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||SHILOH JAMES

Shiloh sat behind his desk, typing away on his laptop. As a Guidance counselor or youth counselor, his job required him to actually know a thing or two about who he was talking too.

"Mr.James," Shiloh looked up from his laptop and saw one of his most troubled kids.

"Sit down, Isla , what can I help you with?" Shiloh motioned for Isla to take a seat and she did.

"I got sent here by my Chemistry teacher," Isla leaned back in her seat, shrugging her petite shoulders. Isla was trying to act like she wasn't bothered, like she was too cool to be here.

Shiloh was a guidance counselor at a high school so he definitely had his work cut out for him. "Isla, I know you, so let's not even play that role. Why are you really here." To Shiloh these kids were just regular people who need a little extra push in the right direction. So he never babied them and gave them false hope, he made sure he was 100% honest with them.

Isla sighed as she broke out into a smile, "I just wanted to talk about life."

"What about life?" Shiloh laughed as he shook his head. Isla has all the finer things in life except for her parents attention, and that alone played a big part in who Isla is.

"How do I get my parents attention?" Even though there was a smile on Isla' face, she was completely serious.

"I can't tell you how to get your parents attention because the way I might go about it could be totally different from what you would do. If you really want your parents attention than demand it, now I'm not saying by getting yourself in trouble, but actually telling them you want their attention." Shiloh wasn't sure if his advice helped, but he never let his kids go through things alone. He wanted them to know they always had his ear, as long as they allowed him to listen.

"Do you really think that will work?" Isla asked leaning forward.

"Honestly? I think so, but I could always be wrong." Shiloh knew just how confusing his job was.

"Well aren't you supposed to tell me what to do," Isla said becoming annoyed.

"No, you mistake me for some parents. I'm a guidance counselor, I'm not here to tell you what to do, I'm here to tell you that you have options. I can only give you your options and my opinion on those options, but it's up to you to decide what you want to do." Shiloh stood up and pulled Isla into a short hug, letting her know she has his support.

"Mr.James, I appreciate your advice. It's almost time to go, but I'll remember what you said when my parents get back." Isla pulled back as she readjusted her beige halter top.

"We'll get out of here," Shiloh let her go as she walked out. Shiloh knew most of the kids that came into his office had a crush on him—mainly the girls, but he wasn't risking his job for no little ass kid.

Shiloh headed back to his desk and began collecting his stuff. He placed his MacBook in his bookbag along with all his files, and headed out as the bell rung.

Shiloh tried his best to block out the talk of the children around him. He knew if he stayed any longer he'd risked hearing something he didn't want to hear.

"Mr.James is so fine, and he only 22, so you know that means he fair game," Shiloh heard one the students whisper.

He had spoke too soon, wayyy to soon. One thought crossed his mind as he made his way across the parking lot to his black Jeep Wrangler—I need a drink.

Wasting no time at all, he placed his bookbag in the passenger seat and started his car. He placed his seat belt on 'cause a real nigga is a safe nigga.