Well, this is the last chapter of the prequel to The Blue-Eyed Jail Punk. It's been fun writing this and I'll be focusing on writing on other fanfictions –after doing my finals of course.
So I hope you guys enjoy this as I get ready to take the finals. But hey, I get a break after it.
Well, here it is!
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"Strider, English, time to get up."
Dirk sits up, stretches a bit, and yawns. He blinks a few times and waits for Jake to get out of his bunk bed and hop onto the floor. It's an ironic southern gentleman thing for Dirk to do –and also have a chance to take a good glance at Jake's ass. Dirk may not be crushing on Jake but Dirk can't deny that Jake has a great plush rump ass.
Dirk then gets out of his bunk bed and follows Jake so both can get some shitty breakfast.
Dirk refrains from smirking as he can see both the guards, Connor and Maddox, trying not to eye-fuck each other too much. Dirk can easily tell that the two were dating. Actually, he knew ever since he first saw the two together. And from what Captor told him, Maddox got here and confessed his love for Connor when he transferred here.
It turns out that the two were friends till police academy and lovers since they got into this shitty prison.
Dirk can easily use that knowledge for an advantage for his, Dave's, and Jake's escape.
"Come now Dirk, breakfast is being served."
Dirk nods and walks faster.
"S-Strider, you'll be meeting your girlfriend before lunch." Maddox informs. "A-And English…"
"English will get another therapist. Try not to kill her."
English giggles. "Of course I wouldn't hurt a lady. But you forgot… therapists are only males…"
Connor groans and rolls his eyes. "Fine…"
Dirk follows Jake to the line. Jake gets a clean tray and gives it to Dirk. Dirk says his thanks and takes it. He sees a decent-looking pizza slice and some jackass takes it. Jackass…
Dirk looks out to the tables. He sees Dave with an annoying guard standing too near him. Dirk can also see Ampora sitting and talking with most of his goons. And Captor is guarding one of the exits…
Huh, Makara still has a guard near him…
"Dirk… Do you want this pizza slice?"
Oh, Jake got a slice of pizza and gives a quick and little smile. In a way, it's endearing for Jake to do that.
Dirk now guides Jake to where Dave is after they got what each want for breakfast. Even with this annoying guard, Dirk can still sit with Dave and talk to him. And all Dave and Dirk can simply do is do small talk and "small talk" while the guard is obviously listening.
Dirk casually sits across Dave and gives off an ironic "casual" smile. He gives off an amused chuckle at the sight of Dave's black eye.
"So," Dirk begins with an amused tone. "Finally getting a new cellmate?"
Dave scoffs, crosses his arms, and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, fucking finally. It turns out all you need to do is hit a guard when fighting with your now asshole, annoying as fuck ex-cellmate."
"Is that why you got that?"
Dave instead smirks and chuckles. "Nah, the guard Connor gave this to me. Turns out I hit his Freund."
Dirk puts his face in neutral. He didn't see any visible wounds on Maddox but it does answer the more obvious glancing and staring between the two…
"So, when's the new cellmate coming?"
Dave shrugs his shoulders. "Weiß nicht, about a week or something. Whatever, at least I won't have this," Dave points at his black eye. "When I introduce him my Gutes Aussehen."
Dirk snorts. "You're going to introduce and Verführen your cellmate?"
Dave's smirk grows bigger. "If he looks Süß."
"And if he's not?"
Dave just shrugs his shoulders again. Of course…
"–Tho that'th all I know about the thythtem. I'll try to get more but I need to be undercover and not look thuthpithiouth."
Dirk hums and nods. But he keeps on his intimidating tone. "I would like to thank you for your help but… Why are you here?"
Captor tenses and he should. Hackers don't easily go to jail. Or become a prison guard…
Dirk keeps his face in the intimidating neutral look as Captor crosses his arms and glares at Dirk.
"Look, Thtrider, I never want to be here. I tried to thell thome drugth and get thome cath in the "name of the government." I got lucky and thit and got thith thitty job."
…That actually makes some sense.
"Is there any way you can get me more visits –ones without glass of course."
"Yeah, I can eathily put that advantage for you. You've been behaving like thome bitch to them."
Dirk frowns at Captor. He can't exactly deny that he's behaving like a cliché ironic teacher's pet but he doesn't like being insulted. But then again, Captor isn't exactly a pleasant guy, especially with his bipolar disorder. So Dirk will simply insult him.
"Better than acting like some bipolar asshole."
Immediately, Captor flips him off. But hey, Dirk gets back at him. Dirk takes a glance at a clock and hums.
"Okay, you can go now. I got a meeting with another asshole."
Captor puts down the finger and frowns. He doesn't say a word and leaves. Huh, that was easy…
"Strider, there's no English around here, right?" Of course, Dirk has to talk to Ampora. At least Ampora is trusted enough that he wouldn't bring any goons with him…
"Ampora, you have the things that I want?"
Ampora makes a sour face. But he gets something out from one of his pockets and tosses Dirk a box of cigarettes. It's even the good kind. Ampora is definitely not screwing around. But Dirk has to act like a dick to show dominance and who's in control. He gets one of the cigarettes out, puts it in his mouth, and stars at Ampora, waiting.
Of course, Ampora is pissed. He's full-on glaring at Dirk as he gets out a silver lighter and lights Dirk's cigarette. Of course, Ampora holds his tongue. Dirk takes a puff and feels the addicting relief of the smoke.
"You know-w Strider, I w-wasn't fuckin' w-with you of w-what I said." Ampora speaks after putting back his lighter in his pocket. "I believve you're not fully… satisfied w-with w-what's goin' on in your life."
Dirk blows out the smoke and then takes another. He then blows out up in the air.
"…I'm pissed about what happened to Onkel." Dirk says as he slowly fiddles around his lit cigarette. "And I'm also pissed that I'm in a shithole and not out there killing shitty people. So yeah, I'm non-ironically pissed."
Ampora frowns deeper. "I may be an asshole but… I may get w-what you're feelin'. Losin' people that you're… acquainted to can fuck anyone up. And… I w-won't take advvantage of that –got it?"
Dirk doesn't say anything. He can't trust Ampora that much. But it does make sense in a way…
Dirk takes a puff of his cigarette and wistfully blows it out. "Just give me the information before I get English."
Ampora scoffs and crosses his arms.
"Fine," He grumbles. "The tw-wo guards, Maddox and Connor, are in a relationship and there are chances w-where the areas w-when Connor is supposed to stay guard, he w-won't be there. The break room's televvision has a few-w w-wires that belong to the system and to one of the cells. And there's rumors that your brother is gettin' a new-w cellmate."
Dirk raises an eyebrow. "A new cellmate? Really? I already know that. What about him?"
Ampora scoffs, rolls his eyes, and shrugs his shoulders. "Don't know-w. But I'll be takin' him as one of my goons if your brother doesn't w-want him."
Dirk takes a puff and hums. If Dave doesn't like his cellmate, that's good but Jake might not like it. And really, Ampora can distract the mystery cellmate from their plans. But Ampora will get another goon…
Well, it depends on whether Dave likes his new mystery cellmate or not.
"You got a lighter to spare, Ampora?"
Ampora scoffs. "Really? A lighter?"
Dirk shrugs his shoulders. "I like smoking. And I like to ironically massacre my lungs."
Ampora then sighs. "Fine, you'll see one under your pillow-w after lunch. I got business w-with some of my… customers…"
Dirk blows out his smoke and nods, humming in understanding.
He needs to talk to Roxy about many things…
"Dirk… What do you got there…?"
Dirk doesn't respond at first as he looks at the shitty-looking lighter. It's half rusty, smells like damp weed, and this is definitely the worst lighter that Dirk has ever seen.
But it works…
"It's a lighter, Jake." Dirk finally answers. "I like smoking. I got some cigarettes and all I need is a lighter."
Jake looks awed. And then he looks curious as he gets down from his bunk.
"Smoking…? Is it really that… great?"
Dirk blinks and looks at Jake. He takes the unlit cigarette out of his mouth and tilts his head. He then turns his head to look down at his cigarette. He twirls it around. He can't say at all that it's a healthy habit or coping mechanism but… Dirk can say it does feel a great relief for him…
"Would you like one, Jake?" Dirk offers.
Jake blinks and points at a clean finger at himself. "Really…?"
Dirk smiles and nods. "Yeah, you can."
Dirk walks up to Jake who's staring at him wide-eyed and even excited –it's like Jake is ironically a bushy-talked, innocent, curious little kid that wants to try something.
"Here, I'll give you this one." Dirk says as he holds out the cigarette that he put his mouth to. "Just put it a little in your mouth…"
"Like this?" Jake murmurs out as he puts on the wrong side of the cigarette. He immediately makes a bitter face of disgust. He tasted the tobacco end, that's for sure.
Dirk tries not to chuckle as Jake spits it out to the floor.
Dirk picks it up with a small smirk on his face. Jake is trying to spit out the very strong taste.
"Wrong side, Jake." Dirk says, smirking and trying not to chuckle. "Here, I'll put it in for you."
Of course, Dirk lets out an ironic snort of amusement as Jake opens his mouth fully wide with his tongue out. It's like Jake is actually this ironic little kid. Like he's doing an ironic check-up with a doctor than learning how to smoke a cigarette…
Dirk puts the cigarette –on the correct side, of course –into Jake's mouth. He doesn't really flinch as Jake clamps his mouth around the cigarette. Luckily it doesn't look like Jake had bit into it.
Dirk has the lighter out and with a good fire. Dirk tries not to snort again as Jake's eyes are crossed, staring at the tiny fire that the lighter is making. Jake keeps staring at the light as Dirk lights the cigarette.
Dirk closes the lighter and lets Jake stare at the burning end with narrowed eyes. The cigarette is burning a bit too much as it lets out a little cloud of smoke. But Dirk feels… satisfied for sharing a cigarette with Jake.
Dirk stares a bit at the cigarette and Jake's lips. Somehow, Jake's lips looks soft and not at all chapped compared to the other prisoners. They are no way like a woman's but something about Jake's lips is… unique to Dirk.
Dirk blinks and looks a little up to see that Jake is staring at him.
Dirk only blinks once and takes a step back. He doesn't do an ironic cough or say anything. He doesn't feel flustered nor embarrassed. He shouldn't and doesn't need to.
Dirk just gets a cigarette out and into his mouth. He quickly lights his up and puts the lighter away. And finally, he takes a puff and blows out a cloud.
But what Dirk didn't expect was a cacophony.
Specifically, from Jake.
Dirk stars at Jake with widened eyes as Jake doesn't have the cigarette in his mouth and is… coughing…
Cough! Cough! Hack! Cough! Cough! Cough!
Heilige Scheiße, Jake is no way a smoker. Dirk can see the disregarded cigarette, still burning and most likely not going to be used…
Dirk couldn't help but cross his arms and looks away. He takes a quick puff in and out.
Of course, Jake isn't going to enjoy the unhealthy habit that Dirk has. What the hell was Dirk thinking? That the both of them will have ironic relaxation with ironic cancer sticks?
It was a nice thought. It was a nice ironic thought but reality doesn't agree with Dirk…
"Dirk…"
Dirk blinks a few times and takes a little puff. Jake's eyes are watery, watery snot is coming out of his nose, and… and…
Dirk sighs out a cloud of smoke, takes out his cigarette, and then puts his other hand on Jake's shoulder.
"It's alright, Jake…" Dirk says. "I forgive you…"
And Dirk means it.
Thank god, Jake is cute…
Cute, in a weird kind of way of course…
Well, this is the end.
This has been exactly two months that I began this fanfiction and I'm glad that I get to write and finish this. The title was from the first chapter of the comic in convictstuck . tumblr . There are 10 pages, making this fanfiction have 10 chapters. Really, this fanfiction is motivated and slightly based on chapter one of the comic.
Thank you guys for reading this. And I hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy your holidays!