“Welcome to Eastwood,” a man in his late fortys says, folding his hands over the desk. This was the principal, Mr. Fransesco. Erika and Zachariah both smile.
“Thank you very much, we both like it here,” Zachariah speaks for the both of them. Erika smiles and nods.
“This is a good thing. I already know you both have your timetables, and if you will look at them,” Mr. Fransesco says, motioning for them to get their timetables. Erika and Zachariah pull them out, putting them on the desk. Mr. Fransesco takes out an orange highlighter, and highlights a blank spot on each of their charts.
“What’s so important about a spare?” Erika questions, looking at the orange rectangle.
“This is when you both will be meeting with your counselors. We need to be sure you won’t cause any havvoc. We already have our troublemakers, so that spot is filled,” Mr. Fransesco says, with a light chuckle at the end.
“Ahh, right,” Zachariah says glancing away with a pout. Erika nudges him with her foot.
“Well, okay. I don’t see why we need to actually see counselors though, I mean, it was only one fight,” Erika says. Mr. Fransesco shakes his head.
“It’s also to help with your depression,” Mr. Fransesco says, rather bluntly. Erika tenses up, as Zachariah looks over at him.
“How the fuck did you know that?” He growls, glaring. Mr. Fransesco looks at Zachariah.
“It’s obvious. We’ve gotten reports from your previous schools, that includes medical records. Also, you’re in counselling for your anger issues,” Mr. Fransesco says, looking at Zachariah.
“I don’t have anger issues!” Zachariah yells, standing up. Erika places her hand over her face, shaking her head. Zachariah looks at her, eyes wide. “Do I?”
“I’m not obliged to answer,” Erika says, with a giggle. He sighs heavily, and slumps back down in the chair. Mr. Fransesco now rises to his feet. They both look at him.
“Alright, well, your first meeting is today, so, Zachariah, can you please go down the hall to room 208. Erika, you will be in room 220, its down the hallway to the right,” Mr. Fransesco says, handing them their timetables. They both nod and reluctantly walk out of the room.
They both walk together in silence, until Zachariah comes to his door.
“Well, good luck Erika, see you at supper I suppose,” Zachariah says with an agitated sigh, running his hand through his hair. Erika nods.
“Yeah, see you then,” she mutters, watching him open the door and the shut it. She stares at the door for a bit, before turning, walking down the hallway.
She crosses her arms over her chest, slowing down as she rounds the corner. At the end of the hallway was the room she was supposed to be in. She sighs and shakes her head, walking towards it. She stops infront of it, staring.
“I don’t really want to be here..” She mutters silently to herself, before opening the door.
She stops and blinks, staring at the man infront of her. Right, infront of her. His hand was on the doorknob, as he looks down at her.
“I’m guessing you’re Erika,” he states, with a smile. She stares at him, her mouth slightly open.
He was gorgeous. Very tall, with sparkling blue eyes and shaggy chocolate brown hair. Hell, he even had dimples. He didn’t dress very formally, since he was only wearing a tight black t-shirt and baggy jeans with sneakers. He also had a tattoo on his shoulder of barbed wire.
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You're My Addiction
Novela JuvenilErika Larson is a new student at Eastwood Falls High School. She's normal, in a different way. Being raised by her older brother, she tends to act out a lot and get into trouble. These acts of defiance lead her into meeting Aidan Silver, her coun...
