Worst Behaviour <Discontinued>

0.2

"Hopefully." I say to Taylor while letting go of his hand.

"So, uh, Canada... You smoke?" Taylor asks while smirking.

"'Course he smokes, he was brought in for possession of illegal drugs. Lots of illegal drugs." Nash tell Taylor.

"Canada boy can speak for himself. Do you?" He asks, referring to the smoking.

"Of course." I lie.

"Look Shawn, I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot. I have few rules but there are some. First off: Don't lie to me, mate, because I'll know if you do." He says.

I nod.

"Alright. Now that we've got that out of the way. Do you smoke?" He asks.

"N-no." I say quietly while looking down at the floor.

"Well, you should tonight." He says. I nod.

I take back what I said about him, he's a little scary.

"Glad we understand each other. Now I can go back to being nice." He says while leaning back in his chair.

"Why aren't you eating mate?" Nash asks with a mouthful of Chili. He dips his bread in it.

"I'm not hungry." I say quietly.

"You should probably eat at least a salad." Taylor prompts. I nod and quickly get up, spying everyone else's empty salad bowls. "Tell him I sent you." Taylor smirked at me.

I walked around from my side of the table to the front where they were serving food. I grabbed a tray and moved to where the inmate in charge of the kitchen worked.

"Hi." I say quietly, eyeing the tray that had one lettuce leaf left. "Taylor sent me to come and get some salad." I say quietly.

"The entire table want salad?" The blonde boy with blue eyes who looked around my age asked. I nodded. I noticed he had dark circles around his eyes.

"I'm Jack Johnson by the way." He tells me.

While pulling out a fresh new bowl of salad and handing it to me. I smiled and walked back over to our table, putting the salad bowl in the middle.

I hear Taylor snap. As soon as he does Hayes stands up while holding his stomach. I sit down looking at him in confusion.

"I-Is it hot in here? I feel a little hot." Hayes says while pulling at his collar to let the heat out.

Hayes begins coughing and gets up heading towards the exit. Suddenly he falls to the floor and begins to slightly shake like he was having a seizure. All the guards rush towards Hayes. I looked at Nash to see if he was panicking. He had a smirk on his face.

I look to see the other boys, including Nash, discreetly shoving the salad into their pants.

I am so confused.

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I walked with my arm around Hayes. The front door had locked since it was 11pm. We all had walked him back from the infirmary.

Once we got to our hallway everyone started hugging Hayes and congratulating him. We went into the Common area and closed the door.

There was no camera in the common area.

How stupid can you get?

Taylor pulled down his pants and so did all the other boys except for Hayes and I. They took off their sweatpants and emptied them onto the coffee table.

Weed, a lot of it at that, came tumbling out of their pants.

Jack Johnson went and opened a small window.