The Problem is Me [EDITED)

Chapter 3

September, 2014

As the saying goes, time flies when you're having fun. And that I really do not doubt, but the problem here is that I'm not having fun. There is nothing to do. Usually there is something for me to do, but I just can't find anything. Somehow, playing snakes and ladders doesn't quite do it for me anymore.

Schooling here isn't too bad; the more 'severe' cases get a tutor assigned to them. Ding! Ding! You guessed it pal; I'm one of those cases.

I chose not to get up at the ridiculous time they wanted me to, but I already knew what the consequences would be. The nurse would come strutting in and start ranting to me about 'withdrawing' myself and becoming isolated.

And that, I really did not need right now.

After a few minutes, as I expected, the morning nurse walked in.

She looked at me for a few seconds with her hand on her hip, "I'd expect you to know the rules by now."

I looked up, "Rules are meant to be broken, aren't they?"

"Not always. Are we going to have to go through this every day, Nathan?" She sighed.

"You tell me,"

She looked at me sternly for a second before smiling, "You really are the charming bastard they say you are, aren't you?"

I gasped in fake horror, "Such profanity! I'm shocked!" I laughed, "And who's 'they?'" I asked.

She just looked at me with disapproving eyes, then moved to put her hand on her hip once again. "Just get up."

"Feisty, I like it."

"Get up."

"No."

"Nathan."

"Nurse."

She rubbed her face in frustration, "What is the point in this? Why can't you just do what you're told?"

"The point, sweetheart, is that there is no point." I grinned.

Rolling her eyes, she signalled for me to leave the room which I surprisingly did. "Why do you have to talk in riddles?"

"If I didn't, no one would ever question anything." I smirked, before turning and walking down the hall on a hunt for entertainment.

To get a fizzy drink or something like that, you have to pay for it with money your family members send in. It's like one of those systems they have in the prisons, but not as shabby. If you haven't got money, you're stuck with plain old water; and you might be able to annoy a free coffee out of the nurse.

Now, as you may know I don't have anything to do with my family. So I had a big fat nothing on my account for junk food and drinks. Whatever will I do, you may ask.

Truth is, Alexis was still staring at me with googly eyes so I decided to make the best of an open situation.

The corners of my lips tugged up into a half smile as I ran my hand through my hair and walked over to her.

"Hi," She nervously giggled, leaning against the wall.

I smiled properly this time, "Hello, gorgeous." I greeted her cheerfully.

"How's life been treating you?" She asked, glancing down to my lips then back up to my eyes.

I hummed, "Not so good, really." And took a few more steps closer to her, figuratively caging her against the wall; both of my hands pressed either side of her head.