=== Chapter one ===
"I swear to god, if you keep staring at my tits, I'm gonna fucking break your face," I snap, my voice simmering with annoyance.
"Sorry," he replies rigidly, head jerking away to focus on something else across the room. He shifts uncomfortably from my writhing glare and I make a loud, obvious noise of disgust.
God, so this is one of the twats I get to spend several weeks of my life with? Fan-fucking-tastic. I can't wait to meet the others... and is if on cur, I hear two male voices from outside the locker-room, fast approaching and getting louder. I glance down at the hideous orange jumpsuit and realise I just don't want to be here.
"Nah mate!" A hoarse voice exclaims. "I think that both ladies have quite a, er, charm!"
"You're so wrong. Antonia Thomas, yeah - Lauren Socha - no way!" Another voice laughs.
"What about with a bag over the head?"
The other guys laughs and the door opens suddenly. They're both insanely tall - but that's about it for similarities.
The one on the right has incredibly dark skin, smooth and flawless, with big brown eyes and a head of thick, black hair. He's more well built than the other who seems more skinny, with pale skin and floppy brown hair. He brow is pulled together as he grins idiotically.
They stop talking as they enter and instead eye up the guy beside me and myself. My face remains unwavering, passive and emotionless - in case they try anything.
"Why hello there," the pale one grins, standing a little too close for comfort.
"Before you say another word, please step back - I really like my personal space. A lot," I order.
His mouth opens to protest.
"Argue and you'll go home with one testicle," I offer.
"Righty-o," he coughs and takes a small step back.
"You must be the new guys, I'm Kurtis - that twat's Rudy," Kurtis grins.
"Now, now! No need for name calling!"
"Natasha's nice... can I call you Tasha?" Rudy asks, grinning.
"No," I bark. "My name is Natasha. Nothing else."
"Whoah, whoah, no need to get your panties in a twist! I was only asking!" He exclaims loudly and I roll my eyes.
"What about you mate?" Kurtis asks the guy beside me.
"Jon," he replies.
I glance over at him. He'd refuse to t alk or even look at me when I first walked in. Just stared at the ground... and up until these guys walked in, he kept sneaking glances at my fucking tits! Now he looks all cocky and confident like he belongs here or something. What a twat!
"So what're you here for?" Kurtis asks.
"I er, tried to steal the money from my neighbourhood Happy Shopper. Didn't work out so well."
"What about you Tasha?" Rudy asks.
"It's Natasha," I growl. "Call me anything else, one more time - I dare you."
He holds his hands up, palm showing, as a sign of surrendor and I let out a soft breath of annoyance, trying to not let him rattle me.
"So?" Kurtis asks.
I shrug. "I broke into this girls house and wrecked the place."
"She was a bitch."
"Cor, I wouldn't fancy getting on the wrong side of you!" Rudy laughs.
I glance over at him and arch my right eyebrow. "No, you wouldn't."
His cheeky grin remains in place, seeming unaffected by my choice of words. He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively and wink. I scoff and roll my eyes.
"When do we start?" Jon asks, rubbing his hands together.
"Why do you sound so fucking eager?" I ask, my face scrunching up slightly in distaste.
"The sooner we get started, the sooner we can finish, right?"
"Uh, wrong mate," Rudy replies huskily. "We have like, a set amount ot time - not work."
"Oh," he deflates suddenly. "Fuck."
"Oh isn't this nice?" A taunting voice interrupts before anymore can be said. "A lovely little family gathering, huh? Aww."
A man stands in the doorway. Tall with dirty blonde hair, slapped to the side with more gel than what should be natural.
"You must be the new two," he continues, glancing us over.
I can't help my scoff of disgust as his eyes linger on my tits. Perverts. Fucking perverts - the lot of them. I cross my arms over my chest.
"I don't see why you're all just standing there. Get on with some fucking work... or something," he tuts, turning away.
"Probation worker?" I guess.
"Only the finest for this generations young scum!" Rudy barks out with a laugh.
Did anyone see what I did? ;)
Oh and also, before anyone questions it, I'm just going to pretend like Shaun never died. He's my favourite probation worker - ever. Like seriously. SO HE IS ALIVE. WE SHALL NEVER SPEAK OF HIS INCIDENT. EVER.