No More Than A Student Counselor, chapter 1
-My POV-
"Jazmine! Wake up!" I hear my mom yell. It was 4 months in the school year and my mom always woke me up at 5:30 in the morning, even though school doesn't start until 9.
"I'm coming," I mumbled as I staggered out of bed.
"What was that?" I heard her say as she came in, putting in her earrings.
"I said I'm coming." After I said that she walked out and sighed. I grabbed my black shirt, black pants, black socks and shoes, and black hoodie and put them all on. My mom thinks I dress girly, but that would never happen. I walk out and grab my eyeliner. I then put it on and go to the kitchen.
My mom turns around and gasps. "What are you wearing?" she says as she walks over to me and checks out my clothes.
"Umm, clothes," I say in a smart ass tone.
"No, you're not wearing that. You look like a hoodlum in that. Go change."
I looked at her and rolled my eyes. I grabbed my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. As I walked toward the door I heard my mom say, "I told you to change. Listen to me Jaz."
"Mom, have I ever listened to you?" I asked as I placed my hands on my hips and looked at her.
"You're right. Nevermind then."
I laughed to myself and walked out the door to my friend Zac's house. He was pretty cool. His parents loved me.
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"Hey Jaz, what's up?" Zac said as he yawned and let me in.
"Nothing much. My mom tried to make me change. This time she didn't succeed," I said as I put my backpack on the floor in front of the couch and plopped on it.
"I can see that. Normally you're wearing light, bright colors. But you look like you now. Not like some prep," he said as he plopped on the chair next to the couch.
We sat there talking for a few minutes and then fell asleep. Zac fell asleep 10 minutes before I did. He was laying sideways on the chair and looked comfortable. I grabbed a blanket and put it on him, layed back on the couch and fell fast asleep.
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"Jaz, Zac, wake up!" I hear Zac's mom yell from the kitchen. I wake up and rub my eyes. Luckily, my eyeliner didn't spread. I look at Zac and he was still out of it. I get up and shake him.
When that didn't work, I then laugh and begin to say, "Oh Zacy-Poo, wake up. I wanna kiss."
Zac instantly woke up and looked at me in a creeped out looked. I laughed harder. "What was that all about?" he asked as he stood up, folded the blanket and put it on the couch.
"You're mom yelled for us to wake up and you were still out of it and I decided to see if that worked and look, it did," I said as I pointed my hands at him.
"I'll be right back. I need to go get dressed," he said as he began to head upstairs.
"Can I watch?" I asked as I looked at him and started batting my eyelashes like the girls at school would to get a guy to go out with them. But it never worked with them.
Zac laughed and said, "Maybe when you're a little older."
I smiled and laughed. I sat back on the couch and noticed the black and blue notebook I see Zac writing in at school. When I asked him what he wrote in it, he said it was personal. I reached for it and then all of a sudden I hear a loud, "Don't touch that!" I look up instantly and startled. It was Zac.
He rushed down and grabbed it and pulled it to his chest in a fast motion, I practically didn't see him even grab it. "I told you this is personal," he said angrily.
I looked away frightened and upset. My eyes began to water and my vision was getting all blurry. I began to feel more hurt than ever before.
-Zac's POV-
When I see Jaz look away upset and frightened I drop my notebook to the floor and rush over to her. I wrap my arms around her and stroke her hair. "Shh, calm down Jaz. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go off like that," I said as I rocked her slowly. She began to cry on my shoulder as I continued to try and calm her down.
About 10 minutes later she calmed down and I walked back upstairs. I felt so bad making her cry like that. I had never done that before. I kept thinking why in the world would I blow up for something like that.
-My POV-
As I calmed down and wiped away as much eyeliner as I could, I look at the floor near the edge of the couch and see his Zac's notebook barely sticking out from under it. I look toward the stares as I reach down to pick it up. I pick it up and carefully and quietly put it in my backpack.
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Zac finally came down and I put the book I was reading back in my backpack and zipped it up. We grabbed our stuff and yelled bye to his mom and headed toward the school.
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We arrived at school about 15 minutes later and had 3 minutes to get to class. "Shit! Come on! We're gonna be late!" I said as Zac and I started running upstairs. When we reached the top we started charging toward the end of the hall. When we reached our room we jumped into the door and sat in our seats as the bell rang.
We looked at each other and the class was laughing. We then stood up and bowed and sat back down laughing with them as we were trying to catch outr breath.
About 10 minutes later the teacher walked in and the class busted out laughing. Obviously, she didn't notice that she had white paint on the back of her skirt. I fell to the floor and hurt my side because I was laughing so hard. Mrs. Donaldson glared at me and told me to get back in my seat and calm down.
I got back up and sat in my seat. I calmed down but buried my face in my arms and continued to laugh.
"Jazmine Richards to the couselor's office. Jazmine Richards to the couselor's office. Thank you." I hear come over the intercom. I grab my stuff and head downstairs.
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I arrive in the office and tell them the counselor wanted to see me. I wonder what the old douchebag Barlow wanted this time. I walked in the counselor's office and see his chair turned around. "You wanted to see me, sir?" I said as I placed my bag by the door and sat down in a chair near his desk.
"Yes, I did, Ms. Richards," the voice said in response. But the voice I heard wasn't Barlow. The chair turned and I saw a young guy, around 25, in it. My heart began to beat faster and my thoughts were running out of control. The man sitting there was so cute.
"Am.. I in.. any tro..trouble, sir?" I stammered. I couldn't speak right since I was sitting in front of the hottest guy in the whole school.
He just laughed and said, "No, no. Not at all. I just need to know what the students are like. I know it's odd, but I need to know what I'm in for and what I should expect from each student."
I sighed in relief and slouched a little in the chair. "So, uh, what do you need to know, sir?" I said as I straightened back up and sat on my hands for no reason.
"Please. Call me Mr. Pritchard. I just need to know what you like to do, what are your hobbies, stuff like that."
I sat there thinking for a minute and then responded, "I like to hang with my friends, hang with my family most of the time, read, and play bass."
"Interesting. I play the bass for a band. You probably never heard of the band though. We're not that big. We just started you know?"
"Cool. I have heard songs from this band but I can't figure out who sings them," I said as I scooted closer to the desk.
"Really? Maybe the band I'm in. Who knows," he said as he leaned in and rested his arms on the desk.
We sat there talking and I got along with him really well. We like the same things. The bad thing is, too bad he's 25 and my counselor.
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I got up and it was about 10 minutes till school was out. "Whoa. I was in here that long. Wierd. But cool. I'll see you later Mr. Pritchard," I said as I walked to the door and grabbed my bag.
"Jazmine wait up," Mr. Pritchard said as he stood up and walked over to me.
"Yeah?"
"Um," he said hesitantly. "Uh, I need to give you something."
"Okay. What?" I said, a little pissed.
"Umm," he said again. More hesitantly.
"Get on with it!" I said as I shook him a little.
He then grabbed my hand, placed his free hand on my cheek and then kissed me. My eyes widened and I then fluttered them closed as I inhaled slowly. My knees grew weak and I all the anger I had melted away. I inhaled deeply again as I felt our tongues press against each other. I never had anything like this before my life. I knew this was completely wrong, but he was so gorgous. Beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair, about 5'7," and perfect build. Who could resist that? But I had to stop it, he was my counselor for god sakes.
After about 10 seconds I pulled away and said, "No, stop. I can't." I then ran out of his office and to my bus before he could say a word to me.
"Jazmine! Wake up!" I hear my mom yell. It was 4 months in the school year and my mom always woke me up at 5:30 in the morning, even though school doesn't start until 9.
"I'm coming," I mumbled as I staggered out of bed.
"What was that?" I heard her say as she came in, putting in her earrings.
"I said I'm coming." After I said that she walked out and sighed. I grabbed my black shirt, black pants, black socks and shoes, and black hoodie and put them all on. My mom thinks I dress girly, but that would never happen. I walk out and grab my eyeliner. I then put it on and go to the kitchen.
My mom turns around and gasps. "What are you wearing?" she says as she walks over to me and checks out my clothes.
"Umm, clothes," I say in a smart ass tone.
"No, you're not wearing that. You look like a hoodlum in that. Go change."
I looked at her and rolled my eyes. I grabbed my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. As I walked toward the door I heard my mom say, "I told you to change. Listen to me Jaz."
"Mom, have I ever listened to you?" I asked as I placed my hands on my hips and looked at her.
"You're right. Nevermind then."
I laughed to myself and walked out the door to my friend Zac's house. He was pretty cool. His parents loved me.
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"Hey Jaz, what's up?" Zac said as he yawned and let me in.
"Nothing much. My mom tried to make me change. This time she didn't succeed," I said as I put my backpack on the floor in front of the couch and plopped on it.
"I can see that. Normally you're wearing light, bright colors. But you look like you now. Not like some prep," he said as he plopped on the chair next to the couch.
We sat there talking for a few minutes and then fell asleep. Zac fell asleep 10 minutes before I did. He was laying sideways on the chair and looked comfortable. I grabbed a blanket and put it on him, layed back on the couch and fell fast asleep.
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"Jaz, Zac, wake up!" I hear Zac's mom yell from the kitchen. I wake up and rub my eyes. Luckily, my eyeliner didn't spread. I look at Zac and he was still out of it. I get up and shake him.
When that didn't work, I then laugh and begin to say, "Oh Zacy-Poo, wake up. I wanna kiss."
Zac instantly woke up and looked at me in a creeped out looked. I laughed harder. "What was that all about?" he asked as he stood up, folded the blanket and put it on the couch.
"You're mom yelled for us to wake up and you were still out of it and I decided to see if that worked and look, it did," I said as I pointed my hands at him.
"I'll be right back. I need to go get dressed," he said as he began to head upstairs.
"Can I watch?" I asked as I looked at him and started batting my eyelashes like the girls at school would to get a guy to go out with them. But it never worked with them.
Zac laughed and said, "Maybe when you're a little older."
I smiled and laughed. I sat back on the couch and noticed the black and blue notebook I see Zac writing in at school. When I asked him what he wrote in it, he said it was personal. I reached for it and then all of a sudden I hear a loud, "Don't touch that!" I look up instantly and startled. It was Zac.
He rushed down and grabbed it and pulled it to his chest in a fast motion, I practically didn't see him even grab it. "I told you this is personal," he said angrily.
I looked away frightened and upset. My eyes began to water and my vision was getting all blurry. I began to feel more hurt than ever before.
-Zac's POV-
When I see Jaz look away upset and frightened I drop my notebook to the floor and rush over to her. I wrap my arms around her and stroke her hair. "Shh, calm down Jaz. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go off like that," I said as I rocked her slowly. She began to cry on my shoulder as I continued to try and calm her down.
About 10 minutes later she calmed down and I walked back upstairs. I felt so bad making her cry like that. I had never done that before. I kept thinking why in the world would I blow up for something like that.
-My POV-
As I calmed down and wiped away as much eyeliner as I could, I look at the floor near the edge of the couch and see his Zac's notebook barely sticking out from under it. I look toward the stares as I reach down to pick it up. I pick it up and carefully and quietly put it in my backpack.
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Zac finally came down and I put the book I was reading back in my backpack and zipped it up. We grabbed our stuff and yelled bye to his mom and headed toward the school.
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We arrived at school about 15 minutes later and had 3 minutes to get to class. "Shit! Come on! We're gonna be late!" I said as Zac and I started running upstairs. When we reached the top we started charging toward the end of the hall. When we reached our room we jumped into the door and sat in our seats as the bell rang.
We looked at each other and the class was laughing. We then stood up and bowed and sat back down laughing with them as we were trying to catch outr breath.
About 10 minutes later the teacher walked in and the class busted out laughing. Obviously, she didn't notice that she had white paint on the back of her skirt. I fell to the floor and hurt my side because I was laughing so hard. Mrs. Donaldson glared at me and told me to get back in my seat and calm down.
I got back up and sat in my seat. I calmed down but buried my face in my arms and continued to laugh.
"Jazmine Richards to the couselor's office. Jazmine Richards to the couselor's office. Thank you." I hear come over the intercom. I grab my stuff and head downstairs.
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I arrive in the office and tell them the counselor wanted to see me. I wonder what the old douchebag Barlow wanted this time. I walked in the counselor's office and see his chair turned around. "You wanted to see me, sir?" I said as I placed my bag by the door and sat down in a chair near his desk.
"Yes, I did, Ms. Richards," the voice said in response. But the voice I heard wasn't Barlow. The chair turned and I saw a young guy, around 25, in it. My heart began to beat faster and my thoughts were running out of control. The man sitting there was so cute.
"Am.. I in.. any tro..trouble, sir?" I stammered. I couldn't speak right since I was sitting in front of the hottest guy in the whole school.
He just laughed and said, "No, no. Not at all. I just need to know what the students are like. I know it's odd, but I need to know what I'm in for and what I should expect from each student."
I sighed in relief and slouched a little in the chair. "So, uh, what do you need to know, sir?" I said as I straightened back up and sat on my hands for no reason.
"Please. Call me Mr. Pritchard. I just need to know what you like to do, what are your hobbies, stuff like that."
I sat there thinking for a minute and then responded, "I like to hang with my friends, hang with my family most of the time, read, and play bass."
"Interesting. I play the bass for a band. You probably never heard of the band though. We're not that big. We just started you know?"
"Cool. I have heard songs from this band but I can't figure out who sings them," I said as I scooted closer to the desk.
"Really? Maybe the band I'm in. Who knows," he said as he leaned in and rested his arms on the desk.
We sat there talking and I got along with him really well. We like the same things. The bad thing is, too bad he's 25 and my counselor.
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I got up and it was about 10 minutes till school was out. "Whoa. I was in here that long. Wierd. But cool. I'll see you later Mr. Pritchard," I said as I walked to the door and grabbed my bag.
"Jazmine wait up," Mr. Pritchard said as he stood up and walked over to me.
"Yeah?"
"Um," he said hesitantly. "Uh, I need to give you something."
"Okay. What?" I said, a little pissed.
"Umm," he said again. More hesitantly.
"Get on with it!" I said as I shook him a little.
He then grabbed my hand, placed his free hand on my cheek and then kissed me. My eyes widened and I then fluttered them closed as I inhaled slowly. My knees grew weak and I all the anger I had melted away. I inhaled deeply again as I felt our tongues press against each other. I never had anything like this before my life. I knew this was completely wrong, but he was so gorgous. Beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair, about 5'7," and perfect build. Who could resist that? But I had to stop it, he was my counselor for god sakes.
After about 10 seconds I pulled away and said, "No, stop. I can't." I then ran out of his office and to my bus before he could say a word to me.
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