It had been two weeks since Jerome and Rumer had met. Enthralled with one another, they had begun to make time everyday to spend with each other.
That day, Jerome was sitting in the rec cell waiting on Rumer when he spotted a newcomer, blonde and bored looking. He got up and walked over to her, "Hey there, beautiful." He said smiling. The woman just flipped a page in her magazine, unamused, "Keep walking ginger."
"Geez, just trying to be nice." He said lightly. Seeing her constant look of boredom though, Jerome got straight to the point, "So, whatcha in for?" He asked excitedly, met with another bored flip of the pages, "Killed my parents."
Jerome smiled at that. It wasn't gassing a room of cheerleaders, but he could relate. "Well what do ya know, me too! Well, just my mom, but that's not the point. You know, a little lady like you should have friends in a place like this." Now she looked at him, "What like you?"
At her speculation, Jerome shook his head firmly, "Oh no, I've already got a pretty good friend here, but you see the guy staring at you? Richard Sionis. Super rich, he killed twenty-five people, just for fun. He'd make a great friend."
Seemingly tired of Jerome, she stood up, "Hey, you, Baldy, come here. Hi, my name is Barbara, would you be my friend?" The guy she'd called over, Aaron, nodded with a goofy smile, "And if someone tried to hurt me, would you protect me?" Another nod, "Thanks cutie!" Barbara said, resuming her previous position, "There, a friend." She droned while also hoping to get Jerome off of her back and out of her face.
Jerome smiled, "Oooh, you're bad," He could hear marching from down the hall, "Attention! Forwaaaard march!" Not too long afterwards, Rumer came into view, marching with the two guards escorting her, "There's my girl," Jerome turned to Barbara, "You're bad... but she's terrible." He said with a laugh as he watched her over his shoulder.
Barbara watched, still extremely nonchalant, as Rumer made her way to the cell, giving one of the guards his hat back as she got behind the bars, "Gentlemen, dismissed!" She said, saluting them and closing the door.
Turning around she looked for Jerome and found him sitting with Barbara. Rumer made her way over, sliding in beside Jerome, "Hey kid," She looked him over trying to realize what was different, "Want a picture sweetness? I've heard it lasts longer." Jerome said, quoting Rumer as he leaned closer to her face, "Shut up... hair, your hair. I like it today. The messier style suits you, kid. It's cute."
Getting past that, Rumer looked at Barbara, "And I see you've already met Miss Kean. I had a feeling the two of you would hit it off. He killed his mom, you killed your parents. I don't know what this world has come to, but apparently it's you guys." Rumer said, laughing at the people she had become used to meeting.
Barbara looked at her, "And who are you?" She said in annoyance as she sat her magazine down. "No need for such a hasty remark, Barbara. It's Mills, Rumer Mills. You're a tad disrespectful, but because I have a heart, if you need anything, let me know. Everyone needs friends here."
Barbara smiled at her sarcastically, "I already have a friend."
Now Rumer let out a harsh laugh, wiping at imaginary tears, but grew deathly serious quite quickly, "Yeah, I noticed. Your friend's a gorilla, but my friends," Jerome cut her off, clearing his throat in an exaggerative manner, "Excuse me, our friends, can get you things." Rumer finished, giving a thumbs up and cartoonish wink to Sionis.
"Can I get a phone?" Barbara asked, part disbelieving, part hopeful request. Jerome began to nod his head, but Rumer stopped him, "This time, but you might want to think about being a bit more grateful before you ask for anymore favors. People have died for less."
Rumer stood, about to walk away when Barbara spoke up again, "Wait, what did you do to get you in here?" Rumer smiled wide and maliciously, a smile Jerome had never seen on her, "Killed one hundred twenty-four cheerleaders. I gassed the place, stabbed some, bashed others, and all for a friend.
"I can be nice Barbara, I really can. Please don't make me not be." With that, Rumer walked off to go to her cell, already fed up with the common room. "What did I tell ya? She's a beast." Jerome said, laughing.
Barbara looked in the direction Rumer left in with a nod of approval, "I think I'm gonna like her." She said quietly. Jerome chuckled, "I don't think you really have a choice, Barbs." He said, going to find Rumer and leaving Barbara to flip through her magazine again and think about the two teens.
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