"Because you learned your new cellmate had a random gentleman writer and men are easily jealous."
Asylum Lovers // Romance // One-on-One // V V Mature // CLOSED - STALKERS WELCOME
“Seriously, I just met you today. Why would I be jealous of some dude who wrote to you?”
"Honey I might be dumb but I'm not deaf, I could hear the jealousy in your voice."
“There’s a tone for jealousy?” He asked, nonchalantly.
"Yes there is. Dumbass. Of course there is."
“I never knew that,” he said, though of course he did. Anything to distract her.
"Don't lie to me, of course you did." She crossed her arms across her chest with a smirk.
"What? I didn't! I haven't been to school in years, how was I supposed to know?" He mimicked her smirk.
"Uh-huh, sure. Let's go with that." She rolled her eyes, her smirk never fading.
"Thank you," he said, grinning, "for agreeing with me, even if it is sarcastic."
"I didn't agree because I know for sure that you were jealous but whatever you say cutie."
"I prefer Pretty Boy," he said with a grin. "Remember?"
"Yeah but I like annoying you. And don't change the subject!"
"Me, changing the subject? Never!"
"You were jealous. End of story."
"Whatever you say," Draven shrugged. He stood and started pacing, tugging angrily at the edge of his outfit. "I wish I could wear pants again."
"Don't we all?" She grinned to herself, knowing she'd finally gotten him.
"No, but I'm a guy. Guys should not have to wear dresses."
"Hey, not all girls want to wear dresses either, genius."
"But at least they look good in them."
"Not all of them." She rolled her eyes. She knew she certainly didn't.
"And they're made for girls," he said, not seeming to have heard her. "Not amazing. spectacular looking guys like me."
He's a narcissist and a bit of an asshole but God, is he hot. She just rolled her eyes again. "Whatever you say."
"Thank you for agreeing," he grinned at her. "Think they'll give me normal clothes?"
"If you ask nicely enough. Or give them a break. I once gave a guard a blowjob and he let me wear pants for 2 days. Totally worth it."
"Not happening," Draven said, with a smirk. "I mean, that may work for a hot girl, but not me."
"If by hot you mean me, you are dead wrong. All the guards here are just lonely and desperate. Give a girl enough smooth talking and compliments and she'll be putty in your hands."
Draven snorted. "Can't deny that." He grinned, remembering his countless ''dormmates.''
"So use it. I mean, Mariah's married so maybe not her but female guards come check this hallway all the time. Bribe one of them."
"You think I haven't already? Why do you think there were only male guards bringing me here?"