C a R t E r
School Counsellors - psychologists who were too stupid to get the grades.
Why is that when you seem to fight a little more than most High school kids, have somewhat of a combustible temper and have well, a tainted permanent record do people immediately think therapy is the answer? Carter mused over this the next morning as she sat in Mr Mikasis office. The school counsellor was eyeing her with his Freud stare.
It had been decided that in return for her admittance back into school she receive counselling for her anger! They should get Marcus in here. Carter groused, he's the one who needs anger management.
Mr Mikasis smiled at her under dark lashes, "I understand that you've been having problems with your peers Carter."
Glaring at him would have been a perfect reply, but since she didn't want to piss her mother off she smiled back. "Just a little."
"And why do you think you have this problem?" The laid back Latino inquired, looking at her with what must have been a mustered up friendliness.
Carter answered without missing a beat. "Aren't you the one whose supposed to tell me? Isn't that why I'm here?"
"It would appear so, but I thought it might help if perhaps you could tell me why you think you have these problems." Mr Mikasis said, placing his hands on his desk.
Carter surveyed his office, her eyes glancing over school pictures, books, trophies and diplomas before she replied. "Oh, I dunno. Maybe I'm not a people person."
Running a hand through his coffee-coloured hair, Mr Mikasis seemed to consider this. "And why do you think you're not a people person?"
Oh Jesus, Carter almost rolled her eyes at that, did people actually pay people to get this counselling crap? "Well, I guess I just don't like people invading my space." Today she wearing her navy blue cargo pants, and a white long sleeved polo shirt that was baking her from the inside out. It had been necessary though, unless of course she wanted to explain to everyone, her mom included why she had huge blazing scratches on her arms, sides and neck.
The school counsellor looked a little perplexed at her answer. "And do you think this is a plausible reason for your acts of violence?" He asked, he was still trying to sound indifferent but the edge in his voice was unmistakable.
"Gee, I thought you guys weren't supposed to be judgmental," answered Carter.
Mr Mikasis actually flushed red, which with his tan must have been quite difficult. "I'm sorry, I was being awfully judgmental." He told her, embarrassed. "But do you honestly believe violence is always the answer?"
Carter briefly considered announcing she had been wrestling a werewolf last night. "Not always." Carter said, then noticing his relieved expression quickly added. "But sometimes." Nah, not such a good idea, however amusing it may be to see his reaction, he could have her hospitalised for schizophrenia.
"Carter," from the emphasis he put her name Carter knew he was beginning to lose his patience, that and the strain in his jade green eyes. "Just because someone angers you it does not give you the right to physically harm them."
She reined her fury at his condescending tone and instead gritted her teeth before she answered. "I know that."
"Do you?" He interjected before she could continue. "Because I don't think you do, there are other solutions apart from violence."
Carter looked at him squarely, gaze unwavering. "Tell you what Mr Mikasis, when you stare down a two hundred and fifty pound football player who is getting rough with his girlfriend and get him to stop by talking to him." She stood up. "I'll start looking into these other solutions." When she got to the other solutions she made quotation marks with her fingers.
"Carter I-"
"Look, this has been really helpful." Carter said, not even bothering to sound sincere. "But I have to go or I'll be late for Biology."
Mr Mikasis might have argued with her abrupt need to make an exit, if his phone hadn't rang at that precise moment. He shot her a frustrated glance as she made her escape unhindered.
Outside in the halls Carter headed for Mrs Metcalfs class feeling more that just a little pissed. She wished more than anything that she could tell him where to shove his Freud psycho babble. Ugh, School counsellors were just psychologists who were too stupid to get the grades. Carter thought, as she slid into her seat.
She was about to inform Erika on this new revelation, when she realised that her best friend was still in the hospital and not sitting beside her as the case usually was. Thinking about last night of course only served to remind her of the whole whacked out scene with the werewolf and his infuriating questions that grated on her mind.
"Ah, Miss Blake. Can you tell me please the stages of cellular division." Mrs Metcalf asked, from the front of the room. Thirty pairs of eyes focussed in her direction and Carter felt that hot flush creep up into her cheeks. Damn it was going to be one of those days!
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Thank you Tai Darling and Airlia. Next chapter: The hot sexy guy of the fic. And I there's some blood… :D