Jimmy

As Jimmy entered the counselor's office he glared at Vicky. “What do yaw want” He grumbled. Vicky tsked at wrote something in her clipboard, “Why are you so mad, Jimmy?” She asked.

“Cause everyone’s so fucking mad with me!” He spat, his eyes glaring. Vicky cleared her throat, “I’m not mad at you.” Jimmy scoffed, “Soon you will be.”

“Do people pick on you?” She asked, staring at Jimmy lanky form. Jimmy grinned, “Hell no.” Vicky got up, making sure to draw his attention to her legs, “Jimmy, you’ve been in trouble before, but I can help you.”

Jimmy growled as she got nearer. “All you have to do it cooperate with me,” She walked behind the chair he was sitting on, running a hand on his chest, “And I can make the anger go away.”

Jimmy was silent for a minute, “Are you hitting on me?” Vicky rolled her eyes, pinched the back of his neck and smiled as Jimmy slouched forward.