O.C