John Pov
Alex beat the shit out of James and the guards had to escort him to solitary confinement.

Is it bad that I still think he did drugs?

Sure, he's seems like a good kid but he's so..
I don't know.

Paranoid?
There's no way he's in for
theft,
murder or
anything like that.

Jeez kid.

They can't hold him in solitary confinement for long.
They never do.

I knew Alex would be back in our cell today. I've been in solitary confinement before. He'd back back by this morning.

~•~•~•

I woke up this morning to
surprise,
surprise,
Alex being pushed into our cell by a few guards.

They took off his handcuffs and he rubbed his wrists with an aggravated plastered on his face.

"Those assholes." He grumbled.

"So, How was solitary confinement?" I asked.

"Oh, well it was a nice change of scenery." He replied happily.

"...It was a cushioned jail cell." I said slowly.

"I was being sarcastic you bloody idiot." He hissed, sliding to the floor and curling in a ball.

"I barely touched him." He muttered.

"You gave him a bloody nose and a black eye." I deadpanned.

"I stand by what I said. That ain't shit." He said, putting his head on his knees.

"You wanna test that?" I asked.

"I already did.
With James.
He's a shit fighter."
He muttered.

"You're a shit fighter. The only reason you won, was because it was against James Madison.
He wouldn't dare hurt anyone.
Sure he can be a bit of an idiot with words, he would physically hurt anyone." I said, sitting up.

He sighed.
"What a bitch."

"Why'd you even punch him, kid?" I asked.

"Because he kept pressing on the drugs thing and talking about how I was probably a virgin and shit. I warned him, and he didn't listen.
So I found it only fair to beat his butt into the ground."
Alex told me.

"Yeah But is it true though?
Did you do drugs?
Is you a virgin?"
I asked, trying to find his eyes.

He jumped up and shouted,
"I DIDN'T DO DRUGS!"
I sat there silent.

He let out a small sigh and sat back down.

"And I've had fucking sex before asshole." He grumbled.

"What was his name?" I asked.

He made eye contact with me and quickly averted his eyes.

"Dylan." He said quietly.

Finally fucking admitted it.
The kid is gay.

I smirked.

"Bottom or top?" I asked.

He turned red.
"Shut up!" Alex exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow.
He glared at me and clenched his fists.

"Does it fucking matter?" He growled.
"Just a question. No need to get so riled up about it," I hummed.

He was quiet for around two and a half minutes.

"...bottom. Now would you just fucking shut up?!" He asked, standing up.

"I only asked once." I said grinning. "You told me on your own will."

"Yeah? Well, you had that stupid look on your face!" He exclaimed.

"Kid, I always have a stupid look on my face." I said.

"Well, it was more stupid then usual!" He shouted, starting to pace the cell.

"You say 'well' a lot." I noted.
"Well you say 'kid' a lot." He snapped, pointing at me.

"Kid, take a chill pill." I said.

He sent me a withering glare.
"John if that was some sort of drug reference, I'll-"

I stood up, standing over him.

"What? What will you do Kid?" I asked, my voice low.

He didn't say anything.

"That's what I thought.
Think before you speak, and maybe you'll survive here Kid." I said, sitting back down.

"I'm not a kid."
"You're nineteen."
"And? I'm almost twenty."
"You're a kid."
"Oh well fuck me then, eh?"

I smirked.
"I bet you'd like that, huh?" I asked.

He flipped me off, and sat down on my bed next to me.

"How old are you?" He asked.
"Twenty two." I replied.

"How nice." He muttered.

"Hey, whats that supposed to mean?" I asked, pushing his shoulder slightly.

He laughed and pushed me back.

"Asshole."
"Does that mean we're mates?"

"..if it makes you feel better." I said.

He smiled to himself.
"Cool."