Get Schooled!

horrible delinquent

"You're doing horribly in your classes, you don't have any extracurriculars after school, and you're always picking fights..." You were used to getting yelled at by faculty members at school. But your teachers calm voice was scarier than any yell. That perfectly serene look on his face nothing short of a deception.

"At this rate, I don't see your future going anywhere!" He eventually burst. You were used to yelling, but that was a bit harsh.

"I can't always defend you, you know! Another suspension, and you're not only got for a week—you're getting expelled!" He fumed, before quickly calming down, rubbing the stress lines on his forehead.

You were silent as he worked out his inner turmoil, trying to figure out just how to deal with someone like you. "You're only a first year. You can still bounce back from this." He encouraged. It was more like he was convincing himself, rather than you.

"I don't get the problem..." you muttered, crossing your arms. "There was an upperclassman... And he was bullying a girl that's his junior! Of course I had to stop that..." You defended yourself, looking off to the side.

"By hitting him in the crotch, shoving him into the wall, and giving him a wedgie that went over his head?!"

"I was surprised, too. I didn't know underwear that elastic existed..." You muttered.

"That's—this is beyond the point!" He groaned, shaking his head. "You're getting suspended, no doubt!" He informed. "That would be your third one, and you've only been here for three months! Do you know how bad that looks on your record?!"

You didn't answer, avoiding his gaze at all costs. You were aggressive. You knew that—you just didn't know why. Sure, people picking on others was a bad thing, but it wasn't worth putting your future on the line to defend them.

"Well. That's one a month. I guess I have a knack for balancing things." You rubbed the back of your head.

Your counselor sighed at your stupid response, having long been used to those quips. "I have an idea. After your next suspension, you'll join a club!" He proposed.

"No thanks." You answered.

The man clenched his teeth. "I'm not giving you the choice!" He declared. "One more bad move and you're expelled! No ifs or buts! You're one of the only people in this school that doesn't have a club or activities after classes. Joining one could not only put something positive on your dumpster fire of a track record, but you could make some friends!"

"I have friends..." You answered.

"Haha, and I have dreams I want to achieve at this point in my life." He was probably being sarcastic, but jokes on him, he had no dreams, and you had friends.

"Well anyway, I'll take a look through the available clubs.... And see if anyone's willing to take you in!" He tried to be positive once more, but it was hard to do when this was your future on the line. "I'm thinking something like... Martial arts!" He snapped his fingers. "If you can beat someone up whose six foot three like it's nothing, you'd fit in great!"

"Well the thing about guys that tall is that it's their only weapon..." You picked at your nails. "They've got no technique, and they're slow. Totally easy to being them down."

"Yeah, that's exactly why I figured martial arts would be best..."

You appreciated it—you really, really did. But it was hard to say that, you weren't sure why. You just found it was really hard to speak when you were around guys... You'd talk a girls ear off if you could, but boys? Your lips were sewn shut. Though, you had no problem tearing them a new one.