Under Arrest (Scömìche)

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I woke up to the sound of the cell door opening.

I yawned and stretched groggily and slowly opened my eyes. I saw an officer pulling the door open and a man in an orange jump suit. He looked around 10 feet taller than me, but maybe I'm just short. 

But still, no one told me I would be getting a cell mate.

My vision was still a bit hazy from a lack of sleep, but from what I saw of the man, he was VERY handsome. He had blonde hair and was very muscular. He saw me staring and I immediately looked away.

"Stay out of trouble in here, Hoying." the officer snarled.

I rolled my eyes at him and watched him close and lock the cell door. The man walked over to his bed and sat down. He sat in silence for what seemed like forever. 

I cleared my throat and sighed.

"Hey... I'm Mitch."

He looked up and I could see tears falling from his eyes. I felt empathy for him, since the first few days in prison were always rough.

He looked back down. "Hello?! I was trying to be nice, at least introduce yourself!" I scolded.

He looked at me once again but still didn't reply. I scoffed and laid back down in my bed.

I went back to sleep for about 5 minutes before we had to get up for breakfast. 

I went to the counter and helped myself to the eggs and under-cooked waffles. I sat by myself, as usual, because who needs friends in prison? I'm probably going to be in here for life, but I learned to stop caring so much about being social and just try to survive off of the crappy prison food.

I occasionally let the tall blondie catch my attention, who also sat by himself at a table in the corner. I didn't like him, sure, but he was quite a sight- Oh my God! Stop it, Mitch. This is why you're in here in the first place.

I sighed and finished eating my food and hummed to myself for the rest of breakfast.

Sorry it's super short! But here's the first chapter of Under Arrest.  :)