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Aaliyah laid on her bed, skimming through a book, she notices Henderson being escorted over by Pennsatucky from the corner of her eye. Aaliyah stands up, plastering a smile she pulls Henderson into a gentle hug, "Oh I'm so glad you're okay." Aaliyah pulled away, patting her shoulder, she turned to Pennsatucky, "Thank you so much for bringing her back."

"Uhh, sure?" She nods, waiting for her to walk away.

Aaliyah clears her throat, turning to Henderson who had sat on her bed, her forearm bandaged. "Look, I'm sorry for what happened between us in the past. I want to move on, please," Henderson begged, desperately. And if there was one thing Aaliyah didn't like, it was begging. Unless it was sexually, of course.

Though, she didn't want to forgive Henderson. She seemed very desperate and sad. Aaliyah didn't like when people were sad. It made her feel guilty. "You weren't saying that when you was on the verge of stabbing her," Janae buts in, leaning on the wall. Aaliyah didn't even see her there at first. She must've been quiet. Normally Aaliyah would've made a comment but now wasn't the right time for flirting.

Henderon looked at Janae, choosing to ignore her, she turned back to Aaliyah who was in deep thought, her arms crossed over her chest. "Aaliyah, please. I am sorry. Remember when we first met? We met at a coffee shop and you were so kind to me. Please, I'm begging you didn't change. I know you're still that same person."

Janae raised a brow, looking to Aaliyah. "You ain't seriously buyin' this shit, right?"

Aaliyah glanced at her, not answering. "I do remember, Amelia. I remember meeting this lovely girl who was funny, and wouldn't hurt a fly. But, clearly we've both changed. Only, I didn't try to fucking kill your girlfriend." Aaliyah bent down to her level. "She almost died. I found her fucking body on my floor! You have no idea how that feels." Janae closed her eyes, clearly not aware Aaliyah had so much trauma. Maybe it's why she acted so confident and cruel.

Aaliyah stood up, taking a breath, she wiped her mouth, contemplating the situation. "Okay." Aaliyah smiles, making Janae get the creeps for a few seconds. "You have three options."

"Okay," Amelia took a breath, hoping one of them was good. "What are they?"

"Option one. You get yourself transferred," Aaliyah states.

"Option two?" Henderson hesitantly asked.

"I get you sent to Max." Aaliyah shrugs. Amelia sighs, open to that one. "Okay, I'll go to Max," she agrees. Janae raises her brow, knowing for certain that there was a catch. She knew Aaliyah well enough to know there was always a catch. Unless it came to herself of course.

"Okay. But I should warn you. I have friends there, and they, or well, she, doesn't like you very much. Her name's Carol, and whilst you're in Max, she will kill you for me. So really, you only have two other options." Aaliyah giggles, lacing her fingers together.

"Option three?" Henderson sighs.

"I kill you." Aaliyah states plainly. Normally Janae would've had a laugh but knowing Aaliyah, she knew that Liyah would actually act on her threats.

Henderson sighs, holding her face with her hands. "Please, Liyah." Aaliyah scoffs, "No, you lost the chance to call me that years ago." Tears pull at Amelia's eyes, "Aaliyah, please, I have family here, I can't leave. I can't get transfered. I don't even know how to do that. Please, don't make me leave. My mom is here." She pleaded.

"I don't have a mother. You think I give a shit about yours?" Aaliyah scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm sorry."

"It's too later for sorrys. And hey, I didn't say you had to leave. You could always go to Max, deal with Carol." Aaliyah purses her lips, sharing a look with Janae. Henderson finally gave in, "Okay fine. I'll get transferred. But I don't know how to do that."

"Oh don't worry, I'll take care of that."

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Janae rushed into the common room, leaning down in front of Aaliyah. "He's almost here." She nods, standing up, giving Henderson a look. Cindy, Taystee, Janae and Suzanne all sit around a table, ready to watch the plan Aaliyah had discussed with them. To be honest, they didn't really have to be there or help but hey, everyone needed to entertain themselves in prison. What better than a fake fight that could turn real?

Henderson grabbed a marker, throwing it at the back of Aaliyah's head. "Oouuu! Liyah, girl you gon' let that slide!" Cindy taunts as planned.

Aaliyah stands up, turning around, "are you fucking blind or something? What where you're throwing your shit," she spat. Henderson stood up, grabbing another marker and threw it Aaliyah, hitting her in the shoulder. Janae nudges her, spotting Mr. Caputo walking to the common room. She signals them to speed it up.

"You stupid fucking cunt!" Aaliyah walks over, shoving Henderson. Amelia throws a punch, knocking her down, they both fight. Aaliyah getting the upper hand as the guard shouts, trying to pull them apart. Aaliyah threw two more punches, busting Amelia's lip before she felt Janae's arms snake around her, pulling her away. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Henderson shouts.

Mr. Caputo had rushed in, "Both of you calm down!" Aaliyah laughs, raising her hands to mock surrender. She rubs her jaw, as Henderson only got a punch in so she would be fine. She could take a punch. Though she couldnt say the same for Henderson who was bleeding from her mouth. "I'm calm. I'm calm. It's okay." She says.

Janae and Taystee both let go of Aaliyah. "Channing, Henderson, my office, now." Mr. Caputo orders. The CO grabs both of them, taking them to Mr. Caputo's office. He turns to Taystee, "What happened? I know they won't tell the truth."

"Henderson provoked her Mr. Caputo, she crazy. Aaliyah was being so nice to her and she just punched her. You gotta do something about it, Mr. Caputo. I'm worried about Aaliyah." Taystee says, as planned. Cindy, Suzanne and Janae all nod, fake concerned looks on their faces. Mr. Caputo sighs, nodding, "Thank you. I will deal with Ms. Henderson."

Once he walks out, all the girls cheer, high fiving. "She beat the fuck out that white bitch!" Cindy cackled.

"That was the most entertaining shit I've seen since I got here," Janae adds with a chuckle.

"You know what? Harry Potter is kinda growin' on me. She even got Watson all giggly and shit," Cindy said. Taystee and Suzanne both agreeing until Janae glared at them. "Ah shit, she back again."

Aaliyah Channing sat in Mr. Caputo's office, her arms crossed over their chest with blank look on her face. Mr. Caputo walked in, sitting at his desk. "Ms. Channing, you wanna explain what just happened back there."

"There's nothing to explain, Mr. Caputo. Henderson is dangerous. You should've seen her the other, she went crazy on me when I was bunked with her. She tried to shiv me whilst my back was turned. It was...so scary, Mr. Caputo. You need to do something about her, please." Aaliyah pleaded, fake tears running down her cheeks. It was a good act, really. She could've had anyone fooled.

"She said something very similar, Ms. Channing," Mr. Caputo replied. Aaliyah falters for a second, knowing that was not apart of the plan. She drops the crying act. "Mr. Caputo, might I have to remind you how powerful my family is. They will give you a PR fucking nightmare. And I like you, I think you're doing a great job. Which is why I do not want to make some calls."

Mr. Caputo sighs, knowing just what kind of family she came from. He remembered how Natalie warned her about Aaliyah Channing. She wasn't a celebrity no, but boy was she fucking powerful. And the last thing he needed was to be sued by her family. "Okay, what do you want?"

Aaliyah smiles, "I knew I liked you. So, here is what you're going to do. You will put Ms. Henderson in Max, and you will put her in C-Block and if you don't, trust, I will find out." Mr. Caputo sighs, nodding. That was better than nothing, and it honestly wasn't super bad. She just wanted a specific inmate away from her. "Anything else?"

"Yes. You know, Janae Watson, correct?"

Mr. Caputo nods. Aaliyah smirked, leaning forward, "I want you to remove all the shots on her record." He bit his lip, eventually nodding. "Do it now so I know you're not lying." He groaned, pulling up her file, he removes the shots and moves the screen to show her. "Great. Thank you so much. I really appreciate this."

"Not like I had much of a choice." He said.

She giggles, walking out of his office. She turns to look at Amelia who sat on the chair outside his office. She smirks, "Have fun in Max. Be sure to say to Carol for me." She skips away happily.

Henderson's face drops, turning to see Mr. Caputo walk out of his office. He doesn't spare her a glance, instead he turns to the CO, "Send her to Max. Now." He nods, grabbing her arm. "Mr. Caputo! Mr. Caputo! No! No! Please no! She's gonna kill me! She's gonna kill me!"

Mr. Caputo looks away, not wanting to watch them drag her away to her inevitable death.

Aaliyah sits down on Janae's bed, making her look up from her book with a slightly annoyed look. "What's got you so happy?" At this point, she was already too far in. There was nothing she could do to get Aaliyah off her back. No matter how much she wanted to. But, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to keep her around after all. Besides, she did get free shit out of it.

"Henderson just got dragged away to Max." Aaliyah chuckles, pulling her mirror out to fix her lipstick that got smudged from the fight. Janae furrows her brows slightly, "I thought you was getting her transferred?"

Aaliyah glances at her, "Oh I was. Until she tried to get me sent away to Max instead. So, I figured, why not teach her a little lesson." She shrugs meekly, both her and Janae staring at each other before they burst into laughter.

"What y'all laughin' about," Poussey asks, taking a seat on her bed with a small smile.

"Aaliyah got Henderson sent to Max," Janae explains, still laughing with Aaliyah. "Oh shit, forreal?" They both nod, the laugher slowly dying down. Aaliyah takes Janae's book and shuts it, though making sure she marked the page. "And, I even got Mr. Caputo to remove all the shots from your record. Seen him remove 'em with my own eyes."

Poussey gaped hearing that meanwhile Janae was just frozen in shock. Not knowing why Aaliyah would do that for her. "Why tho'?"

Aaliyah smiles softly, "Cause I like you." She pats Janae's leg, getting off the bed and walking out.

Janae blinks, not knowing how to process that. It made her feel all kinds of confusing things. Poussey shuts a book loudly, snapping her out of her trance. "Janae, imma be real with you. If you not feelin' her, just tell her. It's not right to just string her along, especially with all this free shit she givin' you. I'm sure she'll understand."

Janae squints her eyes, wondering why Poussey cared so much. "Is this cause you like her, or somethin'?"

"Nah, it's cause she's our friend."

Janae let's out a scoff. "Have you met that girl? She's fuckin' crazy." Poussey rolls her eyes, leaning forward with a serious look. "Are you feelin' her or not?"

It shouldn't have been such a hard question to answer. So it was weird that she lied. "Nah. Not in that way."

"Then go and tell her that. The last thing you want is for this to go on longer than it already has." Poussey advised. Janae nods, sighing, she stood up and walked out to find Aaliyah.

It took a minute but she eventually found her. Aaliyah was using some random pipe hanging up to do push ups, in a bra. Janae could help but let her eyes wander a bit. Aaliyah did have an amazing figure but it was a bit surprising to see her have such a muscular body. She didn't really give off gym rat vibes. "You got a good figure, damn," Janae mumbles, not aware Aaliyah heard her.

"Yeah? You should see me naked." She flirts, a small smirk at the corner of her lips, letting go of the pole to land back on the ground. "So, what'd you wanna talk about?" She wiped her hands on her pants with a curious look.

"Look, Aaliyah, you cool, and I appreciate all the free shit, but it's gone a little too far." She was lying, clearly. Aaliyah could tell she was lying each time she rubbed her hands together when she talked. It was a small observation, sorta. She played dumb, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm telling you that I'm- I ain't feelin' you, the way you clearly feelin' me. I ain't gay." Another lie. But hey, who was she to tell her what she was and wasn't? Aaliyah simply smiles, confusing Janae slightly from her positive attitude. "Love, look, I get you're probably feeling guilty, or feeling like you're stringing me along but really, I don't mind it." Now Janae was even more confused.

"When I have a goal, I will do everything in my power to achieve it. My goal right now, is you. You can push me away, reject me, but it won't change anything. When I want something, I get it." Now it was getting creepy. But hey, wasn't Aaliyah always creepy? No rejection was gonna stop her. She had a mission. Janae was that mission. And come on, it's not like it wasn't obvious that Janae was gay. The closet was made of fucking glass. It was clear as day.

"Darling, I have plenty of time to make you fall in love with me. I'm a very patient woman." Aaliyah winks, smiling and walking towards to track to go for a lap or two. She stops midway, turning to look at Janae. "And love, I'm certainly not an angel. But I would never harm you if that's what you're concerned about. You way too gorgeous to hurt." She chuckles to herself, running off to the track.

Janae was so fucking confused, and a bit creeped out. This entire time she assumed Aaliyah just wanted to sleep with her for some little achievement but now she knew, it wasn't that at all. Aaliyah wanted Janae to fall in love with her this whole time.

What the fuck was she gonna do now?

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a/n: now we know aaliyahs real goal here 😭 she lowkey got that shit all figured out

I HOPE Y'ALL KNOW THE CAROL REFERENCE 😍 im sorry carol is bae idc

janae and aaliyah being that one scary lesbian couple >>

AND YALL, I FINISHED THE SHOW AND OMFG WTF WAS THAT ENDING??? THEY DIDNT EVEN SHOW ME WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BAE MARITZA!! my poor baby :(

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