We carried on to interstate 5. Wooden Town was near. I put on my wireless headphone; classic country songs that Andrew always had in the car was driving me crazy. I bet he's from the South cause of his music taste and accent, but he never confirms or denies it. Secret agent things, I guess.
He picked up my left headphone. "What do you listen? ... Really, reggaetón."
I got back my headphone and said, "What's the problem? Do you prefer I heard a romantic ballad or something for the style?"
" It's not this. Although you can hear some romantic teen songs," he had changed the mood "and don't know, maybe they encouraged you to look for a girlfriend or boyfriend of your age."
I had a lifeless gaze, "I don't want a relationship, especially with someone of my age. These people want things that I don't want."
"For example? I know, they want to meet you, and you want to be alone. Casual sex with strangers doesn't need that you open up." I didn't think to respond to him. He thought he could get me to play his game, but I wasn't gonna fall this time. "Do you tell your family about your powers or parents?"
"I have a psychologist, don't need that you analyze me. And not; it's better this way." I looked away trying to avoid this conversation.
"The psychologist that sent me reports about you isn't progressing with the therapy."
" Do you hear about doctor-patient privilege?" I said sarcastically.
"This would apply if you go for yourself, not if the juvenile court force you."
"Man, I don't get into trouble, I get passable grades, I have a part-time job, and I go to the shrink session in Portland two times a week. What do you want to me?" I said frustrated.
"Dylan, I want to be well," he started with the good cop approach, "I know that you have had a hard life, but now you have a chance that you need. You are important to me."
"Not, I'm your job."
He took off his sunglasses and glanced at me with his blue eyes. "You're both," he glanced at the road again. "If this life doesn't like you, you have other options. The FAHEA is looking to recruit you; you could get emancipated this way."
"Never do you ask this of me again," Perfect, I was playing his game He knows that I hate this shit of HEA being 'patriotic heroes.'
"Okey, okay. We were already near your house."
"Yo; do you tell them about where you found me?"
"Ahh, not, I won't." He gave me a smirk. "Remember that you can call me when you need me," he gave me one of his typical cards. There are thousands of theses over my room, but he wouldn't let me get out of the car until I got one.
"I know. Thank you. And I know that I'm important to you."
Andrew tried to help my mother, he rescued me from the street. He found my family and came to see me biweekly. I shouldn't be so moron with him, but he is the only that knows me. And this scare.
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Dylan
Teen Fiction"Do you know this feeling of whatever you do, you're going to fuck it? For me, it's not a feeling it's my day-to-day. Hooking up with someone older, yelling at my social worker, or kissing a girl for whom I feel nothing is only a small part of my pr...
