and his name was "Brayan" (with an extra "A")

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So I saw the councilor today. She is pretty hot. Blonde long legs. Sexy if you ask me. I'd do her in her office. To bad she was married and had 4 kids. But that wasn't going to stop me. That is unless I want to go to get into more trouble. Especially with my girl. This is my sophomore year in these damn school. I can't believe I'm still in this dump. Everyone here is fake and act like abunch of pussies.

After I have gotten out of my time in juve, I was given a therapist. For my "Inner problems" and lack of "discipline" like if these fuckers knew what I was going trough. They had no fucking clue. No one does. No one will ever know. It rained that morning and I met my girl in the courtyard. That was our spot. 6:40 in the morning where it was still dark outside. Last night was amazing with her. Sex with her is great. It always will be. She knows how to rattle me. Well if I'm going to be honest here. Which I might as fucking well. Since no one is going to read this. It's sometimes okay. But I have "Inclinations" for something else. But she won't budge. But whatever.

That same morning. We talked for hours about how what she was going to do to get some money and buy her own place for us to live in. Which I can't wait because I can't stand my parents at all. They are "overbearing. Don't get me wrong I love the, and all but they are always on my case. I just need to be left alone with my thoughts.

My girl. She is understands me. But I feel like I missing something. That morning I had art class first thing. I could never draw but would always wanted to sketch a portrait. Everyone came into class. There was this one guy who stood out tho. He had a red hoodie on. With a bright yellow star blasted on it. It seemed like he chose it out of the kids section. His hair nicely combed it looked like it didn't even need gel because it stood in place. He sat alone in the corner were all the cabinets were he sat down and was oddly bubbly and took out all his supplies out and set them out like he already owned the place. Everyone stared at him and couldn't help but to smile. Like he let out this vibe in the room of confidence. He looked my way and smiled. Suddenly I felt something. I felt so startled inside like i was nervous. Why the hell was i nervous just because he looked at me.

The teacher told us we had to decorate our folder for all our artwork. I couldn't draw shit so I made some odd designs. When I looked up the kid was already half way done. And he looked so funny focused on his art that he stuck his tongue out. It seemed pretty funny. By the time the period was done he finished the outlines for the folder. I waited before everyone left the room to go grab his folder and see his art. This kid was talented. The drawing was like a tattoo almost he was so detailed.

I put the folder back and walked out of the class before anyone saw me. He walked with his head ones on. His hair flew through the wind like the way you see those models on the commercials and he smiled all the way through. My girl text me that day and we got into an argument about me forgetting to text her. I didn't want to fight with her. I was trying to figure out why I felt what I felt when that kid smiled at me. It was such a feeling that I could explain.

But today that's what happens. I just hope when I see him I don't get nervous again because I will punch him in the face. But I don't have a reason to punch him. I gotta let his feeling not get to me.