Society Killed The Teenager

Society Killed The Teeanger: Chapter 4

The nexy day at work, I called Dylan into my office.

"I thought you said I wouldn't get into any trouble." He glared at me.

He was a tall kid and he had a good build to him. He had brown eyes that held in all of his feelings, masking that he actually gave a shit about himself. His black hair rested on his eyes, looking dirty and greasy. He was wearing a Disturbed t-shirt along with old, dirty sneakers and ripped up, baggy jeans. His lip ring bounded against his lip as he spoke and everything about him screamed, "poor."

"You're not in trouble, I just wanna talk." I told him.

"About what? Are you gonna tell me I'm worthless? Cuz it's ok, I already know I am." Dylan said. There was a bit of anger in his voice.

"Dylan, I wasn't going to say that." I reassured him.

"Then what were you going to say?"

"I was going to tell you that I used to be just like you, hell, I still am like you. And...... It's just not a good lifestyle. Take it from me, the broke guidance counselor who can't get a date."

Dylan chuckled and pushed his bangs out of his face, only for them to fall back into place. I smiled back at him. It had been awhile since I had actually tried to get through to a kid.

"Mr.Repko?" Amy stuck her head in.

"Amy? Come on in." I said. I really hated this little brat but she was a student and I couldn't turn her down or tell her to stay out of my office.

She stepped inside and said, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry about......... Ya know, swearing at you."

A victorious smile poured across my face.

"Oh that's alright." I said to her.

Dylan turned around and winked at her. She rolled her eyes and made a disgusted sound.

"What? You don't like real men?" He laughed.

"Of course I do. When you see one, let me know." Amy said, her bitchy tone back in her voice.

Dylan snickered.

"Wow, so little miss shy can talk! It's a miracle!"

"Alright Dylan, that's enough." I laughed.

"Thank you, Mr.Repko." Amy smiled.

"Sure thing." I said.

"Can we meet again at lunch today?" She asked me.

"I thought we didn't like eachother?" I questioned.

"Well, now we do. So, can we meet?"

"Uhhhh sure."

"Great!" She smiled, before leaving my office.

"Can I come too, doc?" Dylan asked.

"First of all, I am not a "doc" and second of all, why would want to do that?" I said.

"Because Amy's like the only girl who won't go out with me. Well, other than the popular bitches." He explained.

"Ok, fine."