Good, bad and insane

chapter four

Louis pov

"Get up man." I wake up slowly and open my eyes to see my friend Dean.

"Go away." I mumble under my breathe as I pulled the sheets over my head.

"You're going to miss breakfast." He says softly sitting on the end of my bed.

I slowly got up rubbing my eyes and going to the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror.

"You aren't the Louis, I use to know." I whispered to myself quietly as I slipped on my sneakers as Dean and I walked outside my room to the cafeteria.

It was filled with different people most days. People who stay here usually leave after a few weeks, but others are long term. I sighed to myself as Dean and I picked out our breakfast and found our usual table.

"I am going to get out of here in 2 weeks. Rehab here has really helped me, I haven't smoked weed since I have been here." Dean stated proudly as a have him a weak smile.

Dean was checked into this place by his rich parents. He had a bad drug addiction which put him in here. He is only 16 years old and even though his parents raised him well he had a serious drug addiction.

"When are you suppose to get out of here?" Dean asked me as he munched on his scrambled eggs.

"Not sure yet Dean. When I do get to leave, I have no where to go." I explain with sass in my voice as I put my head down to the table picking at the bacon on my plate with a fork.

After finally finished eating I see, Samuel. Samuel is a straight up nerd. Glasses, turtle neck, and spenders.

"I get-t out on Monday and my parents are g-going to enroll me back at school. " He stuttered to his friends as he stood up. I sped walked my way over and trip him making him drop his trey and his glasses.

"Opps! Fag, don't lose your balance." I said towering over him.

"L-Louis please I-I..." He started, but I finished by slamming his face into his trey of left over eggs.

"Tomlinson! My office now!" A loud booming voice yelled and I already knew it was Mrs.Parker.

I get off the boy with a grunt as I walked to the woman in the slutty see through black dress along with her hot pink wolverine finger nails. I slowly followed behind her to her office. She opened the door widely as I walked through and slammed it behind her.

"What gives you the nerve to think that it is okay to hurt someone!?" She shouted at me from across her desk.

"Look I didn't hurt anyone! I didn't lay a finger on that fag!" I explain loudly sitting up in the chair.

"You and your petty lies will be doing dishes and washing the windows for the next 3 days. This is your last warning." She stated firmly.

"What the hell! That will take hours each day! I'm not here to work!" I shouted slamming my hands on her desk.

"Look. I get your disorder causes lying, aggressiveness, impulsivity, and irresponsibly, but change starts with yourself." She said as calmly as possible to me.

"I'm not some kindergartener. I am who I am. Jacking me full of meds isn't going to change who I am!" I shouted at her as I leave her office with the loud slam of the door.

The door quickly opened as she handed me a bottle of cleaner and a rag to clean all the windows. I snatch it out of her hand using all my might to hold back on doing something I'll regret. I went to the end of the hall as started cleaning.

I stopped for lunch, but sat alone. I guess Dean got to freaked out about me beating up Samuel. He deserved it. I took my time eating so I could avoid as much cleaning for one day. Eventually I had to go back to cleaning. As I go back to the window I was cleaning I see that curly headed kid from the other day walking out of Mrs.Parkers office.

"Curly." I said firmly. He looked up as if I said his name directly.

"It's Harry by the way." He said with a polite look coming towards me.

"What are you doing here? Employees under 20 only work Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays." I said as I threw the rag on the ground. Wait why do I even care?

"I forgot to sign a few papers while I was here yesterday." Harry said with a sly smile on his face.

"Mrs.Parker told me what happened today." Harry stated again looking at his feet.

"Does it look like I care?" I snapped at him giving him a glare.

"I don't know. I am going to go with no." Harry said. What a dork. I noticed he was wearing baggy jeans with a lose shirt.

"You look 13 by the way curly." I mumble to him as I continued to wash the window. I hear him chuckle under his breathe.

"How does it feel to be shorter than a "13 year old" then?" He questions laughing. I stand up and realize that he is about 4 inches taller. He just laughs even more.

"I will mess you up." I growl under my breathe.

"See ya Wednesday!" He hollered already half way down the hall with his long legs he moves pretty fast.

"What a tall dork." I say to myself chuckling.

I continued to wash the windows without even knowing I missed dinner. I yawned as I went to the opposite end of the hall to my room. I went in the bathroom and stood on my toes and sighed. I slipped right into bed thinking about the crap load of dishes I am going to have to do tomorrow.