This is the start of the season 2 saga. I know of my reviewers said they were only half way through season 2, but I will try not to give any spoilers.

Part Twelve: Getting More Time

I have been in this shithole for almost two months. Winter is over and summer is here. We're able to go outside more. I had been given an extra month in this piece of shit place for stabbing Travon again. The first time I stabbed him he got in trouble because Cindy saw him force himself on me the night before. He'll be in this fucking place until he's eighteen.

I haven't seen Gallagher since that day he passed out. He hasn't come back. That's my fucking fault. I told him not to. Mandy sends me girl on girl porn occasionally. I asked for it. I can't even get off to it, but if I asked for what I really wanted then she would know.

I just wanted something to take my mind off Gallagher, anything that would get his freckles and red hair off my mind. I figured a dirty magazine with nothing but chicks would do that, but fuck if that doesn't bring him back into my mind.

The book is lying open on a page with a woman with red hair and huge boobs. I can't stop looking at her hair. The blazing red hair makes me think of Gallagher. Her green eyes make me think of Gallagher. Every fucking thing makes me think of Gallagher.

So I keep the book. I stash it under my pillow. Working out is about the only thing I can do that takes him off my mind for longer than a few seconds. My cell mate is a fat tub of fucking lard that is in for setting his own fucking house on fire because his step dad burned up all his comic books.

"There's a new boy," says the fat fucker.

I end my sit ups and stare at him with my hands wrapped around my knees.

"What?"

"He has red hair."

My heart skips a beat. Don't fucking tell me Gallagher got into trouble and landed in here, it was probably Lip's fault? My heart inflates at the thought that he might be in here. This isn't a good place for him. If he is here, then I know I have to keep him away from Travon.

"How the fuck do you know that?"

"He's right there," Fatty points out.

I stand up, my legs are wobbly. I walk to the bars and look out. The boy definitely has red hair, but he's not Gallagher. I sit back down, no longer interested.

"It's not him," I whisper.

"Who? Oh, your red head? You thought it was Gallagher."

"How the fuck do you know about that?"

"You talk in your sleep and he's the boy who passed out here."

"Does everyone know about that?"

"Oh yeah, he's famous."

"What the fuck are people saying about him?"

"Well, they're saying that he's your bitch and there is a rumor that Gallagher told MiKranz he's your boyfriend. So there is a split. Half the guys think Gallagher was nothing more than a fuck to you and the other half thinks he's actually your boyfriend."

Fuck.

"What side are you on?"

"You tell me," says Fatty.

"I don't fucking know."

"That's what I thought."

The new red head walks by and my heart deflates. He looks nothing like Gallagher. He's got a long, pointed face, gray eyes, and long red hair like fire down to his shoulders and he's too lanky to be Gallagher.

I sit back and stare at the red haired woman in the magazine. I glance up to see Fatty watching me. I rip the woman out of the magazine and throw it him. He would probably get more use out of it than I will.

"Milkovich, you have a visitor," says a guard opening the cell. My heart swells up and I suddenly feel light. He escorts me down to the visitor room. It's not Gallagher, its Mandy. She smiles at me. My heart deflates and I release the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

I sit down across from my sister. She picks up the phone and I grab the other line.

"You get out of here soon," she says, "Cindy or whatever the fuck her name is told me. Also, some guards were talking about Ian. They said he passed out. When was Ian here?"

"A couple months ago," I say.

"Why didn't he tell me? That's weird. I never knew you were friends."

That's not exactly how I would put it.

"He was checking to see if I would press charges against Kash."

"That makes much more sense," says Mandy, "So how are you? Are you someone's bitch yet?"

"Fuck off. Someone tried. He got a fucking fork in his throat."

"That's the guy you stabbed. Ian thought it was about Jell-O."

"It bought me more time stabbing that fucker."

"At least, you know, you weren't fucked up the ass," Mandy says.

"What's new with you?"

"Nothing really, I mostly just hang out with Ian."

I want to ask her how he is. I can't. I grip the phone tighter. I need to know how he is. It's a fucking need.

"How is Gallagher?"

"He's doing okay."

Okay. I ask how's he's doing and she gives me 'okay'. Fuck.

The buzzer sounds off and Mandy is made to leave. I go back to my cell where Fatty is jerking it to the girl on girl porn. I roll my eyes and sit down on my bed. My time in here is almost served. I'll get to see him soon.

I close my eyes and picture Gallagher in my mind. I let my hands wander as his face fills me up like a balloon. I slide my right hand into my pants. Gallagher. I'm getting out of here soon. I throw my head back and bite down on my left knuckle to keep from crying out his name. I learned my lesson the first time.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! I LOVE YOU ALL!