Stop acting like one? Chrissy was beginning to remember why she'd been put here in the first place. Punching dumbasses. She decided to drop it though, and moved on. He stretched and she wondered if he was intentionally trying to seduce her. She shook the idea out of her mind for being so riddiculous.
Do they? Of course they do. She knew that the guards loked at her when she walked by, she probably got in the highest amount of stupid trouble out of everyone there. On top of that, creepy guards that were stuck guarding a bunch of 'rowdy' teenagers didn't have much in their life as far as relationships. Everytime she caught some pedo staring at her she wondered how being in a jail wasn't enough reminder that statutory rape was illegal. She'd considered getting fat a couple of times, but she had no desire to gain weight and nevertheless enjoyed physical activity. Regardless, she wouldn't mind getting the attention of someone her age.
Talk to him? She nearly scoffed, her skill set and she was designated pretty destraction. She was insulted. Why couldn't he destract the guard? He was annoying, and arrogant, and insulting, and constantly providing her amusement by giving the guards and other members of the facility crap. He could destract the guard just as well as she could. Except he had the subtlety of a giant ape in a unicorn costume in a Catholic church. Whatever, she could be a destractor and she'd be damn good at it. She looked at herself in the reflection of the dark gym window, or not. She was still a mess and wearing yoga capris and her high school gym shirt wasn't the most attractive thing around.
He finished his explanation of the plan and yelled, she knew it was simply so she'd have a reason to go over there but goddamn it if she didn't hate yelling. Talk to him, ask about the key, get rejected, leave in a huff. Don't. Look. At. The. Keys.
She let out a fake (not not appearing so) huff of frustration and stomped off right past the guard. She back stepped after passing him and giving him a wide smile. "Oh, hi there, I didn't see you." She said, making sure she was almost too close. "Well, I'm doing terrible, so at least tell me that you're having a nice day."
He didn't look like he had any clue as to what to do or say. He looked starstruck, or like a deer in the headlights, or both. He stared at her for a moment before speaking, squeeking out his words lightly. "I, uh, well my friend Burt's sick so I-I'm not doing too swell myself."
She pouted lightly before smiling, "Well let me know if I can make your day any better, alright?" She didn't give him any time to ponder what she had said or meant before she continued. "Can you let me into the gym? With you watching it'd be alright, right?"
"Well-ah- sure, but I can't leave this spot," He explained, sounding seriously apologetic. As if he actually owed her. She worked hard to stop from rolling her eyes.
"Do you have the key?" She finished with, "I promise I won't break anything." She thought she saw him twitch, but she made sure to keep her eyes on his face.
"No, I can't do that," He said, stuttering lightly.
"Well fine," Chrissy finished her conversation. She stormed off then, feeling his eyes on her as she left. Johnny, you're a go, she thought.