Divas Prison Ch73

"Hey, you guys decent?" Ronda asked, doing Becky and Paige the courtesy of a knock, although she did it for her own benefit more than anyone.

"No!" Came the first response.

"Paige stop it. Come on in Ronda." Becky's unmistakeable accent followed it quickly after. Ronda entered the cell to see a grinning Paige stood right in front of her.

"What?" Ronda asked.

"Just wondering if I freaked you out when you thought we might have been 'busy'.

"Not really, it's becoming standard with you now. Why do you think I even knocked, not many would get that."

"Meh, I don't care if anyone sees us anyway. So what brings you by? Punched anyone in the neck today?" Paige said in jest.

"Why, want to be the first?" Ronda used a tone that ended the banter on the spot.

"Whoa, what's that about?" Paige stepped back, only to realise Ronda was smirking. "Oh, you bitch."

Ronda laughed. "Serves you right, but in seriousness, I came to ask you for a favour."

"Of course, I owe you." Paige admitted.

"Just join us for food tonight, I want your opinion on this newbie."

"Who, Sonya? I'd ask Nattie about her."

"No, not her, this Raquel Rodriguez." This information stunned both the other women in the cell into silence. "What?"

"You're eating with her? You were ready to bury her yesterday." Becky blurted out.

"I know, and I went to put her straight, but she made her case and I agreed to hear her out. She says she's got no interest in you know who, and wants me to let her explain."

"Ok, so you want me to hear her out with you?"

"Yeah." Ronda confirmed. "You didn't judge me, even after I attacked you. I can trust your take on this. Bayley is coming too."

"No room for me then." Becky pouted.

"Sorry, it's not personal. Just how the tables are set up." Ronda's apology sounded genuine, and was.

"I'm sure I'll find someone else to talk to for the evening. I'm quite the catch you know." Becky said with a wink.

"Yes you are, but you better not go too far. You're still all mine." Paige pulled Becky to her and kissed her.

"Maybe I should give you space till dinner, even if it isn't far off." Ronda clearly felt uncomfortable, and turned to leave, but before she could get out of the cell, she all but walked right into Charlotte, who had come into it at the exact same moment.

"Whoa, sorry Ronda." Charlotte quickly apologised, not wanting to set the other woman off.

"No harm done. But if you could move." Charlotte stepped aside and Ronda left.

"Yes, next." Paige quipped. "We're popular today."

"And I bet I know what our friend here wants too." Becky smirked. "She wants our secrets."

"Shut up." Charlotte said, but her red cheeks were doing nothing to help her cause, or indeed, her mood. "I do need your help though. I need help stopping this."

"What do you mean?" Paige asked.

"Pai, I'll deal with this, you've got your own things to do tonight, I didn't think we'd be too busy for each other in here."

"Hey, no matter what, you know I'm coming back to you."

"Lucky for me you have to." Becky couldn't keep a straight face as she spoke.

"Always." Paige kissed her girl and headed out, looking for Bayley, to get caught up before they met Raquel and Ronda.

"Spill it then blonde." Becky said, patting next to her on the lower bunk to encourage her friend to sit, which she did.

"I came to you guys because I hoped I'd get help, and not humiliated, or shut down. Can I trust you?"

"Charlotte, of course you can. I had your back before hadnt I?"

"And I haven't forgotten it. I wish I didn't need to keep asking. You don't seem to need too much help from me."

"That'll change one day. No harm in collecting favours." Becky said, knowing what she was doing. "So don't think about that. What do you need?"

"What do you think of Nattie's new cellmate?" Was the fully expected question.

"I think you can't stop staring at her, and I don't think that is because you have a problem with her."

"You noticed that?" Charlotte felt stupid. "Ah damn. If you noticed, then she noticed."

"Oh she definitely noticed. But I don't think that counts against you the way that you think it does."

"What do you mean?" Charlotte said, making Becky smile.

"Oh you poor thing, you really are naïve about these things aren't you. It means she likes what she sees too."

"No way, if she does, why hasn't she done anything about it?"

"Why haven't you?"

"Because….." Charlotte stopped herself continuing.

"Because what?" Becky didn't understand the hesitancy. To her, this was straightforward, her views changing a lot since she spoke up about her feelings for her lover.

"Because I don't know what to say. I don't know how to, you know, make advances." Charlotte was clearly embarrassed.

"You're joking. You don't know how to flirt?" Becky was struggling to believe what she was hearing.

"If you want to put it that way. No I don't."

"But I don't understand, you didn't have much trouble getting into Brie Bella's pants on the regular."

Charlotte didn't like hearing that name, but right now, that wasn't the woman on her mind. "That was all her, she was pretty forward, and at the time, it was just a way for us to satisfy those urges. You know what i mean."

"Yeah I do, and you also said that you thought she was a one off, that you weren't going to have interest in women again. I knew that was a load of bull too."

Charlotte went to talk, but even with her mouth open, there was no sound coming out, as she had no argument. She hung her head. "Ok, I might have meant it when I said it, but I never planned on getting a crush. Those urges don't just disappear, do they?"

Becky laughed and shook her head. "No they don't, not when you find the right one, maybe this is yours."

"I don't know, I just want a chance to find out. Can you help me?"

At this moment the call was made for the inmates to get their evening meal. Becky and Charlotte got their meal at the end of the so they could take a table without anyone else joining them. Becky could see Paige already in conversation with Raquel, Ronda and Bayley, but she sat with her back to them as they didn't need her focus at this moment.

She turned her attention back to her friend across the table. "So what do you want from me? I don't know much about her, other than she has a real problem with one woman. If you get anywhere with her, I'd advise not making her mad."

"I just don't know how to get a conversation going, how to get her to like me."

"Well how did you do it before? You're in good shape, surely you haven't been single all your life."

"I haven't, that was never a problem before I got sent here. But the guys always were coming to me, I never had to put in much work. Now it's all different."

"I know, it's like all the rules are different, even though this place is all about their stupid rules. Both that they matter Hell, they say 'relationships' are banned, but that doesn't stop us. Now you want to get to know her right, this isn't just about, what was the word you used, urges?" Becky asked.

Charlotte wouldn't meet her eye. "Can't it be both?"

Becky found that just a little bit cute. "Yes it can. But you have to be careful. It's a lot easier for this to go horribly wrong than to go right. It's why I pushed my feelings down for so many years, till the right person came along."

"Do you think she's wrong for me then?" Charlotte asked.

"I can't tell you that, but you clearly want to try, even after saying you were done with it all."

"I do, so, please, how do I do it."

"Just go over to her, ask to talk, and just start talking."

"What do I talk about?" Charlotte's anxiousness was showing more and more.

"Talk about her. See what you can find out. If she mentions something that you have in common, move the subject along those lines. Family, jobs, legit jobs I mean, interests, how she spends her time here, or on the outside."

"What else?"

"Char. Short of sticking my hand up your ass and making you my puppet so I can speak for you, there's only so much I can tell you. Once you've both eaten and cleared, just go and talk to her. You've got nothing to lose."

Charlotte opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out. She simply shrugged. Becky fought off her desire to make a smug remark, knowing she had finally made her point, but instead gave Charlotte a small squeeze on the arm to be supportive. Nothing more was said on the subject.

Once dinner was over and all the trays had been cleared as was expected of them, Becky left and went back to her cell to relax. Charlotte sat alone for a little while, looking at Sonya, who was sat with her cellmate, although there wasn't a lot of activity between them. She was willing Natalya to stand up and leave the table, certain that the tensions between them, which still hadn't fully gone away, would not help her nerves, which were already at breaking point.

Moments later she got her wish as Sonya was left at the table alone. Charlotte felt herself get up and go over like she wasn't in control of her body, as her brain was in panic, but just that quickly she was standing next to the girl she was crushing on.

Problem once she just stood there, unable to find her voice. Sonya slowly looked up, not knowing what to expect from another inmate stood close to her silently. Half expecting an attack on her she looked up, but was happy to see who it was.

"Oh, it's you." She said, trying to maintain her cool. "You need something?" Charlotte still stayed silent, also sill not by choice. She looked to the seat opposite, which was noticed. "You want to sit down, you can."

Charlotte took the seat and looked across at Sonya, meeting her eye contact properly for the first time since their near collision the day Sonya arrived. She felt her cheeks burning up, not having felt like this since her High School days.

"I'm…..I'm Charlotte" she finally stammered out.

"Yeah, I know. Nattie told me." Was the reply

"Oh….ok. Um, yeah…..of course." Charlotte couldn't even look Sonya in the eye.

"So, what is it you came over for?" Sonya tried to get the conversation going.

"I…..I don't know." Charlotte shrugged, kicking herself on the inside for that response. Sonya didn't seem thrilled with it either.

"You don't know? Look, I may have plenty of time, but I'm not interested in having it wasted by anyone else, you came to talk to me, so talk to me."

Charlotte desperately searched her own head. "So….how are you settling in?"

Sonya rolled her eyes. "Ok, that's a start, even if it is a stupid question. I can't say I am at all. I mean, you've been here over a year right?"

"Yeah, how did you….?" Charlotte began asking.

"Nattie told me. About the only bearable thing about this place so far is I didn't get a psycho cellmate. Better than, actually, never mind." Sonya chose not to talk about her past. Charlotte knew better than to ask, allowing Sonya to continue. "But do you really feel settled in, as you put it?"

Charlotte shook her head. "I guess not. I just forced myself to."

"You shouldn't, you can't look at this as anything but what it is. None of us are here by choice. I just want to focus on getting out, and filling the time until then with something at least sort of worthwhile. How do you do that?" Sonya asked.

"Well, I work, um, in the admin section several days." Charlotte knew that answer wouldn't go over well.

"Of course you do. I'm not so interested in doing anything to make others lives easier. Not them anyway. It's like they want us to hate them from the start. The warden with his speech on arrival, I mean what was that? He should have just said "Hate me, hate me, I'm an asshole, hate me.""

"Yeah." Charlotte forced a laugh, not wanting her link to the Warden known to anyone else, especially the woman opposite her. She racked her brain for something to get things back on track. "Exercise!" She blurted out.

"Excuse me?" Sonya looked at Charlotte like she was crazy, and the blonde knew she had good reason so far.

"I used to be a personal trainer, you know on the outside. When we get in the yard, I focus on my body, and sometimes I teach some of the others, just the friends I've made, but it's still better than pushing papers, right?" Charlotte was hoping to get some approval.

"Absolutely. I was a bit of a gym nut back in the day. Maybe I should stop by one of your yard classes."

"Maybe you should stop by my cell and I can show you a real workout."

"What?"

"What?" Charlotte repeated. She had unintentionally gone to 0-100 in a heartbeat and now she was in full blown panic. Her physical attraction had overruled her head and now Sonya was staring at her in shock.

"Are you for real?" Sonya asked. Charlotte didn't even hear it. She was too much in her own head.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She stammered out, walking away as fast as she could, hiding in her cell, wishing she could lock her own door.

Sonya got up to follow, realising that she'd given the wrong impression, but had someone get in her way.

"Struck out? You were just all talk then?"

Sonya took a breath, not interested in this conversation. "Mandy, I know I can't escape seeing you, but unless you want to get knocked out again, just keep away from me."

"Sonya, we need to have each other's backs. We got long sentences, too long, and this isn't a cruise liner, these people are dangerous."

"I can look after myself. Shame you can't say the same. I don't need you." Sonya tried to push past her former friend, but Mandy grabbed her by her orange shirt and held her back. "Yeah, I need you ok? I do. Is that what you you want to hear?"

Sonya turned looked down at Mandy. "Too late. You had your chance to do what was right, and you turned your back on me. You got me this sentence, and yours. The only good thing is when I get out, I'll be leaving you here for nearly another decade. You deserve it. Now get away from me." Mandy was hurt, and kept a hold on Sonya's shirt as she tried to leave again.

"Let go of me."

"No."

"Now."

"I can't."

"Oh yes you can." Sonya shoved Mandy hard and she went down. Unsurprisingly, the guards were onto them quickly.

"Don't move." Langston told Sonya while Ziggler helped Mandy up.

"You ok?" Ziggler asked Mandy, getting a nod in response, Mandy was holding her side.

"She's faking it. She fell down." Sonya claimed, to little response.

"Shut your mouth inmate. You think we're blind? You got two choices, you go directly to your cell and we don't see you till morning, or you can go to The Lock for 48 hours. What's it going to be?" Langston asked, ready to respond as needed.

Sonya looked off towards where Charlotte had gone. "I just need…"

"I said, what's it going to be?"

Sonya knew she had no choice. "I'm going." She said and did as ordered, retreating to her cell and laid down in silence till Natalya came back shortly before the cells were locked down for the night.

"You need to learn to walk away." She told Sonya.

"I don't need a lecture Nat." Was the blunt response.

"I'm not so sure. First Charlotte, then Mandy. One woman who got you in trouble already, one who certainly will."

"What does that mean?" Sonya asked.

"Look, I'm not your keeper, but she's got issues."

Sonya laughed. "And we don't?"

"Just. Just think about it ok?"

Sonya gave a half verbal agreement and laid down again. It was all that she could think about. She didn't want drama, and although Charlotte was very much her type physically, she couldn't hold a conversation. She seemed interested, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Sonya knew she wasn't going to be able to make a decision. Time would tell, and there were at least two blondes out there who she was destined to keep crossing paths with, no matter what.

A.N.: Thanks for reading.

How will Sonya deal with these two blondes? Both are frustrating her, but in very different ways. She tries to stay out of trouble, but can she?
Can Charlotte figure out what to say, or how to say it?