Complicated

17. Impressions.

The whole school has been talking about Jake and Chres fighting. They say how Jake got his ass handed to him and that Chres has the power to get the football team to championships. As for Roshon, he cared for none of the gossip. With Chresanto being suspended, he had no one to talk to. For the 7 days he was suspended, he skipped lunch to go study. Roshon strolled through the halls, looking for empty class rooms to study in. At one point, he noticed Ilianeliz eating alone, reading to herself.

He stopped at the doorway of the room and interrupted her reading. "Why are you in here?" he asked nicely. Ilianeliz looked up and scoffed. "Why do you care?" She looked back to her book. "You shouldn't be coped up in here. You should be hanging with your girlfriends." Ilianeliz marked her page and closed her book. "Listen. I'm fine here alone and I don't need any "girlfriends" to talk to."

"Okay, I'm sorry for mentioning it.. is it okay that I study here?"

"Shouldn't you be 'hanging with your bros'?"

"Well.. I don't really have friends here so no. I rather just study.." There became an awkward silence.

"Oh alright." Roshon walked into the room and sat across from Ilianeliz. She glared at him as he opened up his bag and pulled out his notes.

"Ugh, I don't know why he had to choose this room to come to.. but he's just as pathetic as I am," Ilianeliz thought to herself.

"What are you reading anyways?" he asked, closing up his bag. Ilianeliz picked up the book, showing Roshon the cover. The words 'The Rose That Grew From Concrete' were branded on it. "Tupac?" Roshon questioned. Ilianeliz nodded her head and popped a dorito into her mouth. "You like poetry?" She nodded her head again as she chewed. "Are you going to talk to me?" She shrugged and looked at her book. "Okay.." Roshon pouted, going back to his work. Ilianeliz looked at the depressed look on his face and found no pity for it. She went on reading and he studied until the lunch bell rang. After it went off, they went their seperate ways without saying a word.

"I don't know what's wrong with me.." Roshon thought.

At home, Chresanto slept in and did nothing but eat and watch tv inbhis pajamas. Soon, he realized he lost track of time. He was still required to go to therapy as a deal with Michelle. He grabbed one of his hoodies, put on some pants and shoes and went to go catch a bus. Michelle explained everything about this therapy situation; how to get there, what to do, what will happen, etc. At the 7th stop of the bus, he made it to where the session was held. Looking around, he noticed something, but didn't know what it was. Chres shrugged it off and walked into the building to the front desk. There was a woman typing aggressively on her computer. "Excuse me, can you tell me where the foster-" Chresanto began asking. The woman put her hand up, gesturing him to stop talking, then pointed the right. "Thank you?" He said, going to the direction he was sent to.

He walked through a set of doors and entered a room with a small circle of people. There was about 10 people, one of them being the person in charge. A woman who looked like she was in her mid 30's with brown mid length hair. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. Chres slowly walked closer to the group, "Hi.."

"What's your name?"

"Chresanto.."

"I like your name. I'm Vanessa, nice to meet you!" she said, reaching to shake Chresanto's hand. They had an awkward handshake then Vannesa offered him a seat. He already felt that this would just be another boring experience.