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Jerome sat at the back of his Psychology class listening to his teacher Mr. Alan intently. They were on the topic of how the sudden changes in the weather can effect your mood. "For example," Mr. Alan said, walking up and down the aisles of college students. "When its hotter outside, people tend to be more aggressive then, say if it were a comfortable temperature."

He went on explaining further, in greater detail then any of Jerome's classmates would prefer. Though everyone in Jerome's class was done with High school, he was not. He attended one college class a day, still being in high school he could only attend the classes in the later afternoon.

Jerome pretty much hated everything, everything besides the thing that tends to explain everything; Psychology. That was his passion. His one and only. He loved it so much, but yet could not explain to anyone why.

Psychology explained things, the very same things Jerome hated, yet he loved it. He knew, with all of his practice in psychology, why he hated the things he did and why his love for Psychology was natural, but no one cared enough to listen. And that is what he hated.

Jerome hated uncaring people, that is why he became one. To avoid getting hurt from them, and instead hurting other people in the ways they hurt him. Obviously, he knew what he did and how it was wrong, but he couldn't find it in himself to stop. He was a hypocrite, he knew that, but he didn't care. Just like everyone else.

"Hey Jerome." Mr. Alan called as he dismissed class, Jerome gathered his things and walked over to his favorite teacher.

"Yes, Sir?" He answered back politely. The only person he answered politely to.

"I've got an assignment for you." Mr. Alan's young brown eyes shown with anticipations and excitement. Jerome cocked an eyebrow at his teachers happiness. Mr. Alan, or Michael being his first name, was not much older then himself, at the oldest probably being twenty-five.

"And what might that be?" Jerome asked, slightly confused.
"Well, you see there is this girl I've been seeing lately," Michael began. "she is wonderfully crazy and she is expecting a meet up with me tomorrow." Jerome's eye twitched slightly. He never could figure this man out. No matter how hard he tried, and he tired.

"Well," Jerome began. "glad to see your back on your game, picking up crazy chicks has always been something I admired about you." Jerome said sarcastically.

Michael smiled and let out a laugh. "That's a good one." He said while wiping a fake tear from his eye. "But really," He said suddenly serious. "I can't make it and I need you to see her for me."

Jerome frowned. "That's not very kind, I think she'll notice its not you." Jerome said and crossed his arms over his chest while still not quite understanding.

"Mate, we're not dating. She from the mental institution down the street. I meet with her every Saturday and Wednesday, but I've got lunch with my mom this week so I can't make it, shes one of the most interesting patients I've every meet and I thought you might be interested in meeting her. But if not I guess I could find someone-" Jerome cut him off. "NO!"

Michael smile widely and Jerome rolled his eyes. "Meet her at ten tomorrow morning in her room. This is all the information you'll need." He said handing him a small folded paper.

"So, what's she got? Why is she so interesting?" Jerome asked looking down at the paper which had her room number, name, and little card that allowed access into the institution.

Michael snapped his fingers and pointed at Jerome. "That's your assignment." Jerome looked at him confused. "I want to see if you can diagnose her. If you do it correctly you get extra credit." Michael said smiling.

"And if I get it wrong?" Jerome asked. Michael smirked. "If you get it wrong it wont count. Just take it as a learning experience." Jerome was confused, as he usually was around Michael.

"Okay." Jerome said, simply. Michael smiled and patted him on the shoulder walking out without another word.

Jerome frowned, a slight smile playing on his lips as he wondered why Michael had chosen him for this project. Jerome started on his way home, he was one of the richest people in town yet he never took one of his many cars, he liked walking much better anyway.

Jerome stood in front of his house after about a half hour of walking. He was greeted by many butlers, as he always was, and walked into his room without a word to anyone.

The next morning, Jerome awoke at six and was out the door by six-forty. He hated being in that house any longer then need be.

Jerome walked down to a small cafe he frequently visited before school or just whenever he had the time. He liked it there. Surprisingly.

He ordered as usual and began studding the most uncommon psychological diseases. He had a feeling he had never heard of the one. . . whats-her-name has. He had his work cut out for him. There weren't many he hadn't heard of before, but he had no idea how he was to diagnose a disorder he didn't know of.

Much to soon for his liking nine-thirty rolled around and he began his walk to the institution. Jerome made it their with five minutes to spare and he smiled at himself. He was never early.

Jerome showed the little card to the men at the gates and they opened them slightly so he could slid in. The institution was massive. A huge white gate cover with barbed wire in some spots surrounded the place. The outside was beautiful, green grass everywhere, fountains everywhere, and the most fabulous flowers. Jerome whistled, only the richest of the rich lived here.

Jerome walked up the long path, glass stones leading the way up to the massive doors in the front of the institution. When inside, Jerome walked over to the lady at the counter who introduced herself a Trudy.

Jerome asked her where he might find room 122, which was the room the girl was in. Trudy looked at him a bit strangely before leading him up one of the many staircases to the correct hallway.

"Good luck, dear." Trudy smiled while placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks." Trudy nodded and then shuffled back the way they'd come.

Jerome breathed deeply before lightly knocking on the white door labeled with the numbers 122.

He waited for about a minute before a boy with brown hair and blue eyes walked out of the room without so much as glancing at Jerome, who was stood in front of the door. Jerome frowned and peered into the room.

A girl sat on a large bed was staring out a huge window. The bed filled most of the room along with a book case, full of books, a desk with a small laptop sat upon it and a door on the other side of the bed, which Jerome assumed was the closet.

Jerome cleared his throat, letting the brunette with the two braids aware of his presents.

She jumped back a bit and frowned her brows, he was not the male she was expecting to scare her.

"Who are you?" Mara asked, a hand to her heart.

Jerome shut the door behind him and stepped into the room. "I'm taking over for Michael Alan today. I'm Jerome, and you are?" He asked sticking his hand out for her to shake it.

Mara looked at him sceptically before ignoring his hand and spoke. "You already know my name." She stated, knowingly.

Jerome let his hand fall to his side and nodded. "Yeah, Mara, right?" He asked.

Mara nodded.

"So how do you know I already knew your name, you're not psychic, are you?" Jerome asked with a little smile to lighten the mood.

Mara did not smile. She simply stated, "You have a note sticking out of your pocket with my name and room address on it."

Jerome looked down to his black trench coat pocket and chuckled. "I suppose I do." Mara smiled lightly.

"So, Mara?" He asked sitting down next to her on the bed. "Whatever Michael usually does with you, we can do that." He said taking out a small note pad and pen from his pocket. "But first, I would like to ask you a few questions."

Mara nodded slowly a little disappointed. That's all anyone ever wanted to do, ask her questions and get answers for their research. Mara sighed, she wasn't even sick.

"What is your favorite color?" Jerome asked, and Mara raised an eyebrow.

"My favorite color?" She asked, quietly.

Jerome nodded and smiled at the adorable face she was making.

"Um, uh. . .purple." She said, unsure. She hadn't thought about normal things like a favorite color in a long time, but purple was pretty.

Jerome wrote her answer down. "Favorite animal?" He asked, and Mara chuckled.

Jerome raised an amused eyebrow. "And what is so funny, Miss Jaffary?"

"These questions." She said simply. "Are you trying to diagnosis me or date me?" Mara asked, laughing.

"How did you know I was trying to diagnosis you?" Jerome asked seriously.

"Everyone always does." Mara said.

"Will you tell me?" Jerome asked hopefully. Mara shook her head.

Jerome cursed and then scratched out his next question. Which was 'what is your disease?'. Mara laughed.

"Blows my plan." He said letting his head fall to his hand as he stared out the window.

"I'm hungry." Mara said as she jumped from the bed and walked towards the door. Jerome followed behind her and shut the door as Mara walked down to the cafeteria.

Mara gather a bit of food onto her plate and smiled up at Jerome. "Want anything?" She asked kindly.

Jerome shook his head and they went and sat down. Mara sat across from Jerome and she took this moment, he was looking down at his notes, to really get a good look at his face. He was very handsome. Very. Mara looked away trying not to let her thoughts wonder and started on her food.

Jerome began writing down what he noticed about her, for one she seemed pretty normal, if they didn't have her locked up in here he would have guessed she was. The second thing he noticed was that she was somewhat shy, and quite sweet.

Jerome lifted his head and found her munching on some grapes and staring at him. She turned away quickly with a bit of a blush covering her checks. Jerome chuckled lightly.

"You don't have to be nerves. I'm just a student, don't really know much yet." Jerome said.

Mara looked up at him. "You're my age?" Jerome blinked.

"You haven't finished high school?" He asked, wondering if she did any school at all locked up in here.

"No. Almost, though." She answered. Jerome nodded.

"Do you... um, do school? Like do you have a teacher and stuff?" Jerome asked very curious.

Mara bit her lip slightly and Jerome couldn't keep his eyes from glancing at them. "I do do school. But I don't have a teacher." She answered as a patient she knew walked by and she waved.

"No teacher?" Jerome asked curious as to how that worked.

"I teach myself. Books and the Internet are quite helpful." She said with a small smile. Jerome nodded in understanding.

"Hey, Mara." A boy said plopping himself on the seat next to Mara and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, Eddie." She said with a wide smile.

Eddie's eyes meet Jerome and he frowned. "Who is this?" Eddie asked looking over Jerome carefully.

"Jerome Clarke." Jerome said simply as he could almost feel the judgment radiating from the boy.

"And what are you doing with Mara?" Eddie asked staring daggers into Jerome.

"Don't worry Eddie." Mara said, lightly stroking his arm. "He's just filling in for Michael today." That seemed to sooth him a little bit, but Jerome still felt rather uncomfortable.

"Maybe we should end this now." Jerome said packing his notebook and pen into his pocket.
"But, you haven't figured me out yet." Mara said standing along with Jerome. Eddie glared at nothing.

Jerome laughed lightly. "Oh, I think I have." He said beginning to walk towards the large doors in the front.

Mara stopped walking and frowned. Trudy bid Jerome goodbye and just before stepping out the door, Jerome looked back at Mara with a knowing look and winked.

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