The Art of Hatred

Chapter 2 - Counseling

"Um, may I ask as to why I'm in plain ass, cramped as fuck, room forced to sit next to fuckboy over here, Counselor?" I said as Jim, the counselor, walked in. "First of all, I've told you many times to just call me Jim. Secondly, would you please refrain from using your...colorful language when on school grounds. And lastly, the boy to your left named DAVID says that you've been bullying him and his friends." Jim explained in his normal soft tone. "You've gotta be fucking joking, right? This guy is like three times my size." I said. "Bullying is not a joke Matthew. Anyone can become a victim of it." Jim stated. "Firstly, my name is Matt. Secondly, bullying doesn't just 'HAPPEN to ANYONE.' It happens to fucking minorities and poor people and shit. NOT popular, good looking, football jackoffs that have like millions of friends and date the hottest bitch that's always a part of the cheerleading team you dumb fuck!" I reasoned, enraged. "I will not take this sort of tone from you Matthew!" Jim said sounding insulted. "He sounds like he has anger management issues, Jim," David's big-mouth claimed judgingly. "You know what David, you may very well be right. Matthew, starting next week I would like you to attend the Self Help club. Th-" "Hell if I'm going." I interrupted. "Matthew, I didn't want to force you however you've left me no choice. You WILL be going once every Friday or else you'll be expelled." Jim said. "Pfff, you have no power to enforce that threat of yours." I remarked. "You know, the principal wanted to kick you out of here at the end of your FIRST semester when you were a FRESHMEN. However, I talked to him and told him about your previous circumstances and convinced him to let you stay. You're a fucking Sophomore now Matthew. Get your shit in order and stop being a pain in my ass." Jim said surprisingly angrily. "By the way, the school council is in charge of the club so you'll have plenty of time to apologize to David and all his friends. David, could you help Matthew get to class and make sure he goes to the club?" He asked reverting back to his sweet tone. "Sure thing, coach," David responded as if he'd failed some sort of mission. In which I later found out he had. That son of a bitch was trying to get me expelled. However, he didn't know about the fact that the counselor has a soft spot for me. Why the soft spot? 'Cause I used to be in his L.A. class and when I confided in him about my situation he got my original parents canned and had me put in foster care knowing that his neighbors wouldn't be able to say no so he had me move there so that he could 'keep an eye out' for me. "What the fuck is your problem anyway?" I ask as David and I walk to class. "My problem? You're the problem. I would've gotten into those girls pants if it weren't for you insulting me right in front of them." Huh. That's some pretty interesting info considering the fact that neither of those girls were his girlfriend. I decide that I'd rather keep that info for later use...