Soulmates

Chapter 2 : Run

We both shared a small moment of pleasantries, with me just sitting down in the chair in front of his desk and him smiling softly. He looked down towards me and then said while clasping his hands together,

"This may be the earliest I've seen you here Dallas, it's not even eight yet and I half expected you to show up at around eight thirty, your normal time." I rolled my eyes and remained silent, not because I was worried about any particular punishment this man may give me, but just because anything I say will spark a discussion. This guy is WAY too soft, I mean like 'step-father who's desperately trying to get along with his kids and step-kids' level of softness. He's easy to manipulate, easy to extort, and easy to hurt, he's no fun to talk to at all, and even with my adherent lack of rules he still treats me like I'm a normal student. And I can't tell if that means he's overqualified or under qualified. Either way, he's boring. After noticing that I wasn't speaking, he spoke,

"I know you were probably not thinking about the consequences back then, and I can understand the frustration of being in detention for as long as you have been. But Dallas, you can't just up and walk out of detention- or run out, I suppose." He waited for a response, I gave him nothing. He continued,

"Dallas, I know you must hear this a lot from your teachers, but now it's my turn to ask. Is everything alright?" Heh, that's a laugh. First of all, none of my other teachers ever ask me that, it's usually just 'Stop that' or 'Quit it' or 'Go to the principal's office.' But I do have to give him some credit, there used to be teachers who would ask students questions like that, but they were the first to break to me, and that was fun for me, this however? This is not.

I remained silent. The principal sighed and then spoke,

"I thought you'd be like that, so I ended up doing a bit of research myself." Research? About what exactly? He then spoke, and if I knew beforehand exactly what he was going to say, I would've walked out right then and there and flipped him off,

"Ever since childhood you've always stood out, multiple school transfers to accommodate your mother's career, frequent agitation towards anybody who tries to direct you, and no past positive relationships with anyone- why I'd probably say the closest that you've ever been with someone was when you were fighting them. You stand out Dallas, but not in a positive way. From what it appears to me, you seem to have some attention seeking behaviors." Attention seeking? Really? Is that the best bullshit you can come up with? I stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped,

"Dallas, please sit back down. I'm not trying to hurt you, but If you leave now, you'll automatically get detention." I said in rebuttal,

"What's the point? You're going to send me anyways, so why should I listen?"

"Because if you do, I may have a better chance to understand you, and maybe, just maybe, I can see about letting you off of this detention in placement of some private therapy." Private therapy? What the fuck is going on about? But the main thing I got from that was that if I listen to him, I may not have to go see the old bitch in detention and may actually live, so with a sigh I decided that I should hear him out. I sat down and then simply said,

"I'll stay, but if you cross a line, I'm leaving." The principal spoke,

"Dallas, this is not a matter where you can just leave. I'm honestly trying to help you out here, I want you to feel safe here, to feel that you're respected and that people listen to you." I snarled and then said,

"And from what it seems like right now, is that all you're doing is bitching around and making me pissed off. You know nothing about my life, and I hate it when people pretend they do, but no, go ahead, be the bastard that says that all my life that I've been treated wrong and that my personality is wrong just because I'm not a fucking pushover." He paused, and then asked,