You're Driving Me Crazy

A Starter Pack

"Don't you have anything to tell me?" Carol cleared her throat gazing down at the disappointment sitting before her. That morning she had done much more different work, she had broken free of the house without any signs of movement and while driving down to school, she had focused on her breathing, counting one, two, three, and had almost crashed her car.

"Hum?" She crossed her arms as she had her legs crossed, sitting on the edge of the desk. She liked the patterns, the right arm on the left arm as the right leg was on the left leg. Patterns made the work with the demon in her life, easier; a demon called breathing. Breathing was not a necessity of her life, it had become a disgusting untouchable thing, sticking down to her chest, and didn't matter how hard she tried to tear her chest apart, scratching her skin, leaving red marks to reach that demon, it was untouchable.

"To respect of whom are you remaining silence?" She had her serious yet eager look. Despite her, Peter didn't have done much good job. After the tedious work of dressing up, he had found his dad yelling at his mom in the kitchen because she had been awake because of Peter that early and had woken everybody up. He needed his own space, and at that moment the only thing left to do was to leave the house...

"What do you want from me?" Peter said not sure of how she was going to response. He had his look down to the ground, following the edges of every ceramic of the library's floor. He had been late this morning, again. The difference between the rest of the days and Saturday was that actually Peter felt terrible about being late. He tried to not show the feeling of guilt so he could be seen more rebellious in her eyes.

She raised her eyebrow in surprise" What do I want from you? You were the one standing in the middle of the class cursing me, trying to get attention by making fun of me" Her British accent appeared even more in this sentence as her tone was getting louder.

He rolled his eyes in response. Peter was good at giving the teachers the worst of him. Teachers could be real assholes most of the times. And Mrs. Smith was different, she was much more worse than any goddamn teacher at that school. And the fact that she was so damn attractive, was pissing everybody off.

"Since when did you have become such a dirtbag?" Her voice was softer now, but steady. He refused to look her into the eyes. He could feel her eyes on him as he was biting down his lip, his leg trembling hard. He had been a dirtbag for as long as he could remember. He had caused so much pain to the others, but had never realized until that day, until her words, until her calm tone calling him a "dirtbag".

As she got no response, she put her glasses on the desk, sitting on the nearest chair to him, facing him. There was an awkward silence as she watched him sitting there in complete silence and not moving an inch, except for his leg, trembling still.

"What's going on hm? Why are you acting like this?" She broke the silence by talking those words out. Her voice was soft still, almost a whisper. And this time it worked. He looked her into the eyes, his eyes darker than usual.

"You don't have to pretend to care about my personal life." His voice was low and he looked like a little offended by what she had said earlier.

"I don't pretend" She shook her head gently. She had gone through so many difficult and emotional cases with students, but this one was a little different that the others. He was a pain in the ass, she could admit; but there was something about him that had never left her mind.

"You... you people only care about yourselves, why would I tell you anything about me?!" His voice raised at the ending of the sentence. His voice was shaking a little bit but she wasn't sure if that was because of the anger or him going emotional.

She smiled sadly" I see where the problem is..." She got up and walked to the desk right in the front of those chairs in a small corner of the library. "You don't trust people" She said, looking him directly in his eyes. Her moves caused him to look into her eyes as well, never breaking away from them. She was trying to get into his mind, find out what he was thinking; He could sense that.

"You don't have a clue about my life" He said, never breaking away from her eyes.

"Help me find out, help me understand"

He chuckled in response, his leg now moving faster in stress "You think I'm a kid?"

She just watched him like he was acting on the stage.

"I'm not a kid" He said getting no responses from her.

"I didn't say that" She said right away.

"I'm not a kid. Don't treat me like one" He cut her off.

"I wasn't going to"

The tension was growing as his leg was trembling faster and the patterns didn't mean anything anymore.

"Alright, I don't do this usually..." He cut her off right away" Forcing people to be in the same room as you are?"

She gave him an unsatisfying look, as she continued" I don't' usually treat students like this. I don't waste my precious time on people who don't know the price of it. " She said pointedly to his words" But this time...this time is different." She took a deep breath" Your behavior the other day, has gotten you in so much trouble already. You've got detentions on Saturdays..." He gasped" And torture lessons after school. And unfortunately with me." She paused to see his reaction." But I'll take advantage of this precious, one in the life time opportunity to get to know you...," She heard him chuckle" You won't get any extra homework to do if, if you promise me something" She paused looking straight into his eyes.

He was stuck. He could choose between a boring Saturday with her, doing extra homework and ridiculous writings about what has he done to be in this statement, or being free at least on his phone sitting in the empty library.

He rolled his eyes "What ?"

"Wright down anything that goes on your mind daily. doesn't matter. Anything from the disgusting looks of geography teacher or the grumpy math teacher or anything at home..."

"Are you kidding me?" He hated her so much.

"It's your choice!" She looked like she didn't care at all, but in the bottom of her heart, she did.

He waited for a moment to think about everything that was about to happen in the few weeks, he tried to guess and was actually disgusted by the feeling of seeing her every Saturday righting the same lines "Alright just get off my face"

"Good" She gave him a satisfying smile.

He got up ,trying to rush out of the room.

"See you in class" He heard her almost yelling as he stepped into the empty hallways. Walking down the hallways, the reflection sound of his footsteps seemed louder as Peter was getting lost in his thoughts. His life was a mess. She was right; he was a dirtbag. He felt so needy now that he had accepted to tell about himself to someone else. Maybe if he had grown a backbone and had pulled his life together, he wouldn't be in such a mess.

He began to walk faster as he heard the clicking sound of high heels, knowing well it was Mrs. Smith. He stepped outside of those doors and stood there for a moment. The fresh air hit his face and it was lovely, but that moment didn't last long. He looked at his phone screen 'Dad'... Couldn't be more perfect.

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