When I walked out of the bathroom there was a long line of angry impatient men. They cursed at me and threw things at me as I left. I only shrugged it off. Not bothering to apologize, as Locus had said. You either walk on others, or get walked on.

I make my way to the cafeteria. Standing in line to get as tray. It was Taco Tuesday. The lunch lady slaps a hand full of pretzels on my tray. Along with two tacos.

I nod my thanks and move down the line. Grabbing a dish of rice, and refried beans before scanning the room for my Three friends.

I spot Locus and Felix sitting at a table and move to sit with them.

As I take my seat They cast me glances. "Hey Vanta." Felix waves. I smile to him, picking up a taco and preparing to take a bite, when suddenly its whisked out of my hands.

"Hey!" I growl. Locus doesn't react. Simply taking a bite out of my taco. And chewing lazily.

"Give it back!" I move to snatch it back but he only moves his hand higher, just out of my reach.

I pout and grab my spork, flinging it at him and clambering up to try and steal it back. But he simply places a hand on my chest to hold me at bay.

"You're the one who asked me to teach you. So." He retains eye contact with me while moving he taco to his mouth. Taking another bite.

I frown and grab at it. Not in time before he opens his mouth wider and crams the remainder of it in.

"Uh?!" I let out defeatedly. Flopping back onto the bench. Felix chuckles. Locus merely gives me a disappointed look as he stands. Swallowing he says, "Unfortunate. You should seek to work out more. With your small size, anyone can take advantage of you if you don't compensate."

Before walking away. I glance back at my tray disdainfully. Only One taco remaining.

"Yikes. Tough luck there buddy." Felix SATs shaking his head. "Here, I know what will cheer you up." I quirk an eyebrow. "What?" I ask cautiously.

"Open your mouth and shut your eyes." I narrow my eyed at him. "Why?" He groans. "Just fucking do it."

I pause a moment longer. But decide, I don't really have much to lose. I comply, hesitantly shutting my eyes, and feeling very self conscious, I open my mouth. Tongue lightly extended.

A moment later something is placed in my mouth. "There. Now chew."

I comply. Salt and sweetness taking over my senses. I clasp my hands over my mouth."Mmm!Holy shit!" He chuckles, taking a pretzel from my tray, and dipping it in a small plastic bag filled with brown.

"Is that nutella?!" I ask. He shushes me. "Damn boy. Quiet. And yes. I've got a jar of it hidden in the cell. I might share with you of you do me a solid." I quirk an eyebrow.

Nutella isn't one of the items you can purchase at the prison shop. So it must be contraband. He places his hand on the table. Sliding it over in front of me. I could just see that something was in it.

"Take these. To that Blue gang leader. Church. Say you're there for Felix's order. And I'll share with you." I move my hand to clasp over his larger one. As he drops whatever he was holding onto my grasp.

I pull my hand back down to my lap, and glance at it. I see five cigarettes.

Eyes wide I shut my hand and look up at Felix. "Dude! I could get in trouble for having these?!" I hiss. He rolls his eyes. "What are they gonna do? Throw you in prison." Before standing with a wink.

He walks away leaving me alone with my food. I go to grab my last taco, when I see that it's gone. "The fuck. HEY?!"

I walk slowly through B block. Looking for any sign of the Blue gang. I see the dumb one. Caboose, I think his name was. "Hey. Caboose." He turns to look at me. " . god! Hi FRIEND!" I wince at his loud screech and jerk backwards as he goes to hug me. "Woah woah now. None of that. Please. I Just want to Talk to Church."

He pauses. "Oh! I know Church! He's my best FRIEND." I nod, struggling to keep patient with him. "That's great Caboose! Can you take me too him?!" He nods like an over excited child. "Uh huh!" Grabbing my wrist and dragging me through the cells.

I struggle to keep up, as the firm, stoney grip on my wrist relentlessly pulls me. We finally stop in front of a cell with blue blankets draped across the bunks. Hmm. That's kinda clever. Keep privacy that way.

We pause hearing shouting.

"NO! WE ARE NOT GOING TO SURRENDER!"

"YOU HAVE TOO! WE HAVE YOUR FRIEND CABOOSE HELD HOSTAGE. SURRENDER OR HE DIES."

"Um, Caboose is right here." I speak. Interrupting the argument. Everyone turns to look at us. I spot the Grif Guy, and some other dude with a maroon bandana tied around his wrist. I also took note that half his face was metal. And he appeared to have more running down his chest. His right arm was missing. But it looked as though, it had a metal piece that hooked onto it. I wince at the sight of him.

He then screams. "AH! THEY HAVE REINFORCEMENTS! RUN FOR IT GRIFF!".

They're both then screaming and running out of the cell. Well, The metal guy, ran. Griff kinda jogged lazily.

"What the fuck just happened?" I ask. I recognize Church and Tucker sitting in the bunks. And some other guy in green who didn't really speak.

"Oh. That was just the Red gang. They're a bunch of idiots." Church groans.

Tucker crosses his arms looking at me. His shirt was off, revealing his long dark skinned torso with bulgeing muscles. With some almost glowing teal tattoos circling him. I had a hard time not staring at the delicious lookin man.

"So what are you here for?" He asks. I shrug."Um, Felix's order?"

Church pauses. "You're Friends with Felix?" I nod. "Damn. He doesn't usually make friends. Let alone trust anyone to get his order. Where's the payment?"

He holds his hand out. I dig my hand into my jumpsuit pocket and grab the cigs. "Here" I drop them into his hand. He counts over them and hands me one back. "His order only costs four. Take the extra."

I grab it,"Are you sure?" He gives me a look. "Yes I'm sure. Tucker! Get Felix's shit!"

I pocket the cigarette to give back to Felix and wait patiently as Tucker fumbles through some stuff under his pillow. Handing Church a magazine. Church takes it, hands it to me. I glance down at the cover and immediately. My eyes are met with a naked woman sucking a dick.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaim. Turning my head away. They give me weird looks. "You shy or something?" Church asks. I shake my head. "Uh, no no. I just, it took me by surprise."

He gives me a look, I hear Tucker chortle and say something about in the closet. I remember what Locus said about Standing up and I frown. "I'm not GAY! YOU KNOW WHAT!" I grab the magazine and rub the front of it all over my face. "So not gay! Look at me! Wooo boobies!" I jerk it away and stare angrily.

Church looks amused and Tucker slightly concerned.

"Is that all? Just a porn mag?" I growl impatiently. Church chuckles. "Man sorry. guess we hit a nerve. Yeah just one more thing." He turns around to his dresser and turns back with a small piece if candy. "A jolly rancher?" I ask. He smirks. "Oh the innocence on you. Yes a jolly rancher."

He hands it to me. I pocket it as well. Confused by what he meant.

"Thanks." I mutter. He shrugs. "Don't mention it. Seriously. Don't. We buy from the reds, and they don't want us reselling." I make a face. "Do you know where the reds get it from?" Tucker narrows his eyes standing up. "No. And if we did. Why would you want to know?"

He moves towards me suspiciously. I rack my brain for an excuse. "I'm uh, thinking about going into business." Tuckers blue eyes soften. "Oh. Well in that case. Best of luck to you." I nod. "Thanks.

"Here, I'd recommend, for the magazine, you tuck it like this." He's suddenly moving to grab the mag, he lifts the belly of my shirt, and tugs the waist line of my pants. Tucking the magazine in and pulling the shirt over it. I freeze, holding my breath as the shirtless man does so.

"Thanks." I mumble awkwardly stepping back. He looks on confused. "No problem."

I then quickly bid them goodbye and walk out. Felix's load in hand. Er, in pants.

When I Walk in I immediately stop by Felix's bunk. Taking out the Mag and sticking it under his mattress. I do, allow myself a quick peek inside. But this one was aimed towards men. So none of the images were especially appealing to me. I also take the jolly rancher and set it on his pillow before moving to my bed.

I remember the thing The blues had done, where they rigged their extra blankets up like curtains around their bunks.

That could work to give me some privacy.

I grab my extra blanket an tie it to the wall at the head of my bed. There was a clock there with metal grating around it that worked well. The. I took the other edge and moved to the bed post that went from the floor, to Sharkfaces Bunk, to mine, to the ceiling. Satisfied I was just turning to get out of the bunk when my foot catches in the blanket.

I let out a startled noise as I fall. Expecting to hit the floor in an instant. I'm pleasantly surprised when someones arms catch me. I glance up to see Washington looking shocked that I had fallen into his arms.

"Oh, uh." He begins. Suddenly the blanket falls as well. Draping over the two of our heads. "Eee! Sorry Wash." I apologize. He chuckles, ducking his head as he struggles to get out of the blanket while holding me still.

We both only succeed in crashing our heads together. "[Ow Sorry!]" We apologize in sink.

I glance up at him only to find his face inches from mine. I swallow and move away immediately. Trying to put my legs on the floor. The both of us belting out many many apologies.

"What's happening in here?" Felix purrs entering. I glance up. "Hey Felix. I uh. Fell out of my bunk."

He snorts crawling up into his. "Oh hey! You actually got it! I was expecting you to Just pocket the Cigs." He grabs the magazine and smirks. "Oh I'm going to have so much fun tonight."

I stifle a shudder. "Just keep it quiet alright?" He gives me a look. "OH yeah of course. I'm not an animal."

I suddenly remember the extra cigarette. And reach in my pocket to grab it. "Oh here, there was an extra." He quirks an eyebrow. "Really? Huh. Odd. Also, why tell me?"

I pause. "What do you mean? They're your cigarettes. If there's an extra, I'm supposed to give it back." He cocks his head. "But, What if I didn't know there was one extra? You could've kept it for yourself to smoke. Or, you could've traded it for something for you. Maybe even turn it in to tell on me. But you chose, to give it back. That either, makes you stupid. Or makes you honest."

I frown. "Or it makes me smart. What if say, you threw in an extra just to test what I would do? See if I was an honest person, or if I would steal from you willingly."

He pauses. Green eyes staring down into mine, before a wide grin takes his face. "Quick thinker too. Me and you are just, OH! Gonna get along so well!" He pats my shoulder and takes the cigarette.

Eyeing it lightly before giving it back. "Here. You can keep it. Get yourself something nice."

I take it hesitantly. "Uh, thanks." Slipping it back in my pocket.

Wash was sitting in his bunk now. Looking on with mixed emotions of curiosity and suspicion.

I turn back to my bunk and start work on fixing my bed sheet privacy wall.

The men loved the idea. And soon, they each had their own set up with their extra blankets, to be more private.

It was great.

Until they felt as though not being able to see each other, meant they could masturbate freely.

I was now surrounded with the agonizingly annoying sounds of grunting and heavy breathing.

I roll over and try to tune it out. Because whether I like it or not. It's prison. And these were lonely men.

When I wake up. I want to puke. My abdomen is twisted into pain. And my head is pounding. I double over with a groan.

"Hey, I think Vanta is finally up."

A moment later light enters my bunk as the blanket is lifted behind me. "Hey Vanta you al- OH. HOLY SHIT! GUYS!"

I struggle to move up as my stomach painfully and agonizingly seems to implode on itself.

I wonder what could possibly be wrong with me for a brief second. But then I realize.

"Fuck."

"Yo GUARD! GUARD! WEVE GOT A SERIOUS PROBLEM!" I hear Sharkface shouting.

I turn to glance at my bed spread, and sure enough it was stained red.

"Mother fuck." I groan. Grabbing my stomach.

Moments later the cell doors open with a loud beep and Andersmith is Looking in at me.

"Ah shit." He growls. The next thing I know I'm being grabbed and dragged from the cot. I groan in pain.

Generally my cramps aren't this bad. But then again.

Generally, I take painkillers the night before I start. And every six hours all throughout.

"Hold him." Andersmith barks. As suddenly I'm being held bridal style by Sharkface. I look up weakly. He holds a face of concern.

"What's wrong with him?" He asks. Andersmith who was leading him out of the cell pauses. "Uh. He uh. Black has uh. A, it's a Rare cancer. It's called uh, Mensraltainia. It's, it's fatal. He's only got about 20 years left to live."

I make a face at Andersmith. Was that seriously the best thing he could come up with?

"Oh holy shit." Sharkface says softly. Almost sadly. Aw did he care?

Andersmith has him carry me through the building before getting me to an empty room. The one we generally go to to talk in anyway.

"Set him down here." Andersmith points. "Why? Shouldn't we take him to the Prison Hospital?" Andersmith pauses. "No! No no no! Absolutely not. He uh. Can't. There's nothing they can do about it. Here I'll take it from here."

Sharkface pauses, his arms tightening around me. Almost protectively. "How do I know he'll be safe? You're that jackass who hits him for no damn reason."

My eyes widen. Holy shit he does care.

"Look, Sharkface. I'm not going to hurt him I promise. But I can help him. Just set him down. And Walk out."

Sharkface narrows his eyes. "Why do I need to leave? So you can do weird fucked up shit to him?"

I decide to intervene. "Hey, Sharkface. It's fine man. It'll be cool. He knows what to do." Sharkface glances down at me. Green eye confused. But he growls and sets me down. "Whatever." Before walking out.

We both stare after him.

"I see you're making friends." Andersmith notes. I shrug. "Yeah I am."

"Well stop it. You can't be friends with anyone here. You can't trust them. Remember, each person here. Is here because they committed a crime. They're inmates. You get to close to them, they'll see it as weakness and cut you down."

I open my mouth to reply when another cramp racks my body. "Unngghh shit." I double over holding my stomach. Andersmith moves to set a hand on my shoulder.

"You alright?"

"NO I'M NOT ALRIGHT! DO I LOOK ALRIGHT TO YOU?!" I snap.

He jumps back. "Yikes. I forget you're a girl sometimes. Here, I'll go get some stuff. Pads or tampons?" I scowl. "I don't care. Just get me painkillers." He sighs. "I can't do that."

I growl. "And why the hell not?!" He sighs again. "I can sneak you in some Pads and tampons easy. But the moment I bring in drugs, if I get caught. It's my ass that gets in trouble." I lean up growling.

"You listen to me buddy. There's four Cures for period cramps. One. Excerise. I'm not going to do that, because then I'll get sweaty and have to shower. And then I could be seen. Two, Eating food. Well there not a whole lot of that around is there? No. Three, Sex. Which sure, I COULD GET A LOT OF But I can't, because I'll be caught. And then Four, medication."

I grab his jacket. "You get me some damn painpills, and something to stop my periods. And some EXTRA TESTOSTERONE PILLS, BECAUSE MY FEMININE VOICE IS COMING BACK. or I swear to fucking God Andersmith. I will find a way to make your life hell. Are we clear?!"

He's shaking lightly. But he nods. I smile. "Good. Now, how about we get me some clean clothes and some pads. Huh?"

::Author Note::

Ah, the moodiness. Anyone see that coming?

Well, I'll reiterate. In this story, you're say counts. If you have an idea, share it. I might use it. Also, don't forget to vote on who you want her to end up with. Or if you want a love triangle thing.

The votes are currently Locus 4

Felix 4

Tucker 3

Sharkface 2

Everyone else One

Zero for York and North.

I might take them off the list actually.

Thanks for reading.