Counseling The Bad Boy

Chapter 4: Introducing the Bad Boy

Fred parked the car up right in front of the school and after saying thank you to their dad about twelve times each, Alex and Allen both hurried off together. They probably wanted to be the first ones to class or something, and I watched as they joined a group of other nerdy people and scurried into the confines of the school.

I trailed behind Fred to the main office reluctantly, trying to keep my head down so I’d be associated with the man as little as possible. He knocked on the door with his knuckles and we were instantly greeted by a young, blonde woman who was too damn chipper for her own good.

“Hello, Francine,” Fred said in return. My eyes may have deceived me but I thought that I saw a smile on his face…Was the world coming to an end?

“Is this the new student?” she asked, gesturing to me as if I was incapable of speaking for myself.

“Oh no, this is Audrina Gregory. She’s the new school counsellor,” Fred explained quickly.

Her lips turned down a little and her nose scrunched up as if she’d smelt something unpleasant, but she perked herself back up in what must be record time. “That’s lovely. It’s nice to meet you, Audrina.”

“You too,” I replied reluctantly after a disapproving look off dear old Fred.

He then gestured for me to follow him and walked off to what I presumed to be his office. He sat down in his desk and spun from side to side a little on the chair, whilst I took the one opposite him. Fred rummaged through some papers for a while and clicked away on his computer as I got really, really bored. I had to sit on my hands to resist fidgeting or picking up one of the many strange items on his desk.

Finally, the silence was broken when he said, “Sign these papers by the end of the day,” and handed me a stack of them. “I’ll show you to your office now.”

I followed him again for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. As we passed Francine she gave Fred a grin worthy of the Cheshire cat, and then managed to give me a glare in all of three seconds.

What the hell was her problem?

It didn’t bother me too much, though, because I managed to give her the finger once Fred’s back was turned. Let me tell you, her face was priceless.

We walked down a couple of corridors before we arrived in front of a door marked ‘Counsellor’- simple enough.

Fred clicked open the door and once I got a good look, I decided that it was like any other typical office. The walls were white; there was a desk in the middle of the room with a computer and a chair behind it, and there were other chairs facing opposite it.

“This is your office,” Fred told me.

It took all my strength not to say ‘no shit, Sherlock’ but I somehow managed to bite my tongue.

He walked over to my desk and pulled open the top drawer to reveal that it was full of folders. “Besides the main office, you are the only person in the school that has a copy of the kids’ files.”

I nodded to show I understood the responsibility and took a seat behind my desk; the chair was surprisingly comfortable.

“I’ll leave you to your work,” Fred said when I didn’t say anything myself.

When he closed the door behind him I tipped my chair back a bit and stared at the ceiling.

I missed my friends.

I missed my sister.

Heck, I even missed my parents.

I was still signing the papers Fred gave me when someone knocked on my door. I quickly got my feet off the desk and cheered up a little; maybe it was a kid that wanted to talk? I wasn’t much of a listener, especially when it was people I didn’t know crying their hearts out, but I’d been alone in the office for two whole hours, and I guess I was desperate for a little human contact. Even better, maybe it was someone telling me that it was time for lunch… A girl can dream, right?

I got up and swung the door open to see Fred holding the collar of a boy who looked about my age- my real age. He looked pretty amused to be honest, but Fred’s monster scowl, which I thought could only be brought on by me, was back on his face. It felt weird to see someone else who could piss him off so much.

And I wouldn’t have been lying if I said the boy was smoking. One word: wow. He had bad boy written all over him with his black hair, blue eyes and a smirk that looked very much at home on that beautiful face of his. He was supposed to be wearing the same uniform as everyone else but I could barely see a resemblance between the two. His tie was loose; the first couple of buttons on his shirt were undone and I was pretty sure that red converse were against regulation.

In other words, he was hot. Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!

Then he saw me staring at him and his smirk got a whole lot wider. I mentally slapped myself and made a promise that I would do it for real later; I must’ve looked like such an idiot gawking.

I took a deep breath and said, “What can I do for you Fr—Principle Stewart?” Despite the close slip up, I think I sounded pretty damn professional. It didn’t stop me from getting a glare from Fred, though.

“This is Caleb,” my uncle told me. “He just got into a fight and refuses to co-operate with me. We thought maybe you could knock some sense into him.”

Me, knock some sense into him? I was a partier, not a fighter. What the hell did I know about that?

“Okay,” I said slowly.

Fred pushed Caleb inside and was off like a shot, closing the door behind him and leaving me alone with a very hot boy.

“So Caleb,” I said, trying to keep my voice at its usual pitch. I motioned for him to take a seat and was surprised when he did so. “Why did you get into the fight?”

He shrugged. “This dude accused me of sleeping with his girlfriend.”

“And did you?”

He shrugged again. “Probably,” he said. The smirk returned.

I didn’t know what I should say next; his answer kind of threw me off a little. “Um—”

“How old are you?” Caleb asked suddenly, and I kind of felt like it should be me sitting on the other side of the desk.

“Uh… I’m twenty-two,” I told him, remembering the age Fred said I was.

“I would have guessed around that,” he said. “You look my age but, since that’d mean you’d be in high school, I had to guess a little a little older.”

“Yeah, well I’m twenty-two,” I repeated.

“That’s okay.” His smirk got bigger. “I’ve fucked girls older than you.”

My face was stunned, but my mind was a whole new level of shocked. Did Caleb want what I thought he wanted? I mean, I wasn’t a virgin or anything but I definitely wasn’t a slut either. I’d only ever had sex once and that was with my best friend. Mike and I got drunk and one thing kind of led to another. We went out a month after that before we decided that there was a reason we were just friends for so long, and we chose to go back to that.

After what seemed like a very long time I said, “Excuse me?” I was flabbergasted.

“So what do you say?” he asked. “Me, you, screwing the brains out of each other on top of this desk,” he proposed, running his hands over said desk as if he was testing its structure.

“Get out.”

I got up from my chair and grabbed him by the collar like I’d seen Fred do just minutes ago. I practically threw him out the door and he was laughing the whole damn time. I didn’t find it very funny.

“Think about it,” he told me, before I slammed the door in his face.

 I plopped myself down on my chair and went back to signing the papers.

Human contact is overrated anyway.

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