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It was an odd environment around the prison. Courtesy of Piper Chapman. Man did she always find a way to fuck shit up. She was now at war with the Spanish. Creating some white power group in the process, that Taylor was also involved in. They not only targeted the Latinas, but everyone who wasn't white. It was disgusting, honestly. All over some stupid fucking panty business. Aaliyah never felt more uncomfortable by white people than now.

Currently, she was running the track, trying to blow off some steam. She was still dealing with the loss of Alissa. Janae advised that running could help her relieve that anger she's got building up in her system. She really wanted to trust Janae on this but she honestly didn't feel like it was working for her. She still really wanted to punch something, or someone.

As she ran, she wasn't paying attention, her mind all over the place. So she didn't see Taylor walk up just as she ran over. Taylor threw out her foot, tripping Aaliyah who simply rolled through it, standing right back up with ease. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!" Taylor laughed. Aaliyah turned around with a scoff, "You fuckin' bitch."

"Yeah I'd watch how you talk to me now." Taylor retorts. One bald woman and the other blonde bitch who got fucked up by the Latinas stood behind her, ready to defend her. Aaliyah chuckles, wiping her mouth, "Oh so you're a racist now? You didn't seem so racist when you had your head between my legs."

"That was years ago, my opinions changed." Taylor shrugs. "Well that's just grand, innit? Cheers for graduating university of racism." Aaliyah smiled sarcastically. Taylor glanced down at Liyah's clenched fist, "Awe, are you gonna hit me now? Do it, I dare you. Cause I won't be the one getting shots."

Aaliyah rolled her eyes, "Course not. Eh, you ain't really worth it. The Spanish girls did my work for me." Aaliyah walked away, only the three women followed her. They got closer to the picnic tables where the Latinas were at before Taylor shoved Aaliyah to the ground. Her face hitting the dirt roughly.
She couldn't control it any longer. Fuck control. Fuck racists.

Aaliyah stood up, swinging at Taylor, she got her good in the nose, the blonde falling to the floor as the Latinas cheered her on. "Oh shit! Get her ass!" Aaliyah jumped onto Taylor, throwing more punches, Sankey and Helen got involved, grabbing onto Aaliyah and kicking her down. "Aye, get the fuck off of her!" Maria yelled, she and her girls joining in.

Ouija helped Aaliyah up as two CO's ran over to break up the fight. Aaliyah held her stomach with a grin, happy with the damage she did to Taylor. "Shots for all of you!" The CO said, pointing at the Maria, Zirconia, Ouija, Pidge, and Aaliyah. "Are you fucking kidding me?! She started it! You fucking idiot! What the fuck!" Aaliyah complained alongside the Latinas.

"You want more shots?! I suggest you shut your mouths and walk away!" Aaliyah glared at him as he walked away, not before making sure Taylor was okay. Taylor held her nose, holding onto Sankey for support, "This isn't over bitch."

"I didn't even know why it started bitch," Aaliyah shot back. (ily if u got this reference)

The three women walked away, most likely to treat Taylor's bloody face and possibly broken nose. Aaliyah groaned, now starting to feel the pain. Sankey and Helen did kick her pretty fucking hard. She definitely had a bruised rib or two. "Aye, you good?" Maria asked. The girls were pretty confused on why she was so concerned for Aaliyah but they ran with it.

"Yo, you friends with this one?" Ouija asked as Liyah leaned against the table with a soft groan. "She's friends with Gonzales and Ramos. And she's done some favors for me. She's cool. She one of the good ones." Maria said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Thanks for the help there mate," Aaliyah groaned.

"No problem, Liyah. Ouija, take the girl to medical. She probably got a bruised rib." Aaliyah shot Maria a grateful look before Ouija helped the taller girl up. "All right. Come on mamas." Aaliyah put an arm over Ouija, using her for support as her other arm held her ribs. "Ruiz got mad respect for you. You must be like a G 'round here huh?" Ouija spoke up, helping Liyah into the building.

"Eh, wouldn't say that specifically," Aaliyah declined.

"So what would you say?"

"Well, I'd say, I minded my business. If people around here know you're legit, they won't fuck with you and you get their respect in the process." Aaliyah shrugged, slowly her breathing to preserve her energy. "Ah, so what'd you do to get people to respect you?" Ouija smirked. She didn't think Aaliyah was tough but maybe she underestimated the girl.

"I got bunked with this girl who I had problems with on the outside. She tried to kill me, so I uh, carved my initial into her arm, got her sent to Max and she mysteriously died a week or two later," Aaliyah smirked. Ouija caught onto what she was saying, cracking a small laugh, "Damn girl. That's some bad ass shit right there. I see why Maria respects you. You a G."

"I'm also the prisons local arsonist," Aaliyah shrugs. Ouija chuckled, "Yeah I heard about that one. Word travels fast 'round here."

"Aaliyah!" Janae ran over, spotting Liyah from down the hall. The CO warned her for running, causing her to speed walk instead. "That your girlfriend?" Ouija questioned. No friend in prison would ever be that concerned for someone unless they was dating, or fucking. "Yep." Janae stopped in from of her, looking in between her and Ouija in confusion.

"What's goin' on? Who's she?" Janae questioned.

"This is Ouija. She's just helpin' a girl out. I got into it with Taylor and her girls jumped me so Maria's girls helped me out." Aaliyah explained, wincing from the pain. Talking only made it worse. "Ah shit. Sorry I wasn't there. You good? You hurt?" Janae brushed Liyah's hair back, seeing a small bruise on the girl's shoulder.

"I'm alright. She's just helpin' me to medical. I think I just got bruised ribs. I'm not for sure." Aaliyah said. Janae sighs, turning to Ouija, "A'ight, well thanks for helpin' her. I got her now." Ouija pursed her lips, nodding, Liyah moved her arm from her shoulders. "Cool. See you later then. Take care of them ribs there mamas." Aaliyah smiles, nodding, she turned to Janae as Ouija walked off.

"Mamas?" Janae raised an unpleasant brow.

Aaliyah giggles, "Yeah I think it's a Spanish thing. I kinda like it. It's cute." Janae rolls her eyes, wrapping an arm around Aaliyah to help support her. "Who started the fight? You remember what I told you 'bout-"

"Controlling my anger, yeah I got that darling. And I did. She tripped me, I walked away, she shoved me, so I socked her. I think I broke her nose too. Then her two bodyguards jumped me so the Spanish girls got involved. This whole Spanish and Blacks versus White's is so unoriginal and classless. I blame that fucking chapstick bitch." Aaliyah spat, she and Janae walking towards medical.

"You mean Chapman?" Janae chuckles.

"Yeah, that stupid slag. You know one of these bitches gots a confederate flag tattooed on the back of her neck! We're dealing with fucking Nazis here! It's like we went backwards in time! It's bollocks!" Aaliyah exclaimed in frustration and anger.

"That's prison for you baby."

"Prison racism fucking sucks. What happened to just hating people for their personality? Cause let me tell you. Some bitches in here are insufferable! What happened to real haters?" 

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Aaliyah walked the halls of the prison, stopping when she felt a presence behind her. She turned around, only it just Luschek. "Bloody hell. Why are you following me, Luschek? Do you have a death wish?" Aaliyah questions, leaning against the wall.

"Look, I know you hate me but before you try to kill me. There's someone in the common room I think you'll be happy to see." Luschek explains quickly. Aaliyah looks at him in suspicion, walking up to him, he closed his eyes, thinking she was gonna hit him. In all honesty, she wanted to. But doctors said to avoid moving too much or it could slow the healing process. "If you're playing me, I best fess up right now. I don't fuck around, Luschek."

"Just go to the common room. Do I look like someone who would want to fuck with you? You're fuckin' crazy," Luschek exclaimed.

"I will take that as a compliment." Aaliyah turned on her heel, heading to the common room.

Aaliyah noticed Piper hugging someone, furrowing her brows, she walked into the common room. Once Piper pulled away she was able to get a good look. Her face dropped in shock, the person being Nicky. "No fuckin' way." Aaliyah ran over, pushing Piper out of the way, she wrapped her arms around the shorter girl. "All right, break it up ladies," CO Dixon warned.

Aaliyah shook her head, "Fuck off." Nicky smiled, genuinely happy to see the younger girl. "It's so good to see you. I missed you so much." Aaliyah breathed out, pressing a kiss to Nicky's head. "I missed you too, Liyah."

Aaliyah pulled away, cupping Nicky's face, she still couldn't believe she was finally back. But there was something very different about her. Maybe it was just being in Max for so long. Who knew? "That's another shot for you, Channing. You want another?" CO Dixon warned again. "Oh go eat some donuts you wanker," Liyah retorts. Nicky snickers, "Yup, there she is."

"Yo, what happened to your ribs? You keep holdin' em?" Nicky asked in concern.

"Oh, I just got into a bit of a tussle with some Nazis, no big deal. Just some bruised ribs. You should see the other girl." Aaliyah mused, glancing behind her as Piper and her three bodyguards. One of them being that bald bitch with a confederate flag tattooed on her neck. "You know, two of 'em are standing right here. You can thank Chapstick here for that. She started a white power group." Aaliyah laughs sarcastically, glaring at the blonde girl.

"We're members of a community task force," Piper corrects.

"A community task force that racially profiles? That's just grand. Truly, Chapstick, you're doing amazing work." Aaliyah smiles, patting Piper's shoulder only for it to get pushed off by Brandy, the Nazi girl. Liyah smirked, turning around to look at Nicky, "I'll catch up with you later. I rather you not see me lose control and throw this Nazi against the wall."

"See you later, Liyah." Aaliyah hugged her once last time before walking away, shoving her shoulder into Piper's on her way out.

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Aaliyah headed towards the party the was happening for Nicky when she was suddenly pulled to the side, dragged into the cafeteria. "What the fuck, mate?! You don't just grab someone like that." Aaliyah exclaimed when they let her go, her eyes glancing over Maria and her crew. "Sorry, sorry. We had to make sure no one seen you." Maria raised her hands in defense.

Aaliyah huffed, leaning against the table. "Alright. What do you want?"

"We got a plan, and we need your help mamas." Ouija stated. She personally, really liked idea, which is why she suggested Aaliyah be apart of the plan. "Okay...what's the plan?" Aaliyah crossed her arms over her chest, pretty intrigued.

"You see, Chapman wanna act all gangster. She wants to label us as some gang bangers. So we gonna put a label on her too." Maria explained. Zirconia held up a square napkin with the Nazi label on it and Flores held up a metal poker. Aaliyah pursed her lips, getting what they were hinting at. Maria tilted her head. "So you in?"

"What if I'm not?" Of course she was in. She wanted to get back at the bitch. But, she needed to know there wouldn't be any trouble if didn't want part of it. "Then we'll find someone else. You all good mamas. Just figured you'd want in on this for what they did to you." Ouija added.

"You figured right, sweetheart. I'm in." Aaliyah agreed.

Ouija grinned, "See? I told y'all she was hella cool."

Aaliyah walked into the common room, running a hand threw her hair, she looked around for Chapman. Spotting the blonde woman, she walked over, plastering a kind smile on her face. "Where's your little mates? They ditch you?" Liyah mused.

"Uh no, it-it didn't really work out." Piper scratched the back of her neck nervously. "Look, Aaliyah-"

Aaliyah was quick to correct her. "It's Channing to you. Only my friends call me, Aaliyah." Piper nods, "Right, my apologies. Look, I just wanna apologize for the way they treated you. I had absolutely nothing to do with that. Taylor can be a little out of hand sometimes." Piper said.

Aaliyah took a breath, trying so hard to control herself from punching Piper. "Right, yeah, no I totally get it. She's a lot to deal with. I'm not blaming it on you." Aaliyah reassures. And Piper sighs in relief, holding a hand to her chest, "Thank goodness, because I really thought you had it out for me." Oh if only you knew.

"No, I could never. I'm sorry if I came off the way. You weren't there. It's not your fault." Aaliyah waved it off. "Thank you. I am really sorry-"

Aaliyah squinted, raising a hand to her ear, "I'm sorry, I can't hear you. It's extremely loud in here. Can we step outside if that's okay with you?" Liyah requested. Piper smiled, "Of course. Yes." She set her drink to the side and followed Aaliyah into the door that led to the stairwell and kitchen.

"I really hope we can start over, Channing."

"Oh please, call me Aaliyah." Piper smiles, nodding, "Great. I really hope we can grow to be friends, Aaliyah. You seem like a sweet girl." Oh you don't know the half of it. Liyah smiles, nodding slowly, "My father used to preach to me about people like you." Piper furrowed, "Oh yeah? How?"

"He told me, never let anyone fuck with you. Don't let insufferable people treat you like you're a problem in this world. Don't let racists, fuck with you." Aaliyah chuckles, a small smile on her face whilst Piper stood there, confused. "Aaliyah, I'm not- I'm not a racist. I promise you. It was was never my intent to target you. I was just worried about the gangs and-"

Aaliyah rolls her eyes, cutting her off. "Ya know, there's this saying in prison my brother told me about." Aaliyah sighs, faking a pout, "you gotta do what you gotta do."

Piper eyes widened suddenly when Flores hand held itself over her mouth and arms grabbed her. Ouija, Pidge and Blanca all dragged into into the kitchen as she followed. Piper bit down on Flores hand and she pulled it away fast. Maria socked Piper in the face, attempted to put a tie around her head to keep her from drawing any attention. Aaliyah grabbed the ends of the tie, tying the fabric around the blonde's head.

Aaliyah walked around her, Maria moving out the way for her. She immediately punched Piper in the ribs, cupping her face with her other hand, "How's that feel, huh? Being hit so hard you can't fucking breathe?" Aaliyah pats her face, backing away to let Maria take care of the rest. The girls held Chapman down against the table as she cried and sobbed through the fabric after seeing the fire to the stove on.

"When you're in a gang, you get this label put on you. And thanks to what you pulled, I've been marked by Admin as this big, bad gang girl, you see? So I'm done." Aaliyah grabbed Chapman's arm, pulling it over and holding it down. "But I've been thinking. You gangster, too, Chapman. Oh, you're hella gangster, right?" Aaliyah brushed her hair back as she wailed. "So where's your label, huh?"

Chapman cried more, her eyes focused on Zirconia heating up the poker. Aaliyah pulled up Chapman's sleeve to reveal her forearm. "Hold tight. Don't let her move." Aaliyah ordered, holding Piper's arm down more forcefully. "If you move, it'll get messed up and that's only gonna be worse," Aaliyah said towards Piper. "Make sure it isn't backwards or it's, like, a whole different thing," Ouija says towards Zirconia.

Zirconia finished up the label through Piper's cries, the girls letting her fall to the floor. She held her arm, sobbing through the fabric. Aaliyah bend down in front of her. "You didn't actually think we'd be friends, right? I don't tolerate people like you. You remember that the next time you wanna start shit with me or anyone else." Aaliyah untied the fabric, tossing it to Piper, "Wipe yourself off. You're bleedin'."

Aaliyah stood back up, nudging Ouija, "Well then. Looks like our work here is done for tonight. Go on and join the party girls. I have someone to attend to." Aaliyah smirked, walking out. The girls followed her out into the common room, brushing themselves off. "Shit, if I wasn't straight, I'd probably kiss you right now," Ouija comments, nudging the taller girl.

"I'm flattered," Aaliyah pats her shoulders. "But I don't think that would go over well with my girl."

"I get it. Go attend to your woman mamas. You did good." Ouija said. Liyah smiles, shaking the girls hand before heading out of the common room towards the dormitories.

Janae jumps slightly feelings arms wrap around her. She knew it was Aaliyah though as it was Liyah's bunk. Janae turned around as Liyah pulled the blanket over herself. "Where you been? I feel like I ain't see you much today," Janae mumbles, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"I was just takin' care of some business. It's all good now."

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a/n: lowkey enjoying this side of aaliyah ngl

there was TWO iconic movie references in this chapter, y'all better have got em 🤞

and y'all i love ouija idc, she's my baby 😭 i wish we got more of her back story

more jaliyah in the next chapter ☺️

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