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Aaliyah returned with Josh, shoving him to the floor. "You too, come on." Aaliyah grabbed Mr. Caputo's arm, pulling him up and shoving him in the corner next to Josh. "Janae, Alison, you two guard the doors, it's chaos out there and we don't need anyone coming in here trying to start more." Janae and Alison nod, going and standing next to the doorframe. Taystee leans on the desk, reloading the site many times.

"I thought you said this shit was clickbait." Taystee says as Cindy leans forward to reload it again. "Be patient. All it takes is one retweet." Josh replied. Aaliyah hops onto the desk, making sure Josh and Caputo didn't try anything. "We was supposed to be "Hamster With a Burrito." Instead, we nothin' but Side Boob." Taystee groaned, Cindy humming in agreement.

Mr. Caputo is quick to defend his band. "Hey, "Worker in the Mine" has over 1,100 views." Taystee raised a brow, "Yeah? Well, how many of those was from yo mama?" Aaliyah and Cindy both laughed loudly. "Ooh, ya burnt! That'll do it." The sound of the door opening made they two straighten up. Aaliyah crossed her legs, raising a brow as Janae and Alison turned around quickly. Ouija and Zirconia standing there in the doorway. "State your business," Alison says.

"Oh, shit, they got Jefe," Ouija said, looking at Mr. Caputo. "They don't "got" me." Caputo defends. Aaliyah kicks the wall above his head, warning him to shut up. "Kinda looks that way," Zirconia said in amusement. "Business?" Aaliyah questions, hopping down from the desk and walking forward. Ouija looks forward at her. "Ruiz is havin' a little orientation in the chapel." Aaliyah raised a brow as Zirconia adds in, "A reorientation."

"Pass," Cindy declines.

"Yeah." Janae agrees. "Where I come from, you don't hang with bitches packin' caliber. That guard only took one bullet. Too many left." Aaliyah pursed her lips, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we keepin' this here zone a no-violence zone." Aaliyah states, crossing her arms. Caputo sniffles, they glance over at him, seeing the blood under his nose. Ouija raised a brow at her, Taystee quick to correct. "A no-gun zone."

"We cool with Spam cans in socks," Cindy added.

"Hey, your call mamacita. Look, we was just tryin' to have a racially inclusive riot and shit." Ouija said respectfully towards Aaliyah, Janae rolling her eyes at the pet name. "Wait, a guard was shot?" Caputo questions, surprised at this new information. Taystee glanced down at him, "Yeah, but he ain't dead or nothin'." Taystee sits on the desk, glancing at the tablet. "Yo, we got a comment, y'all."

Janae, Alison and Cindy are quick to surround her, Aaliyah staying in her place. "Yo, here come a revolution!" Janae grins, it dropping when they all read what it said. "Hold up. "Earn up to $1,200 a week from home."?" Cindy reads. Ouija chuckles, "Look like the spam escaped your socks." Aaliyah rolls her eyes, leaning on the doorframe. "Wait, you can make that kinda money from home?" Zirconia questions, oblivious to the comment being a spam.

Aaliyah clears her throat. "Alright, here's what we'll do. I'll go to this orientation, come back and tell you what's up." Taystee, Alison and Cindy seem to agree with the idea, but as usual, Janae was against it. "You goin' with her? Nah, they got a gun and shit." Oh please, she knew the real reason wasn't about the gun. Ouija smirked, "Aye, no reason be so protective. We wouldn't hurt that gorgeous face of hers." Janae glared at her.

Aaliyah smiles, looking back at her, she scoffs lightly, "As if you could even touch me." Ouija pursed her lips, not arguing with that. Janae scoffs, "Nope. You're not going. Especially not with her." She points at Ouija. Aaliyah glances at Janae, "Relax darling. You're out numbered anyways. I'll be right back. Promise." Janae looked at Ouija who held a smirk, she grabbed Aaliyah's hand, pulling her over and connecting their lips. Making sure the kiss was extra messy just to rub it in.

Aaliyah pulled away, "That was a bit much, but I liked it. Catch up later." Aaliyah walked out with Ouija and Zirconia. "She always that jealous or it just me?" Ouija questioned in amusement. "It's probably just you. I dated someone who looks like you, just white. But, both really." Aaliyah shrugged. Ouija pursed her lips, nodding slowly, "Then I'm flattered. I ain't much of a threat though, being straight and all."

"Technically, us gay women, can never trust straight girls cause they like fuckin' around too much. I've had my fair share of straight girls who just used me to experiment." Aaliyah points out, following them onto the stage in the chapel. "True. Aye, mamas, you need a phone?" Ouija pulled out a phone, holding it out to Aaliyah. "Actually, yes. I gotta call my brother." Ouija handed her the phone. "Go and call your brother then. We just gonna be strip searchin' the guards and shit."

Aaliyah grimaced, "Yeah, I'm gonna step out for that."

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Janae sat on the desk, she had gotten MySpace so she could log into her account. It took her minute to guess her password, until she finally got it. Cindy was sat next to her, looking at the tablet over her shoulder. The first thing she did was look for the messages between her and the girl she admitted was her first love. "Her name is Aaliyah?" Janae mumbled to herself, furrowing her brows.

"That's weird as fuck man," Cindy adds as Janae scrolled through their messages. "What the fuck?" Everything this Aaliyah person said sounded exactly like her Aaliyah. All the stories she told her, were similar to stories Aaliyah had told her. "Click on the picture," Cindy said quickly, catching onto it. Janae did as told, clicking on it, and to no surprise it was fucking Aaliyah. Only she appeared way younger. "That's Aaliyah, like as a baby though!" Cindy realizes.

Janae ran a hand through her hair, her voice shaky as she spoke, "I'm gonna kill her."

Cindy was quick to object, "Wait, Janae, just think about this. Maybe there was reason she ain't tell you." Janae glared at her, "And what fucking reason would that be? This whole time she knew who I was and didn't even bother to tell me. That fucking bitch." Taystee and Alison walked over hearing that. "Yo, what's goin' on?"

"A lifetime movie," Cindy states.

"I'm gonna kill her." Janae hopped off the desk, going towards the door unti Cindy and Alison step in front of her. "Can we just use our heads please? Janae, I gotta be real with you, a fight between you and Aaliyah would not be good. Cause she'd beat your ass." Cindy said, and they knew she was right. "Nope, she wouldn't lay a finger on me and with how pissed off I am with her, I would win," Janae argues.

"Janae!" Taystee shouts, getting her attention. "Now ain't the time for y'all to be fightin'. You can deal with Aaliyah after we get justice for P, a'ight? So, please, for the sake of Poussey, wait. Pretend like shit is normal for now, and kill her later." Taystee pleads. Janae sighs, eventually nodding. "Fine. For P." Janae sat back down with a huff, scrolling through the messages some more as Taystee sighed in relief.

A few minutes later, they were gathered around in Taystee's office, Janae and Alison by the doorframe. "Man, for every year we in here it's like 100 internet years." Taystee complains as she walks back to her desk, she sat on the chair. "We ain't never gonna catch up." Cindy hums in agreement. "We gonna be be like my momma tryin' to work her DVDs." Taystee chuckles. "Like, now, there's an app for scorin' dope. You know how many bitches in here would be free people if they had that shit?"

"I make my daughter teach me all the new stuff. That helps a little." Alison adds. Cindy and Taystee look at her in confusion. "You never said you had a daughter." Janae and Aaliyah already knew, havin' known Alison more. "Well, you never asked."

"Oh, hold up. We been retweeted." Janae spoke up. Taystee stood up and headed over, "Praise black Jesus!" They gathered around Janae. "All right. There's the link. Hashtag." Janae held up the tablet in confusion as she read it. "Black lattes matter." They were all confusion, Janae turning the tablet to the side, showing them that it was just a meme of Cindy drinking the coffee with different backgrounds behind it.

"What the... They ain't got me up there with Sarah Palin," Cindy sighs, sitting back down on T's desk. Janae and Alison found it funny. "That don't even make no sense. "Black lattes matter"? Lattes got milk. That's what make 'em lattes. Ain't no "black latte," cause that would make it, like, iced coffee or somethin'. That's a, uh....what do you call that? Oxymormon?" She ranted.

Taystee's voice cracked, "It's all a joke." They looked back at her in concern. "You okay, T?" Janae asked. "The whole point..was to tell the world about Poussey. Tell 'em what happened to our girl, man!" Taystee angrily threw the chair. "People don't care!"

Aaliyah suddenly rushed into the room, stopping at the doorframe. "I just talked to my brother. He's gonna retweet it, and my dad is and my sister Teyana has like tons of followers cause she's hot and a singer so she's gonna retweet it too. It should be all over the press in known time." She rambled, taking a breath as she did run there. She furrowed her brows at the tension. "Did I come at a bad time?"

Janae rubbed her jaw, "Nah. Everything's good here."

Aaliyah smiled, "Okay great. Uh, anyways, my dad is on his way on he's gonna make sure Poussey's name is everywhere. We're gonna get justice." Taystee wrapped her arms around the taller girl suddenly, "I have never been so thankful for your wealthyness." Aaliyah pat her back with a chuckle as Cindy suddenly stood up. "Wait, does this mean we get to meet your daddy?" She asks.

Aaliyah looks at her oddly. "Uh, yeah?"

"Shit man. He can't see me like this. I need a fresh do and clean clothes," Cindy groaned.

"Stop, just stop," Aaliyah grimaced.

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Aaliyah leaned Taystee's desk, texting Teyana cause she had given birth yesterday so Teyana was sending her a ton of pictures of the baby. She looked up hearing footsteps. Zirconia, Dayanara and Ouija walked in. "You gotta hand them over," Daya demanded. Aaliyah stood up, raising a brow, "We ain't gotta do shit sweetheart." Daya holds up her pocket with the 'gun' inside, pointing it at an amused Aaliyah. "I got a gun that says you do."

Ouija puts her hand over Diaz's, "Cool down, Diaz. I think we should settle this with words." Daya puts her hand with the 'gun' down. Aaliyah simply chuckles, knowing they were full of shit. "This is how we show the outside that we got power. We together and we got hostages. What you gonna do?" Ouija says, trying to convince them.

"Negative. Not interested." Taystee stated.

"Actually, hold on. As much as I think you're full of shit," Aaliyah points at Daya who scoffs. "You got a point baby. We got power now. We gotta be smart and shit." Aaliyah said. Cindy stands up, "Y'all give us a second. Come on. Aaliyah, stay here and watch your friends." Cindy grabs Taystee and pulls her into Caputo's office. Aaliyah sits on the desk, crossing her arms as the girls discuss in the other room. "Quick question," Aaliyah spoke up.

"What?" Daya questions. "How do you lose a gun?" Aaliyah snickers to herself. "That's what I said," Ouija chuckled, quickly stopping when Daya nudged her. "Man if you don't just kiss already," Daya mumbled. Aaliyah raised a brow, "It is like illegal for me to have friends now without it being gay?" She pursed her lips. Daya scoffs, "Not when y'all flirtin' all the time." Ouija nudges her, telling her to shut up in Spanish.

Taystee walked over to the door, the girls all turning towards her. "We're in. But we move 'em ourselves. And they still ours." She negotiates.

Ouija glances at Daya and back to T. "Works for us."

Aaliyah claps, glad they could finally leave the office. Taystee turns around to Josh and Caputo. "Get ready kids. We goin' on a trip."

They dragged Caputo and Josh through the halls, inmates like DeMarco, Nicky, Morello, Big Boo and Pennsatucky making comments at him. They pulled the two into the chapel, bringing him on stage. They made them strip. "Ha! I knew it! That motherfucker doesn't have a six pack," Aaliyah laughed. Cindy clicks her tongue, "You right. More like a four pack." Aaliyah nods, jumping down down the stage.

She sat next to Janae who gestured Aaliyah to get closer. "We gotta talk later." Aaliyah raises a brow, "About what?" Janae gives her a blank look. "MySpace."

"Everybody, say "cheese!"

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a/n: welp...the truth has been untold! pray circle for aaliyah 🙏🕯

ouu y'all ain't gon like what happens soon...imma give y'all a hint 🏃‍♀️
aaliyah x carmen aka ouija

should i make another oitnb book, and who should be the love interest? the choices are...janae (again), ouija, maria, maritza, poussey, carol or flaca 🤞

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