The Counselor

Chpt 2. Almost, But not quite home

Gabriel set the last of Matt's things on his rug. He didn't like his side of the room. Its cream walls filled with band and anime posters annoyed him. His bed though neatly made, was going to be ruined in a couple of hours. Boxes labeled with Stuff and Books were in a corner near his side's cramped closet. The new laptop on a desk was shut off and hidden by large amounts of paper. He inspected it, homework to be presumed—or duty paper.

"What are you doing?" He looked over his shoulder to see Matt leaning on the wall, hands casually in his pockets.

"I was just making sure everything you needed was here," his voice calm and sure. He even had the gall to walk to his side—which only had the bed and some papers on his minimalist desk.

"Well, if you're done, get out. I need this room." Sauntering over to the bed, he dramatically fell back on it, messing up the comforter.

"Why do you need to be in here now," Gabriel questioned as he stretched his bicep until he heard a 'pop.'

Sitting up, he made a fist like it was obvious. "That counselor guy wants me to come to the dining hall for lunch, I'm not going," he huffed.

"So?" Gabriel twisted his waist.

"So! I have to be with that weirdo for a whole hour! 60 Minutes!" At those words, Gabriel grabbed the scrawny kid and started to push him to the door

"You will go and enjoy the lunch," before the kid could say anything else, he was tossed out, and the door locked. "Tell me how it goes."

The dining hall was a bit...much. Too elegant: red velvet walls with gold lining, the tables, and chairs designed from silver. In front of Matt was his favorite, chicken cordon bleu. Only, he never told him his favorite.

His parents left after the tour reminding him to do his homework and to be good. So basically, he was alone. Well, not really. A few people had decided to join the lunch: a kid with blond tossed locs with bright blue eyes, a girl with long dark hair and heavy makeup, and a shy kid with glasses and a side-swept haircut. The Counselor aimlessly chatted away with the others as he picked at his food.

"Hey, what's your name?" The blond kid whispered since he was sitting next to Matt. He rolled his eyes, Great. Now I have to socialize.

He tried to shift away but something wouldn't allow it, no matter what way he moved, he moved forward. "Name's Tyler, there's Luna and Allen." Pointing to the other two who gave a smirk and looked away. He nodded to the group and imagined he was somewhere else. It didn't work, that blond idiot keeps talking about he'll have a great time here, he'll meet more people and the like. He could have cared less.

"Is something wrong?" The Counselor's eyes turned towards him in confusion. It was just like when he touched his hand, the powerful feeling now traveling through the air. "N-no...." He mumbled as he looked away.

"You don't seem to be enjoying your food, do you want something different?" He shook his head, "When is this going to be over?"