Danielle POV:
"Ughh" I groan, storming away from the frustrating clown and my so called friend. That traitor better sleep with one eye open because I'm coming after him.
I continue my petulant stomping all the way to the other side of the yard before groaning, I forgot my damn shoes with Mr traitor and Mr crazy deluxe version. I turn around and flail my arms in the air before stomping in the other direction. All the other inmates look at me as if I'm crazy, I can only assume how stupid I must look. Storming off from someone and then storming right back. I flip a brown-haired man off with a dark glare when he point one of his chubby fingers at me.
Coming to a stop in front of the two males, I cross my arms and stare down unimpressed at them with one foot tapping the floor. "Where is my shoes?"
"I don't know kitten, why aren't you wearing them?" Joker wonder with dazed eyes and a thoughtful grin on his face. "Is it an excuse to see lil ol' me?"
I frown at him and bend over, grabbing my shoes from underneath the bench and straighten up. I dangle the shoes in front of them. "Absolutely not, I took them off because I got hot. Not that I need to explain myself to you!" I sputter defensively at the end and I can see Carl barely holding it together. I give him a warning look and form a fist with one of my hands. "You better shut up or your face will have a speed date with my fist"
Crazed laughter hit my ears and I can't stop the slight tingle in my body when I hear it. "I'm not kidding" I tell the pair seriously and that cracks up Carl as well as Joker who was already laughing. I take a threateningly step forward and Carl make a mock scared face and I can feel the rage bubbling inside of me. I pull my fist back and clock him right in the face, he fall down from the bench with a pained whimper. I thought that would make Joker stop laughing but it only served to make him laugh louder, he was holding his stomach at this point.
The underlying rage was still bubbling inside of me so I swung my fist right into his laughing face and then I turn and walk away, ignoring the odd, impressed looks the other inmates were throwing me. I scoff in the direction of the males whose faces met my fist and continue walking. They deserved it, laughing at me like they did. It's time I showed them who the boss is, I don't care if it's gonna land me another week in isolation, it was totally worth it.
When I walk by a thick herd of guards standing around the gym area I almost expect them to grab me and throw me in my cell but instead they give me, they give me nods of thanks. Oh no, now everyone is gonna think I'm doing this to get favours from the guards. I groan audibly and hurry past them, not wanting to be seen within their vicinity.
Looking for any new spots to sit down on I can only find one, a bench occupied by a redheaded woman, she must be dangerous if no one's sat down with her yet because she was beautiful. Like next level beautiful. I decide that that is going to be my next stop, I needed to get some friends anyways and what better way than to force your way in.
I stop in front of her and put a hand on my hip, out of habit of course. "Can I sit here?" I ask her.
"No" She growl out and dismiss me with a wave of her hand.
"Too bad" I snort, already sitting down beside her and she throw a glare at me.
"I said no, are you deaf or something?" She spit out, trying to get me to leave.
I shrug slightly. "Not that I know, the doctors says I'm not but crazy over there could have ruined my hearing with all that laughing"
She give me an impressed look. "Wait, you are the one who punched him?"
"Um, yeah" I deadpan. "Like five minutes ago" News travelled fast in this place.
She turn her body to face me and give me a smile. "I changed my mind, let's be friends" She stick her hand out. "I'm Pamela"
I shake her hand and flash her a small smile. "Hi Pamela, I'm Danielle"