The bell rang for lunch, bringing me an hour closer to my first counselling session; whoop tee freaking do.
It was Taco Tuesday so I slowly made my way to James' table for my tacos. I picked up my tray and started to walk away when James got up and fell in to step with me on my way to my usual table for one.
"You okay today?" He asked referring t my brain doctor visit after lunch.
"I am as I always am.." I said trailing off.
"Plotting and scheming?"James asked suspiciously.
"The less you know the better, brother" I said turning to him and smiling evilly.
"Riggghhht, well I promised mom and dad to try my best to keep you out of trouble so if you could avoid expulsion and or murder that'd be great, thanks" he joked, or at least I thought he was joking.
"I make you no promises. The lines between sociopath and psychopath are pretty much blurred at this point" I shrugged and walked towards my seat.
I heard him sigh in exasperation and walk back to his seat at the head of the popular table.
And now I can enjoy my tacos in peace. I picked up the the fried shell encased goodness and was about to take a bite but was interrupted by unsanctioned company.
"Oh don't stop on my account, i'm curious about the things that you can fit in your mouth" a smirk lacing his every word.
"Must everything be sexual with you?" I rolled my eyes.
"What can I say, you bring out the horny teenage boy in me. Take that as a well earned compliment" he winked.
I pulled the taco away from my mouth and scowled "Don't you have somewhere else to be obnoxious or some loose wench to bed" I said, rolling my eyes.
He placed his hand on his chest "Oh doll face, you wound me" he said sarcastically.
"Is that an invitation to do so" I said, gesturing to the plastic knife on my tray.
He leaned forward over the table, and spoke in a lower and deeper tone of voice, "I have better ways in mind you can do that" he said suggestively.
I followed his lead and leaned closer to him, "You wouldn't be able to handle me even if I came with instructions."
He arched his brow, amused, "care to find out what I can and can't handle, doll face" he smirked again.
At this point my loins were well stirred and satisfying my curiosity sounded better than an hour of Mrs Fliange gaging just how crazy I might be.
I cocked my head to the side, pretending to mull over the idea in my mind, "I might have a free period next, what ever did u have in mind" I said, my breath blowing against his neck.
He trembled lightly and seeing the effect I had on him boosted my confidence even more. We inched closer together with each passing sentence, until I was close enough to detect a faint woodsy scent with a hint of peppermint.
Just as he was about to give another titillating response, his phone vibrated with a text that captured his attention wholly.
There goes my entertainment.
Minutes passed, our short conversation long forgot and my taco's, one by one, being devoured. I watched him closely as he went from casually replying to furiously texting until he shoved his phone back into his pocket. He turned his focus to his burger and began chewing it angrily, I watched as his thoughts raced and his chews became more and more aggressive until finally he finished the poor burger and started on his Gatorade.
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The Badboy and the Sociopath
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