You probably should stop annoying Chloe, but you don't know what to do with this uncomfortable silence.
"Is prison really as bad as they make it sound?" You ask hesitantly.
Chloe raises a perfect eyebrow at you. "That depends. What are you in for?" she asks you, climbing up to the top bunk.
You fiddle with the hem of your prison shirt a bit.
"My friend stole something really expensive, and she blamed it on me..." You mumble.
Chloe actually lets out a short laugh. "You're fucked," she states matter-of-factly.
You frown, and scrunch your eyebrows together. "Well, how did you get here?"
She smirks at you from up on her bed, laying on her stomach.
"I talked a loser into killing herself."
Your pale face grows paler, if it's even possible. You sit on the bottom bunk.
"And there are plenty of people in here for doing much worse, so I'd watch your back," Chloe says in amusement.
"You're not scared of the others?" You ask, laying down, staring up at the bed above you.
"Of course not. I may be pretty, but I know how to beat the shit out of someone if I need to."
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