A snicker left my lips as I watched Josh discreetly pick up a dirty pair of white underwear, using the tip of his finger and throw it over in Robert's direction. A loud yelp of both disgust and surprise sounded from Rob.

It landed on his fucking head.

I let out a loud roar of laughter, his reaction only provoking me to carry out laughing.

"What the fuck, Boy?!" He yelled, his eyes glancing to the underwear for a second, before back up at Josh. He stood proudly smirking, a few snickers leaving his throat. But it soon turned into a butt-load of coughing.

The wonders smoking can do to your lungs.

"It's not funny, you little asshole." He harshly muttered, rapidly running a hand over his head, as if he were taking off any germs that managed to land themselves a home on his bold patched head. I only laughed harder at the reminder of his faint amount of hair on his head.

"And you -" He pointed his finger over to me, staring at me with narrowed eyes. I stifled my laughter, raising a brow at him. I suppressed the smirk threatening to grow.

"Why the fuck is your cracker ass laughing?!" He pursed his lips. His nickname only caused me to blurt out laughing, the sound of Josh's horrible cackle joining in.

"B-Because...you basically just had dick o-on your head!" I got out, within my laughter. He scrunched his face up, pursing his lips.

"Oh, you're gonna get it, Boy!" He muttered, and was already making his way over to where Josh stood. I watched, entertained, as he grabbed Josh by his sweats' hood and dragged him along.

"Leave it be, Rob! It was just a joke!" He desperately yelled. I hushed my laughter, leaning forward on the laundry table to rest my upper body.

"Fuck no, you play too much. It's time for you to learn not to mess with me." He lowly said, but I could tell it wasn't serious. Robert and Josh were like brothers. Brothers who occasionally liked to anger one another when they were bored. They'd never take it serious.

Watching with both curiosity and amusement, Robert grabbed Josh's upper body, before pushing him into a load of white dirty sheets. I found myself grimacing.

Those sheets were filthy.

I once found a shit stain on there.

Robert broke out into a loud fit of laughter as he stared down at Josh's terrified face.

"Oh man, this is too good!" He wheezed whilst laughing. I chuckled, my eyes glancing over at a both annoyed and disgusted looking Josh. It was the perfect picture. Two elder man messing about with dirty laundry as if they were little boys.

I found myself shaking my head with a smile.

After their little banter had finished, Robert helped Josh out the basket of dirty sheets and warned him not to mess with him. Being the sly motherfucker as always, Josh promised, but I saw him cross his fingers.

That man was always looking for trouble.

The three of us went back to sorting out the piles of white. Josh took care of the underwear and vests, while I did the bed sheets. And the lucky bastard Robert, took care of the pile of fresh clean sheets, having to simply fold them up and place them in the basket.

Josh let out a low huff, scrunching up his nose as he threw the white underwear into the overly large washing machine.

"This is fucking disgusting." He cringed, shoving another one in, before sealing the door shut. I nodded my head in agreement.

"You can say that again. I can't wait till we switch back to digging." I uttered, earning a roll of eyes and heads bobbing in agreement. The air fell silent and we all continued on with our task, a low hum emitting from the washing machine, faintly present in the background.

It was then my mind thought it would be a perfect time to think about her. It was strange, an odd current flooded my entire body - just by the simple thought of her. Those ocean like blue orbs, her enticing lips, and her motherfucking glasses which she constantly pushed up.

Isabelle.

Belle.

There was just something about her.

I licked my lips, thinking back to the day I had the pleasure to place them on her soft cheek. It sometimes felt like I could still taste her. Soft and creamy.

I found myself absentmindedly smirking, thinking about those red cheeks she had. I had an effect on her, I could truthfully say. Whenever she was around me, I noticed those luscious cheeks burn a seducing red.

She wanted me - or that's what I liked to tell myself.

"What's your ass smirking about?" I heard Robert ask, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced over at him, clearing my throat as I sent him a shrug.

"Nothing," I lowly mumbled.

"Yeah right," Josh snickered. I eyed him with an arched brow.

"I bet he's thinking about the little lady...what's her name again? Belle." He said her name with a purr. I grimaced at his fail attempt which I knew was supposed to be me.

I sounded nothing like that.

"Shut the fuck up," I uttered, rolling my eyes.

"Why? I'm just saying the truth. Was she, or was she not on your mind?" He asked, looking a little too smug for my liking. Instantly, I clenched my jaw, trying to conceal the anger which was going to work me up.

I just knew it.

"Whatever. I don't have to explain what's on my mind." I shrugged, letting out a low breath. I decided to deal with him calmly. It wasn't even something that needed that sort of attention from me.

"Aha, exactly. Just save the act, both Rob and I know you were thinking about her, ain't that right?" He asked and I found myself looking at Rob with narrowed eyes. He was put on spot, pursing his lips as he arched a brow my way. That's all I needed to see to know that he thought similar to Josh.

"Fuck, really? You too?" I asked with a sigh.

"I don't understand why it surprises you, Boy. In-fact, I'm pretty sure the rest of the prison knows you got your eyes locked on her." He told me, news for my ears. My brows furrowed.

"You made quite a scene the day when that spokeswoman came in, if you don't remember." He trailed off. I let out a sound of realization, nodding my head slightly.

"Okay, but I already explained my actions. He was out of line and she was being treated like that - you of all people should know I won't ever stand with that." I muttered, making him raise his hands in surrender.

"Calm yourself, boy. I never meant it like that." He argued.

"I know you didn't," I sighed.

"And just...just because I stood up for her, doesn't mean I like her like that." I defended. My eyes darted between Robert and Josh, who were silently watching the conversation take place.

"We never said that." Rob mumbled.

"It's just you've been a lot less focused, boy. You look lost in thought and there's only two things we can assume. One, you're dreaming of a perfect life outside this hell hole." He paused, gesturing around the room.

"Or, either...you're in love."

I swear I felt my heart drop in that moment. I felt my breath hitch inside of my throat as I stared at Robert. He stared back, a glint dancing in his eyes as his lips curled into a grin. Smug bastard, always thinking he's right.

"No," I finally uttered, finding my voice. I shook my head at him.

"Belle's my therapist, Rob. If your old ass forgot, it's not legal for us to share a relationship what you're painting in your mind."

"So, what the fuck does that mean?" He asked, pausing with his action of folding the white sheet. I sighed heavily.

"What do you think it means? Belle and I can't be in a relationship, period. She's my therapist and I'm...I'm a fucking criminal." I humourlessly laughed.

"What would an innocent, beautiful, precious, woman like her - want with me?" I asked him, feeling my throat churn as well as my stomach.

"Besides, she probably has a boyfriend or some shit like that. So let's drop it, alright? There's not point talking about this." I muttered. However, Robert and Josh were a pair of stubborn fuckers.

"Do you hear yourself, Boy? You talk about her like she's some delicate flower and then act as if you feel nothing for her. What's wrong with you, Sam? What happened to the boy who fights for what he wants?" He argued.

"I once was in-love," Josh blurted out. Both Rob and I's heads turned to face him. The tense air falling slightly.

"My teacher. She was a naughty one, she was. Big round tits, she practically shoved them in my face every time I called her over to help. A huge ass, the size of the earth and moon combined and lips that tasted sweet like candy." He dreamily said, the tinge of his German accent floating through his words.

"I fucked her." He bluntly told us. My brows jumped up with one another in surprise.

"Her pussy was tight as hell and my fourteen year old dick felt so good around her. I lost my virginity to her." He bit down on his lip. I grimaced at his face, for a second afraid he'd sneak his dick out and start massaging it.

"I fell in-love with her after that. Later on we would occasionally fuck and God, the things she taught me." He smirked, with a little gleam jumping in his eyes.

"What happened?" I heard myself ask.

"She left." The gleam died away from his eyes, replaced with a dullness. I almost felt bad, but the happiness that I wouldn't have to witness his horny faces, overcame the slight guilt.

"Packed her things and left. She didn't say anything to me, not one good bye or word, and just left. I'll never forgot the sadness inside of me when I arrived to lesson, hoping I'd get a face full of tits, but instead ended up with an old man substitute." He sighed, looking like a puppy who had been kicked his entire life.

"It sucked big time, man. I thought about her always, wishing I could change back time and savour our moments."

"How old do you think she is now?"

"I don't know, maybe seventy or eighty? But who the fuck cares, I'd love to have her riding my dick again." He breathed.

"White people are crazy." I heard Robert say, making me smirk.

"Alright, that's sad and honestly disturbing, but why are you telling us this?" I asked him. It looked as if he snapped out his dream land, and glanced back at me.

"Because, it's the same situation you're going through. You want Belle, but you're only holding back because you're afraid of the consequences you'll face."

"But you shouldn't be," He simply told me.

"You can't help who you fall in-love with."

His words echoed in my ears. I took a moment to pause and think over his words. I wasn't in-love with Belle, but...but I did feel something for her.

"Okay, one - our situations are completely different, your fourteen year old ass fucked a teacher - nasty ass. And two, I'm not in-love with her."

"Aha, maybe not in-love...but you feel something for her, don't you?" He said once again in his German accent. Hesitating for a second, I slowly nodded my head.

"Not love," I firmly said. Both Rob and Josh smirked at me, approval dancing in their eyes.

"Good luck, boy." Rob suddenly said.

"Why?" I asked with a frown.

"Because we already know you're gonna make her yours. Make it special." He chuckled and I found myself grinning along.

But it just wasn't that easy. I didn't know how Belle felt for me, she could feel nothing for all I knew. But her blush said otherwise. Sighing to myself, the sound of a door opening caught my attention. All three of us turned to face the person behind the sudden sound.

Daniel stood with a soft grin, stepping further into the room.

"Aye, Daniel!" Josh hollered, Robert and him doing a stupid looking dance for him. Similarly to me, he was the only guard they respected around here. He shook his head, laughing at the two as he made his way over to me.

"What's up, man? I feel as if I haven't seen you for ages." We both shared our odd handshake, a fist smack and a half-hug with a pounding on each others back.

"Nothing, Blake. Just the usual," He shrugged.

"How's the family?" I arched a brow, continuing with my folding of the dirty sheets.

"Good, Lola broke another tooth. Not anything other than that." I nodded.

"So, what are you doing here?" I asked, glancing at him. A smile grew onto his lips.

"I was just about to get onto that, but, you have a phone call." He uttered. I felt myself still, my heart pausing along with me for a second. My eyes widened as I felt both Rob and Josh look over to our direction.

"W-What?" I barely heard myself say. He nodded.

"You better hurry up if you want the chance to call him or whoever it was back again, it's on hold." He told me. I found myself hurriedly letting go of the dirty pile of sheets and following Daniel out the door. I never failed to notice the confusion wash across both of my friends faces.

Me too, brothers.

I thought to myself.

Daniel lead the way in silence as I tried to collect my thoughts. I had never had a phone call, not in all these seven years I had been here, not once. You could only imagine the shock I felt that very moment.

Within a few seconds, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. My eyes grazed across it, taking in the wall phones hung on the wall, some other inmates talking away on them.

"It's number, five. Go ahead." Daniel sent a encouraging shove, with a small, reassuring smile. I flashed him one back, my feet slowly leading me over to the phone which was waiting to be picked up.

With trembling hands, I reached out, slowly picking the phone of its holder and brought it up to my ear. My eyes closed as I inhaled a deep breath. I then spoke.

"Hello?"

My heart stopped beating for a second as I awaited for the person to speak. I almost thought they hung up until I heard the unfamiliar voice.

"Hello,"

My eyes widened as I breathed his name out with complete and utter shock.

James.

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