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Western Academy for Boys!? But I'm a Girl...Oh Well
Trente-et-un / Thirty-One
Bert's P.O.V
Everyone was walking around naked. I didn't mind it though. I was a guy too, so they couldn't be disgusted. And believe me, there was some major meat around here, if you get what I'm saying.
I hated the way some guys stared at me. It was as if they were raping me with their eyes. I bet you anything if they jumped me right now and started a gang band, the security guards[watching right behind me] wouldn't do anything about it. In fact, the punishment would be a slap on the wrist.
I never thought I'd say this, but I really wanna go back in my cell.
"Hey Bert," Frank said with a smirk. He was naked too [obviously]. He had tattoos everywhere and his piercings were gone. I guess the cops made him take them out. Ew, his ears were all floppy from the missing gauges.
I couldn't help but glimpse at his cock. It's a natural instinct. He was so pale.
"Hey, how's it going?" I said.
"Trying to avoid the alpha men, you?"
"Thinking."
"About?"
"If we can all find each other easy. Where are the guys' cells?"
"We all go down in a row."
"Are you in a cell with anyone?"
"Jeph."
"What about Travis?"
"He's in one by himself. Gerard is in a cell with a Klypto maniac."
".. That's bad."
"Yeah," Frank rubbed the back of his neck in worry. "I hate my cell, because Brendon and Spencer are right beside me. They're so annoying."
My eyes widened "Brendon is in jail!? I understand Spencer, but the theater arts kid!?"
He looked behind him and leaned in closer to my ear. "He's planning to escape too."
"How do you know this?"
"I heard him talking with Spencer."
"Oh.. Well what do they plan on doing? How will they escape?"
He said "They're gonna dress up as cops."
I laughed. "How are they supposed to do that?"
He rolled his eys to the left.
My smile faded.
".. He's going to kill them!?"
"Shh!"
A cop winced at us.
"Sorry," I said, then covered my mouth.
"No.. You know Ryan, right?"
I let go of my mouth "Ryan Ross? The baby-faced one? Who's like 20?"
"He's 21 now, but yeah. He's gonna pose as a visitor, giving Brendon a box of pants and then Jon is going to come in the next day as a visitor and give them a pair of sunglasses and a blouse."
A pair of sunglasses?
"What about the ID? I think that's the most important."
"That's what the sunglasses are for. You can't identify anyone without their eyes, right? They'll just steal any cop ID and pretend to be them for the time being. I don't know how they'll do it, but they're pretty good at acting."
"And again, how do you know all this information?" I crossed my arms. "I think you're making some of it up."
"No, no I swear! Jeph heard it too. You can go ask him yourself."
"Well how were you suppose to do that when they were cells away?"
"Cells away? I told you, they were literally right next to us."
"Alright.. I still don't know why they're kept for double the nights-.. That's right!" I smacked my forehead.
"Wha?"
"Brendon isn't a first timer. I remember he told me about attending some illegal strip club downtown. It was a masquerade one too, and the police caught him. The funny thing was, his girlfriend went under cover to see if he were cheating on her, 'ya know? But in the end, the cops come and he got arrested with her."
"Oh, so he isn't gay.. How did he get out?"
"Bail out. Took a while though. I remember he wasn't in the academy for a month. Mr. Burton and Mr. McGrath was pissed."
"Ahah. Wow."
"Yeah, so are you sure you got this?"
"Yep."
"Great."
"Alright ladies! You know what it's time for? Hair cuts!" One of the male police men said.
"NO!!" I heard most of them say.
"Yes!" And you will be picked at random. Just for shits and giggles. So go back to your cells and wait to be the lucky ones."
I swear, this was worse than military camp.
When we all got dressed [in our orange jumpsuits] we were put into our cells for the night.
I saw Jimmy Euringer or Jimmy Urine. I lifted my head in a 'sup?'. He smiled. Something glimmered between his teeth.
One of the keys! But how-
"Pssst!"
I looked to my left. It was Travis behind bars. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit as well.
"Jimmy is on our side."
I smirked, "cool."
I saw some weird guy with long brown hair just sitting on the toilet seat like a chair. That could be the Klypto maniac.
Well. Now that Jimmy is on our side, there could be a chance.
I just hope I'm not the one to get a haircut.
Everyone was walking around naked. I didn't mind it though. I was a guy too, so they couldn't be disgusted. And believe me, there was some major meat around here, if you get what I'm saying.
I hated the way some guys stared at me. It was as if they were raping me with their eyes. I bet you anything if they jumped me right now and started a gang band, the security guards[watching right behind me] wouldn't do anything about it. In fact, the punishment would be a slap on the wrist.
I never thought I'd say this, but I really wanna go back in my cell.
"Hey Bert," Frank said with a smirk. He was naked too [obviously]. He had tattoos everywhere and his piercings were gone. I guess the cops made him take them out. Ew, his ears were all floppy from the missing gauges.
I couldn't help but glimpse at his cock. It's a natural instinct. He was so pale.
"Hey, how's it going?" I said.
"Trying to avoid the alpha men, you?"
"Thinking."
"About?"
"If we can all find each other easy. Where are the guys' cells?"
"We all go down in a row."
"Are you in a cell with anyone?"
"Jeph."
"What about Travis?"
"He's in one by himself. Gerard is in a cell with a Klypto maniac."
".. That's bad."
"Yeah," Frank rubbed the back of his neck in worry. "I hate my cell, because Brendon and Spencer are right beside me. They're so annoying."
My eyes widened "Brendon is in jail!? I understand Spencer, but the theater arts kid!?"
He looked behind him and leaned in closer to my ear. "He's planning to escape too."
"How do you know this?"
"I heard him talking with Spencer."
"Oh.. Well what do they plan on doing? How will they escape?"
He said "They're gonna dress up as cops."
I laughed. "How are they supposed to do that?"
He rolled his eys to the left.
My smile faded.
".. He's going to kill them!?"
"Shh!"
A cop winced at us.
"Sorry," I said, then covered my mouth.
"No.. You know Ryan, right?"
I let go of my mouth "Ryan Ross? The baby-faced one? Who's like 20?"
"He's 21 now, but yeah. He's gonna pose as a visitor, giving Brendon a box of pants and then Jon is going to come in the next day as a visitor and give them a pair of sunglasses and a blouse."
A pair of sunglasses?
"What about the ID? I think that's the most important."
"That's what the sunglasses are for. You can't identify anyone without their eyes, right? They'll just steal any cop ID and pretend to be them for the time being. I don't know how they'll do it, but they're pretty good at acting."
"And again, how do you know all this information?" I crossed my arms. "I think you're making some of it up."
"No, no I swear! Jeph heard it too. You can go ask him yourself."
"Well how were you suppose to do that when they were cells away?"
"Cells away? I told you, they were literally right next to us."
"Alright.. I still don't know why they're kept for double the nights-.. That's right!" I smacked my forehead.
"Wha?"
"Brendon isn't a first timer. I remember he told me about attending some illegal strip club downtown. It was a masquerade one too, and the police caught him. The funny thing was, his girlfriend went under cover to see if he were cheating on her, 'ya know? But in the end, the cops come and he got arrested with her."
"Oh, so he isn't gay.. How did he get out?"
"Bail out. Took a while though. I remember he wasn't in the academy for a month. Mr. Burton and Mr. McGrath was pissed."
"Ahah. Wow."
"Yeah, so are you sure you got this?"
"Yep."
"Great."
"Alright ladies! You know what it's time for? Hair cuts!" One of the male police men said.
"NO!!" I heard most of them say.
"Yes!" And you will be picked at random. Just for shits and giggles. So go back to your cells and wait to be the lucky ones."
I swear, this was worse than military camp.
When we all got dressed [in our orange jumpsuits] we were put into our cells for the night.
I saw Jimmy Euringer or Jimmy Urine. I lifted my head in a 'sup?'. He smiled. Something glimmered between his teeth.
One of the keys! But how-
"Pssst!"
I looked to my left. It was Travis behind bars. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit as well.
"Jimmy is on our side."
I smirked, "cool."
I saw some weird guy with long brown hair just sitting on the toilet seat like a chair. That could be the Klypto maniac.
Well. Now that Jimmy is on our side, there could be a chance.
I just hope I'm not the one to get a haircut.