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"Wait, what?"

Mat sighed as he crossed his arms, "I don't think I have to explain myself, Ty."

Ty frowned at Mat, "I-I don't know Mat. . . I don't have time for revenge. . ."

"Really? After what Jocelyn did to you? I thought you'd want to help." Mat said as he placed a hand on Ty's shoulder.

"Help what? Make things worse than they are now? I'm sorry but, even if Jocelyn doesn't explain how I'm not the murderer, then I'm going to have to prove it myself." Ty said half-heartedly, pushing Mat's hand off.

Mat scoffed, "Well then, goody-two-shoes, what will you do now? Wait for an unfair trial? Get locked up like a dog in a dog pound? Sorry Ty, I don't speak bullshit."

"Well I don't speak retard! Can't you think straight for at least a moment? I don't think Quentin would want us to do what I think we're going to do. Plus, that's the reason why you're here in the first place!" Ty retorted angrily.

"Now now, there's no reason to yell, you'll grab unwanted attention." Mat murmured as he raised his eyes over towards the cell door.

"Well then keep your mouth shut. Someone gets anxiety every time you talk." Ty sighed.

"And someone gets low self esteem every time you sigh. . ." Mat mumbled.

Ty sighed.

There was a moment of silence, and the two managed to laugh together, their laughter echoing in the almost empty room. It was until there was a loud bang against the cell door, which caught their attention almost immediately. Mat then noticed that it was a well-dressed guard, who gave them both a glum look. "Ty, someone wants to see you."

Mat raised an eyebrow, "Jocelyn?"

"It doesn't concern you." The Guard growled, making Mat angry.

"Then who?" Ty asked, realizing the hostility and tenseness towards Mat.

The guard scratched the back of his neck as he took out his cell keys, "It's uh. . .

"Quentin's girlfriend, she wants to talk to you."

-Author's Note

Gotta write fast

Sorry if chapter was short

But gotta write fast

(Watty's deadline is Dec. 15th gotta go fast)