Once again, karma. He probably didn't like her because of that whole situation. She didn't even like herself because of it at the moment. She really should have used some better phrasing. After being ignored for a few seconds, she went and sat down on her bed, then decided to check on her arm.

its black and purple.

uh-oh.

She had the bright idea to poke it. Bad idea. She winced at the sudden burst of pain. Hopefully it didn't get poked throughout the day.

then the freindly guard walked over, glanced at her with a pained expression, and walked past before she could return the dollar. curiously, he has subtly dropped a slip of paper into her cell without the other guard realizing.

She was confused, but decided to pick up the paper.

it was a note. the writing had some wet blobby spots, likely from tears.

Hello, my freind acquaintance. im sorry if i insulted you in some way, but believe it or not, i dont blame you or hate you for it. i still like you. can we talk? meet me in the janitors closet near the restrooms when you go to lunch. ill make sure we arent caught and dont get in trouble.

Kyle

So they had a name. There names was Kyle. She didn't know why he thought they could get in trouble for meeting up to talk. She would ask that when she met up with him during lunch. She also didn't know why he said he liked her.

whelp, now she got excited to go to lunch for a reason not related to sweets. nice.

Yeah. But she hasn't even had breakfast yet, and there was probably an experiment between her and lunch. Hopefully she didn't die.

then the rude guard stormed in, grabbed her bruised arm painfully, and then thought before smirking and dropping her before leaving without her, door locked.

a bit later, he returned with oatmeal and a banana. no sweets.