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"What's gonna happen to Diaz?" Janae questioned towards Ms. Figueroa who was getting patted down again after returning. They had already turned in Dayanara, so now they were ready to continue the negotiations again. "We'll give her a special sentence reduction to thank her for being so honest," Ms. Figueroa said sarcastically. Janae didn't seem to get that, "Really?" Aaliyah sighed, putting her hand on Janae's, "No, she's being sarcastic darling."

"Let's see what shape the guard's in." Figueroa walked into the office, passing them. Aaliyah stepped inside, sitting on the stool in the corner. "That bitch going to Max till forever." Cindy stated, Janae a little less hopeful now. Aaliyah pursed her lips, crossing her legs as Figueroa sat down in front of Taystee. "Where were we?"

"Think you was about to give us everything we askin' for." Taystee said with a sarcastic chuckles. Ms. Fig smiled, "Cute." She says equally sarcastic. "Now, it is my understanding that an education program is already in place." Well that was a load of shit. "Y'all seen any education program 'round here?" Taystee says, glancing at the three girls. "Mm-mm. I guess it must've went missing," Cindy states, holding a hand to her chin in faux thought.

"The Life Skills Initiative provides inmates with practical skills even more marketable than the former GED program." Ms. Fig read out loud. Aaliyah scoffs, knowing she was full of shit. "Life skills?" Taystee raised a brow, knowing full well that was bullshit. "She mean pourin' cement with that dude with the abs," Cindy clarifies. "Man, we did for, like, less than a week," Janae adds. Cindy hums, "Six wonderful days. And that beefcake put the semen in sement."

Aaliyah chuckles in amusement as Ms. Fig was quick to correct her. "Cement. It's pronounced cement." Aaliyah shrugs, "See? Exactly why we need education." Cindy shot her a look, getting a smile in response. "Now, tell me, why exactly was that program stalled?" Ms. Fig crossed her arms, knowing exactly why. Aaliyah pulled her lips into a firm line as Taystee attempted to lie. "Yeah...I-I don't recall at this juncture."

Cindy was clearly oblivious to the fact that they were trying to lie. "You don't? They found a guard in the garden all chopped up like Fancy Feast." Janae nudges her, Taystee shooting her a look with wide eyes. Cindy went on, not seeing their pointed looks, "You really don't remember? It was like, four days ago? Plus, that shit was dark." Taystee and Aaliyah give her a pointed looks as Ms. Figueroa smirks. Cindy finally realizing her mistake when Janae gives her the look. "Oops."

"Wow. You girls have been busy. So, now, tell me, was this murder also apart of your nonviolent protest?" Aaliyah rolls her eyes, it wasn't like they had done it. And they already caught the murderer, so it didn't matter. Taystee seemed to be having the same idea. "The murder ain't the point. The point is our education program ain't never been no education program, even before it was put on hold for some alleged murder. Manual labor without instruction ain't an education, and it damn sure ain't no life skills."

"You think she be sayin' "ain't" so much if we had an education program?" Cindy buts in again. Taystee giving her another look, the one that says "shut the fuck up." Aaliyah sighs, holding her head up with her hand, dozing off. "I'd like to believe you. Really, I would. But, in light of these ongoing revelations, the injured guard you refuse to hand over, it's tough. You lost credibility."

Taystee huffs, hitting the table. "Give me a second." She stands up, "Come on, Watson. Aaliyah get your ass up." Taystee moved her hand, Aaliyah's head hitting the table. She groaned, standing up, "Another road trip. Yay." She walked out, Taystee right behind her. "You talk too fuckin' much," she says towards Cindy before following after the couple.

"I am going to assume we are reuniting the classic enemies to lovers couple, yes?" Aaliyah guesses, Janae rubbing Aaliyah's head with a small smile.

"You guessed right."

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Janae was attempting to use a shiv to cut the tape that locked Mr. Caputo into the porta potty. Taystee sighs impatiently, "Hurry up!" She rushes. "Man, this shit wouldn't cut butter!" Janae shot back. Caputo seemed to recognize Taystee's voice. "Jefferson, that you?" Aaliyah stood up from her spot on the grass, very tired from lack of sleep. "Hold up, Mr. C. We settin' you free. Not free free, but you feel me."

Hapakuka glances back at them, "Are you supposed to be doing that?"

Janae looks back at her in irritation. "Are you supposed to give a fuck?" Aaliyah chuckles, "Move it along." She waves off towards Hapakuka. "Cheerfully withdrawn." Janae grunts, finally finished cutting the tape. "A'ight." She pulls the door open, all of them immediately taking steps back due to the stench. "Damn!" Taystee waved her hand. "Bloody hell." Aaliyah grimaced, stepping behind Janae.

"No need to thank us, Mr. C." Mr. Caputo takes a whiff of the fresher outside air. "I'm not thanking you." Taystee shrugs. "You grudgin' it out. I respect that, but this ain't no freebie. We need your help." Aaliyah put her arms around Janae's waist, laying her chin on her shoulder with her eyes closed. She wanted some sleep, or at least a nap. "You punched me. You took me hostage. Why would I ever, ever help you?" Mr. Caputo groaned, his body still sore but standing and being all cooped up in there.

"Okay, let me catch you up. Previously, on the Fucked-Up Prison Channel, we've been negotiating for things like justice and better living conditions and education, and the governor, he gave us Cheetos. But we said we don't want no blood Cheetos so now they talkin' bullshit, sayin' that we already got a education program, when everybody knows it's really a dig-ditches-and-get-tetanus program." Taystee explained, a little frustrated towards the end.

Mr. Caputo seemed to get what she was talking about. "That program is slave labor, plain and simple." He states.

"See? Told you he still cared." Janae grinned, crossing her arms. Aaliyah smiled just a tiny bit as Janae brushed Liyah's hair away, her long fluffy curls flying in front of her face. "Problem is, they sent us this negotiator, but she don't believe us. That's when you come in. You'll be our...credibility man." Taystee says, Aaliyah nodding with her.

"Who they send?" Caputo clears his throat. "They send a lawyer?"

Taystee scoffs. "Nah, they sent that chick that you hate...Figueroa. The one that used to have your job?" Aaliyah giggles, adding in, "She looks like a giraffe, but kinda sexy, ya know?" Mr. Caputo nodded, not needing any further details, he knew who she was, clearly. "She ask about me?" Taystee scoffs lightly, she, Janae and Aaliyah all sharing a look. "You did not come up."

"Ain't all about you, Mr. C." Janae shrugs.

"Oh, but we did, or well, Liyah, did you get a little gift. She, uh, got it from the guard bathroom." Taystee says. Janae pulled the air refresher shaped like a tree from Aaliyah's waist band and put it around Mr. Caputo's neck. She smacks her lips, "Piney fresh." Aaliyah smiles happily, putting her arms back around Janae.

"Now that you piney fresh, you can bring yo ass. Or, Aaliyah here, will tase you until you do." Taystee says, Aaliyah holding up her taser with a smirk. Mr. Caputo sighs, nodding slowly. "Lead the way."

"To the sexy giraffe lady we go."

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"Hey, check it out. We got new representation." Taystee walks into the room with Mr. Caputo, Aaliyah and Janae behind her. Ms. Figueroa sets her phone down, giving them her attention. "I can see that. Nice boxers." Aaliyah furrowed her brows as she sat down on the stool, resting her head on the counter, she closed her eyes, hearing Caputo say, "thanks."

"They must've been a gift from someone with very expensive taste." Now this made them wonder if Aaliyah was right about this whole enemies to lovers thing. They knew she ranted about her theories of those two secretly dating, but they didn't know she was actually telling the truth. "Expensive taste and a soul made of old fingernail clippings." Mr. Caputo shoots back at Ms. Figueroa.

"Mmm...'kay. If memory serves, we were talking about reinstating the GED program." Taystee reminded, getting back on track. "The issue being the presence of an existing education initiative," Figueroa states, not taking her eyes off of Caputo. He crossed his arms. "They called it education so they don't have to pay the inmates. When I brought it to MCC, it was an education program. They turned it into a chain gang."

"Aw, fascinating. And how'd they sneak that one by you?" The sudden slamming of the grate wakes Aaliyah up, causing her head to hit the counter again. She groaned, "fuckin' hell." She looked up, seeing the lady the inmates called Von Barlow or whatever it was. She couldn't quite recall, seeing as she didn't care much. "Joe, thank God! You gotta get ne out of here. I can't do this anymore!" Joe just glares at her boredly. "What? Do you want me to say I'm sorry? I am sorry! Your singing was terrible."

Caputo looks to Figueroa. "One of our recent transfers from Pysch. I'm not sure she was ready for the transition." Taystee hands Janae the baton. She slammed it on the doorframe, preventing Von Barlow from entering. "Excuse me, I purchased that baton." She says towards Janae. "We let her believe that she's running the place. It's easier that way."

Figueroa obviously could see it was bullshit, but she didn't care much to do anything. "Hey, whatever gets you through the day."

Janae grabs the lady's arm, "Let's go." The lady rambled on as Janae dragged her out. Taystee slammed her hand on the counter, Aaliyah's hand falling, she hit her head on the counter again. "Ow." Taystee hits the counter again, "Go with your girlfriend. Now." Aaliyah huffs, standing up, she walks out. "Okay! Ow! Got it! I got it! I got the memo." Janae pushed her through the gate, hitting it with the baton before walking away, grabbing Aaliyah's hand and pulling her off too.

That seemed pretty pointless seeing as now, they were leaned against the wall, watching as Von Barlow was trying to put on the pair of heels. Zirconia claimed she was a hostage and the heels belonged to her so they were pulling a, "Cinderella." Aaliyah watched as she was forcefully making the heels not fit when they clearly did. "See? It won't fit. My feet are too big."

"This how O.J. got off," Janae adds, pointing the baton at her as Aaliyah resting her head on Janae's chest, Janae rubbing her head that probably had a bruise now from the amount of times she accidentally hit it. "I think she's spreading her toes," another one of the girls said, Aaliyah didn't remember her name. "Yo, I'll do it myself." Zirconia says, leaning forward until Von Barlow moves away, "Uh, uh. I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why not?"

"Because..." she glances around, seeing as the girl with the taser was practically asleep, she ran off, not going fast from the one heel thing. "Hey, that bitch got my shiv!" Zirconia ran after Von Barlow.

Janae crossed her arms. "See? Just like O.J."

"Come on. Let's go sleep." Janae nudged Aaliyah, taking her hand and pulling her to the dorms. Aaliyah walked towards her bunk, hitting the bedframe with the baton, "Get the fuck out! What does this like look? A fuckin' circus?!" Everyone rushed out of her bunk, Aaliyah clenched her jaw at their nerve to fuck around in her bunk. "Fuckin' circus animals."

Aaliyah lifted the blanket, laying down in her bed, Janae crawled in next to her. Aaliyah stared at the bedframe above them. "Are you kidding me? The one time I'm in a bed, I can't fall asleep." Aaliyah mumbles, Janae chuckles, pressing a kiss to Aaliyah's forehead. "You know, earlier, you called me your girlfriend without cringing or mumbling somethin' about labels." Janae said, pulling the blanket over them, making sure it covered Aaliyah fully.

Aaliyah squint her eyes, turning her head to look at Janae. "I don't recall that." Janae scoffs, "Yes, you do. You didn't even cringe right now!" Janae tickled Aaliyah's stomach knowing where she was most ticklish. "Admit it! I'm your girlfriend!" Janae said, Aaliyah laughing as she tried to push her away. "Okay, okay, I admit it! You're my girlfriend and I'm okay with calling you that! I can't breathe." Aaliyah rushes out with small giggles.

Janae stops, pulling Aaliyah's leg over her waist, "I know something that'll tire you out," she whispered, kissing down Aaliyah's neck.

"Then do somethin' 'bout it."

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a/n: my little cutie patooties 🤭

the fact that they all remember and listen to aaliyahs theories and ramblings 😭 i luv them

aaliyah being clumsy and hitting her head in this chapter >>

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