Without as much as a knock, he barged into the guidance counselor's office and took a seat in a black cushioned chair.
"Sean," The dark haired man adjusted his glasses and looked up from his computer as a huff escaped the boy who was seated across from him, "What brings you to my office? How are you? How're you doing in your classes?"
"My soul is irritated. Good. Good, I have straight A's." He replied bluntly, sinking back into the chair as if he were about to throw a tantrum in the next minute.
"Cool, cool. Excited for your brother to graduate in May, I presume?"
Jack shrugged, "I guess. If he's smart enough to fucking graduate."
The response making the older man chuckle as he turned his full attention to Jack.
"So, what's been botheri-"
"I was just in orchestra and I was playing my violin minding my own business and Sarah decided to ruin my mood by telling me that when I mess up notes it makes her mess up. She's such a booty hole, like, almost everyday in orchestra she catches an attitude with me. Like, I was talking to Ronnie, not her. So, she can stay in her lane, honestly. I threatened to put her violin in the water fountain and I tried to break her violin bow in half but I failed and now I'm embarrassed and I'm just ready for the sweet release of death."
The guidance counselor, Mr. Johnson, really wasn't surprised as this is something he'd expect from Jack. He shook his head slightly, pulling a pack of Oreos from a drawer in his desk, offering Jack a few to calm him down.
"Oh, sweet!, Jack reached for the cookies. "I'd suck dick for an Oreo!"
He loves Oreos.
The twenty-something-year-old man rolled his eyes and folded his hands, propping his elbows on the surface of his somewhat crowded desk.
"I'll have to have a talk with her about it then. But before you leave, is there anything else I can do for you?"
Jack slumped further down in the chair, pondering as he glanced down at his shoes. The only shoes he wore when he wasn't rockin' the flops - Purple Crocs.
"Wow, people really be sleep on Crocs, bro. You should get a pair so you can be cool like me. They're even made from recycled materials, so they're literal trash."
"Go back to class now, Jack!" The man laughed, motioning for Jack to stand up and ushering him out of his office.
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Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.
FanficIn which a sweet Korean boy and an elated little Irish boy venture through the struggles and unpredictable events of their daily teenage lives together in the city of Cincinnati, Ohio.
