Counselling

Chapter 5

Alish's POV

I throw down my books in anger on to my tutors desk, sit down in his chair and start spinning. I spin counter clockwise until I feel sick and then change direction. It doesn't feel much but at least it's something to do. Sure it's not the integration problems I've been set but it's still something. I come to a sudden stop and nearly fall out of the chair. "What was that for?" I demand

"You're gonna break my chair." Milo says looking down at me, "Why aren't you in maths anyway?" 

"Well, since I was staying at Keegan's last night I was a tad late to lesson, Claire had a go and I oh so politely asked her if she would like me to leave, I took her yelling as a yes." I said looking up at him with mock innocence in my eyes.

"You are a nightmare child." He says looking down at me and straightening his tweed jacket. "At least do some bloody work." 

I look down at my book and start to read the chapter on the trapezium rule getting increasingly bored as the chapter goes on. "Look I need to talk to you anyway." I hear from the other side of the room. I just look at Milo giving him the cue to carry on. "The college won't keep you on with your behaviour much longer. I know you have problems at home and we've tried to be sympathetic but if you don't show improvement soon then I will be forced to ask you to leave." I just looked at him shocked as he carries on. "Look you could make a start by actually going to your sessions, and I know, I know you hate talking to people and they don't care about you you're just a job to them but at least show your face, give them a few sob stories. Just give me something to work with when I'm arguing your case Alish. Please, you're a bright kid, you could do so much and yet you choose this. Making a scene, throwing your toys out of your pram and annoying everyone. Just do yourself a favour, just this once, you've got enough to make your life difficult without trying, don't add to it."

With that he walks out of the room and I'm left alone. It's strange to think that Milo actually does care, he's been my tutor since I got moved to this school in year ten. I got thrown out of my last school for throwing a chair at a teacher; he got right in my face, screaming, his breath smelt and he was close enough to spit on my face. I just got mad and, I'll admit it, scared. I didn't know what to do I just wanted him to back off, next thing I knew my hands were round the chair and I was throwing it. 

When I first met Milo I hated him, he just looked at me and told me to sit down, no hi, how are you? Nothing. He doesn't look like someone teenagers could get on with, he is tall and thin, all of him, his arms, his legs, his torso, even his face. He also only wears tweed suits. Basically he looks old, strict and boring. But as it turns out he's really nice. Fair would be the best way to describe him, you can't get away with much but he'll at least hear you out before deciding on the punishment. He's creative with his punishments as well, the other teachers the worst they'll make you do is litter pick but not Milo. Milo likes to tailor the punishment to fit the crime as well I once had to scrap all of the gum off of the underside of the tables in his classroom with just my hands, it was so gross. 

I hate letting him down after everything he's done for me but at the same time Limitless is such a crap place. Limitless is where I supposedly go every Tuesday afternoon in my frees, it's a free counselling service. Sit down, have a cup of coffee and talk out your problems with fresh faced psychology graduates. It sucks. Everyone there is just using it as a stepping stone to get a real job so you get a new person every month or so and have to go through the same stuff over and over. I really hate it. 

I need to clear my head, decide if I'd rather disappoint Milo or go to my shitty sessions. I know the only thing that will help me get rid of the swirling thoughts in my head, sex. As I wonder out of the school gates and down the familiar route to Roman's I think about the last time I went there, I bite my lip and smile. I always feel good after sometime at Roman's.

I let myself in the back door and find him leaning against a cabinet. Tall and muscular with a strong jaw, messy brown hair and a self assured cocky attitude Roman seems like a typical ladies man but is actually really shy around people he doesn't know. he looks up at me and smiles "Hey there gorgeous." 

He walks over to me and wraps an arm around my waist pulling me to him. He lowers his head and kisses me softly and slowly. Quickly he grabs my hips, throws me over his shoulder and runs upstairs with me. When we get to his room he throws me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, kissing up my body as he does. When he gets to my lips he kisses me greedily, I open my mouth and his tongue massages mine. A moan escapes me as he rips off my top and kisses my neck. His hand moves up the inside of my thigh and starts massaging me over my pants. He keeps rubbing until I feel like I'm about to explode, my back arching with the pleasure. Just as I'm about to come he stops and whispers into my neck "Not yet gorgeous."

He nips my skin seductively making my breath hitch. He pulls down his jeans and boxers and rips my pants off. He pushes himself into me and starts thrusting making me cry out in pleasure. His name escapes my lips and I feel him grin against my neck. "I love hearing that, it's so sexy."

He continues to move until we've both been more than satisfied and collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. We lie like this for a while, our sweat covered skin drying, his head in the crook of my neck, until Roman suggests we both get cleaned up. 

One warm shower later (together to save water obviously) we were lying on his bed watching Planet Terror and eating a huge pizza whilst playing this stupid game; Roman had has arm around me and was tapping me on the shoulder, I was tapping his foot with my foot, we were seeing who could tap the other the most. As I said, stupid but good for giggles. Roman and I have a strange relationship, more than friends with benefits, less than boyfriend and girlfriend. We're fairly alike in a lot of respects, both from the high life, both have money, neither care for it though. I really like him but I'm not sure how, I wouldn't want a relationship with him but it would kill me if he got a girlfriend.

He turns to me "What you going to do then?"

"Looks like I'm going back to limitless."