Chapter 2:
Quintin
This girl staring back at me, she seems so familiar. Have I meet her before? Her striking ginger hair and searching teal eyes remind me of something. The muscles in her arm twitch as she senses the tension between us. This must seem more awkward for her than me. Might as well have a little fun with this one.
"Well, well, well…" I smirk at her, the expression on her face is flawless. "...what kind of loser did the guards round up for this pen?" My mouth quirks up as her face becomes enraged with anger. At first I thought of being an angel that sweeps her off her feet, but this is a more compromising option. I let out laugh that makes her growl, which only seems to make my heart beat faster.
Her wild temper catches me off guard. "Are you kidding me?! I'm getting stuck with an asshat?" I'm sure the shock of her comment is evident in my eyes, as it's now her turn to smirk. A few seconds pass by and I've already gained back my footing. Taunts roll of my tongue . "Oh yea? I'm sure i'm better than you," I retort back to the girl now that's leaning closer to me. The tone in her voice convinces me that she's flirting with me. There's just something special about her. I can feel it; as cheesy as that sounds.
She replies back with "You sure about that, Pretty Boy?" My mind reels, what kind of nickname is that? I do have to admit that i'm leaning in towards this girl, whose name I do not know. We continue with the light-teasing or flirting if you prefer. I wish I could take back my mean comment I said to her, as I think I might have given her a bad impression. Damn, never thought love at first sight was real until now.
There's a pause between our small talk and I take this as an opportunity to ask for her name. "Hey, you never told me your name," my voice is thick as honey when I direct my voice towards her. It's at this point, when I realize I'm glad that the guards have brought this girl into the cell with me. She responds back quickly with," Why should I tell you Pretty Boy?" The ginger-haired girl in front of me continues to call me this nickname. It's not that I mind this nickname, I just never would expect her to adapt this sort of nickname for me.
I lay back on the bed, and she also leans back against the wall; making both of ourselves comfortable. She runs her fingers through her hair and looks around our cell. "How are we going to get out of this place?" I chuckle at her, doesn't she think I would have already thought of ways to escape this place?
"Do you seriously think I haven't tried before? I could tell you a few embarrassing stories about a few times I tried to break out," She giggles and scratches the back of her neck nervously. I sort through all my attempts of breaking out, trying to find the story she'd be interested the most. She then goes to prop herself up on her forearm and cross her legs behind her.
I start off my tale with a cough to clear my throat, " Well, it pretty much began when I tried to take on a few of the guards" I laugh and scratch the back of my neck nervously. She seems attentive to my silly story so I continue. "It was around noon at the cafeteria when I peeped through the little window leading to the back kitchen. I was yelled at by the staff working there but I got a good enough view to see the heavy metal doors that are heavily surrounded with padded locks. The next day, I fused a little bomb. . ." Her brows squish together in a state of confusion, "How did you get enough material to materialize an actual bomb?"
"Well," I pause, " I had a pound of explosives packed into my socks and since I look like i'm 'twelve years-old' according to one of the interrogators, I guess they didn't decide to do a full head-to-toe check on me. They definitely wouldn't make that mistake again. Back to the story, I then decided the next day to somehow sneak into an air vent to pop into the back kitchen. Once I got to the greasepot, I jumped silently on the heels of my sneakers. The work with the bomb must be done quickly and I had estimated it to take about ten minutes, but it turns out it to take an hour with me becoming frustrated with this non working piece of junk." Now I take a couple breaths, as I didn't notice my rush in my telling of my short tale. The girl laying in front of me's eyelashes cast deep shadows onto her cheeks, her nose scrunches up cutely when she finds something interesting to ponder upon about my story, and her she bitten her lips out of habit a couple of times as the minutes tick on.
"So, I finally got the bomb into shape and I begin to set it off you know?" She rolls her eyes, and her crisp ginger locks get stuck in an upward position, but knowing her it would not be best to reach for her as she still is slightly standoffish. "The door belted a squeak as one of the cafeteria staff creaked open the door, so I hid behind one of the large flour bags and prayed that she wouldn't find me. But…" She lets out a laugh 4at how obvious this is.
I return to my previous conversation after cracking her a smile," Anyways, she eventually spotted me when she had to grab some flour. You should've seen her face! She started chasing me around the kitchen, but after chasing me in circles for about a few times, I could tell she wasn't fit whatsoever. The best part was when she decided to start throwing knifes at me in a desperate attempt to stop me from setting of the small bomb. I eventually got to set up the bomb without a knife being plunged into my cheek."
"The lady kept crying for the guards to show up and the bomb started to smoke. Her eyes widened and she yelled at me 'stupid boy!'. She finally realized she wasn't doing anything to just stand there and try to stop me. So, she ran out and it only took a few more minutes for the small explosive to explode. Yes, I got a couple scratches and bruises here and there, but it was totally worth it." I wink at her and she decides to ignore me, but I can still see the pink tones that appear on her cheeks.
"The soot stuck in my hair for a good amount of days from my hastily made explosion. I escaped for a few days on the street, but keeping low was a bit of an issue for me with my striking hair sticking out in the clouds. By the time I was caught, it was about a week or so since I escaped. I would have to say the most embarrassing part was when I was bathing at one of the beach showers that was closed off…" I can't believe i'm telling her something this embarrassing. Yes, I was planning on skipping this part, but the look of excitement on her face makes me want to tell her about every facet of my story to preserve that look of excitement on her expression.
"Being dragged back to where I started naked was very humiliating for me, as lot's of the prison mates that know me where out since there was one of those weird drills occurring. I was told that a family member of criminal stationed in another prison sued the corps for him getting burned to a crisp in a fire where they didn't evacuate his room. So ever since then, they have taken more precautions for fires, earthquakes and everything in that nature." She cocks her head to the side and i'm unsure what's going through that brain of hers.