Not Good Enough (On Hold)

2) Ogling The Volunteer

"Oh this is fucking balls man!"

I was sat on a really uncomfortable plastic chair, with Deeks and Dylan on either side of me. The rest of the chairs were empty, and we were waiting for the rest of the 'delinquents' to arrive for our so-called counselling session. 

I'd much rather be doing extra community service hours, then discussing personal issues with a bunch of random strangers - at least with community service it was fairly simple tasks like handing out flyers for local businesses. 

"Mate, what time did it say on the letter?" Dylan asked. 

"I dunno," Deeks replied. 

My friends were idiots. It had clearly said on the letter that we had to be here for 10am; it was now 10:15. 

We had been waiting for 15 minutes for someone to turn up. If no one came within the next 5 minutes, the three of us would be out of there - compulsory or not.

Dylan had stood up preparing to leave, when the door of the room burst open. Through it came a group of 15 teens, who looked as if they were roughly the same age as us. 

Dylan sat down immediately, not wanting to look stupid. 

"Sorry I'm late lads!" A woman in her late forties rushed into the room, after the group had settled themselves into the remaining chairs. She was looking at me, Deeks and Dylan apologetically. 

"It's alright, miss," Dylan piped up, "none of us wanted to be here," he said gesturing towards himself,  Deeks and I. 

"Now, now lads, that's not the attitude I want from you. You're all here to overcome problems and learn that being good isn't so bad." 

This lady was obviously smoking something if she was coming out with lines like that, to a group of teens who looked as if they couldn't give a shit about counselling sessions. 

Deeks suddenly nudged me, as the lady, Jeanette Preston, began to explain why we were here.

He subtly pointed towards a girl who was sat across from us in the circle. I turned to face him, and saw that neither he nor Dylan were paying attention to Jeany, but were drooling over this girl. 

When I looked back towards where the girl sat, to get a closer look at her, I noticed she had gone. 

At first glance I could instantly tell she was nothing like the girls in the room - most of them were caked up in too much make-up, dressed like slags; or decked out in track suit bottoms with their Nike Air Maxes; or looked as if they had a drug or alcohol problem. 

But not her. 

I glanced around the room to look where she had gone, and hadn't realised she was stood in the middle of the circle with Jeany, until she had started speaking.

"Hey... I'm Abi... Abi Hays and I'm 15. I volunteer here because my older brother, Kye, was a little bit of a shit who had to come to these sessions, and always dragged me along with him. I kinda found them boring at first, seeing as I didn't do anything to attend them in the first place, but then after a while Jeany, here, asked if I wanted to help out. And I found it quite cool... So yeah... that's all you need to know about me."

I was hardly listening to a word she was saying; I was too busy ogling her instead.

She had caramel blonde hair, which she had back combed to puff out from her head, and she had vibrant electric blue eyes, which were hidden beneath the overly large nerd glasses she wore. 

She wore a tight pair of high waisted, leather shorts that clung to the curves of her tiny arse, and a peach coloured chiffon shirt, with nothing but a black bandeau underneath. And to complete her sexy yet chic look, she wore a pair of huge suede wedges, which made her slightly taller than her 5'5" height. 

This whole combination had most of the boys dribbling. Didn't she know not to have dressed like that in a room full of hormonal teenage boys, who were there because of their 'delinquent' behaviour? 

I didn't exactly know her to be protective of her, but looking around and seeing the other boys eyeing her like a piece of meat made me feel shameful for doing the same. 

She wasn't the prettiest girl in the world - some of Deeks' female friends were a lot prettier; she didn't have the biggest arse or the biggest jugs (they were Beth Behrs like in size), but she, for some reason, appealed to the inner horny teenager inside me. 

I hadn't realised that I had been deep inside my thoughts for that long, until Jeanette had dismissed us. She was obviously a shit counsellor if she didn't realise that some of us weren't even paying attention to whatever crap she was saying. Me for instance. 

I was too busy trying to subtly glance at her little helper, without feeling perverted about it. 

Hopefully these sessions would continue like this; me not paying attention and Jeany not noticing. That way, they'd go quicker and we'd be done in no time. Maybe I could talk to Abi. She probably wouldn't mind if I did. After all... she did volunteer to be here. 

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This is more of a filler chapter to introduce Abi. It took me ages to figure out how I wanted Hayden to be... but in the end I want him to be a decent guy, so he won't be shamelessly ogling Abi. I also wanted him to acknowledge that he finds Abi attractive. 

Also if anyone can find a suitable photo of Abi from the descriptions please send them to me. There is a picture of Dylan to the side, who is played by the beautiful Elyar Fox.

Please comment your thoughts xx 

~Talia~