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We didn't, to be honest, hear much of what was going on that day. But trust me, we didn't need to hear what we did to know that things were going downhill for Roxanne. I couldn't help feeling a little bit of schadenfraude, to be honest. I wouldn't have wished Mal on anyone, but at least he wasn't constantly on my case.

Things probably weren't going too well for Mal, either. I tried to keep out of his way, but he wasn't in the best of moods. This visit to juvie was definitely an eye-opener – I'd thought I knew Mal about as well as I ever was going to after six months of abuse and a season of reality TV, but the demonic monster had way more extreme extremes than I'd thought, both positive and negative.

Luckily, I was too preoccupied to think too much about that. I had to put all my energy into staying away from the guys on the third floor when I could. It was a good thing my crime meant I wasn't doing time up there. Problem was, we all got mixed together for classes, and in the cafeteria, so it was rare I could walk five paces without someone staring at me. Seriously, I even took precautions like showering in a bikini. I still tried not to shower when any of the guys were around, but if any did come in (and a few did), at least I would get some warning if I dropped the soap (yes, I know we already heard that joke, grow up).

At least, most of the close calls happened when I happened to be alone. I tried to stick with Duncan most of the time, but we couldn't stick together 24-7. Besides, we both knew that showing affection for anyone was a weakness in juvie, so we had to keep apart some of the time, or we'd both be targets for every sicko who figured out we were dating (only Duncan's friends and the select few others knew we were sharing a cell.)

And...well, it was only the day after that first time I met Dave that Chef pulled me out of class. Well, him speaking over the intercom. "Bailey Young, report to the front immediately! And no one else move!"

So I shrugged, left class, and went to the front. Chef met me with a grim face. "Look, it's not like I care who your friends are," he said, "But I don't remember admitting a third girl to this place!"

"Excuse me, but I am a free woman at the moment, Chef. I am merely here to visit an ex-cellmate."

The girl standing a few steps behind Chef didn't look any different to how she had the last time I'd seen her, apart from the lack of handcuffs.

I smiled at her, then explained to Chef "Scarlett and I met a few years ago. She found out I was here and decided to visit. She's not here to cause any trouble – we're just going to talk."

Scarlett nodded, her face serious. "That's right. I suppose Chris hasn't banned me from speaking to a friend?"

Chef scowled and muttered something about doubling his paycheck, then said "Fine, you two can talk. But in the mess hall, right now. And I'm going to have to supervise."

I laughed at him. "Look, you guys have a psychopath – forget that, several psychopaths – incarcerated in here and you're scared of this one?" I gestured to Scarlett.

Scarlett shrugged. "I suppose I can't blame anyone for remembering my actions on international reality television. But I've worked through my issues, Chef. I'm honestly not planning to hurt anyone here."

Not that Chef left us alone for a while, although he did eventually slink out of the room, but we ignored his presence and just talked like normal.

"So, I see you gave up your disguise." Scarlett said casually.

I gave a sigh. "No point. Thanks to Mal. He knew who I was instantly, and kept it a secret for just a short while. Then he obviously felt like causing trouble, so he sent a bunch of his guys into the showers just after I got out, so I couldn't change in front of them. Then my towel slipped and that was it. Word travels fast around here. Now I can't even walk down a hall without someone trying to strip me with their eyes."

Scarlett raised her eyebrows. "You didn't mention he was here before. So I take it from that exposure that he's not interested in keeping you to himself any more?"

I sighed again. "He's still teased me about our past millions of times. And he won't stop calling me 'doll face', but it's true. I told you about Roxanne, the other girl in here. He's owned by this man now, who happens to be Roxanne's grandfather. Mal has to get married to inherit everything he owns, but what he didn't know for awhile was that it had to go to a direct family member. So he virtually has to get married to Roxanne to get the money. Otherwise, he probably would've gone after me." I shivered involuntarily. "Can we talk about something else? Like how many other Total Drama contestants are in here?"

Scarlett's eyes lit up in interest. "That's strange. I don't recall anyone else in any of the generations being particularly homicidal."

I shrugged. "Did you miss seeing the finale of your season? Dave won't tell me why he's here, but I'm betting he's here for trying to kill Sky. You didn't pick up on his problems during the season?"

"We weren't on the same team." Scarlett pointed out. "I did notice some tension between them, but I expected Dave's reaction to be more crushed than have the determination to end her. I did see Sky rejecting him during the food poisoning challenge, although it was difficult for me to focus at the time. So he's here?"

At this point, the mess hall doors opened. It was lunchtime, and both staff and inmates were streaming in.

I nodded. "And like I told you, I pretended to be male to get into this one so if I had to be incarcerated, I'd be in here with Duncan. I mean, it was either juvie, or no home at all, and I'd rather be here than on the streets."

At that very moment, most of the students my age hadn't arrived, but the slightly younger ones, (yes, Pahkitew Island age) had. And for some reason, Dave decided to come over and join me.

"Hi, Bailey." he said with a smile. Then he noticed the person I was talking to. "Oh! Scarlett."

"Don't worry, I'm just visiting." Scarlett told him. "Bailey and I met a few years ago, and I decided to visit her."

I looked over at Dave, who looked surprised, but not afraid. "I'm guessing you didn't see the episode of Pahkitew Island after you left?" I said with a smirk.

"How did you know?" Dave asked.

"She's wondering why you're not afraid of me." Scarlett smirked, just as Chris put in an appearance. He clocked Scarlett straight off, then left. Seconds later, his voice rang out via intercom.

"Lockdown! All inmates proceed to the mess hall. All visitors, please leave immediately." I detected a tremble in his voice.

"Wow, he really is terrified of you now." I chuckled.

Scarlett laughed with me. "I suppose that's my cue to leave. I'll keep visiting, though. Next month. Take care."

As she left, I turned to Dave. "So what you're saying is that you didn't see Scarlett locking herself in the control room and threatening to let the island explode if Chris didn't give her the million dollars, oh, and did I forget to mention trying to make all the promobots destroy the other contestants? Luckily, Shawn destroyed the promobots – I think it might've been something to do with Jasmine likening them to zombies – and Sky used part of one of them to trick Scarlett into opening the door."

Dave blinked. "Scarlett tried to kill everyone after I left?" he said in confusion. "Are you sure you don't have her mixed up with someone else?"

I shook my head at him. "I guess it doesn't get real unless you see it for yourself. But I'm not going to put you through that."

I waited for Dave to reply, but he didn't. He just sat there, still watching me.

I gave a sigh. "Do you need something?"

The guy just shrugged.

"Well, stop staring at me then." I said bluntly. "What do you want, permission to leave?"

Dave shrugged again, but then he said "Kind of. Chris put lockdown on the place, remember?"

I scanned the hall again, trying to see how many people were there. "Somehow, I don't think everyone is here, and I'm betting the ones that aren't won't be on their way. Besides, I think he only did that to kick Scarlett out of the building."

But the guy just wouldn't leave. He just stayed there for the whole time I was there. I mean, at least he stopped staring at me, but I still couldn't figure out why he was trying to stick to me.

She'll find out. I swear, I will explain it all later. Please review!