Bad Boy | Ethan Gonzales

Sure, everyone had problems. But, Ethan? He was the problem. The guy who causes mayhem where ever he goes? Ethan. Or maybe the guy who would beat up someone else just for the fun of it? Yep—That would be Ethan.

It came to the point where both his parents and the teachers were fed up with his bull shit, offering Ethan to go to some counselling thing to 'talk about his problems' or some shit. "Counselling? Me? Fuck no!" Ethan growled, standing up from the chair. He gave the principal a look.

"Yes, counselling. You have proven to me practically daily that you need someone to talk to. There is a counselling session tomorrow at four, right after school. It's a pity, really. I haven't had to hand someone off to a counselor in ages," Mr. Green muttered, looking back down to sign some paperwork on his desk.

Ethan on the other hand felt like he was going to explode. Or maybe slap the principal across the face? Most likely both. "Screw you, I don't need this or your damn pity."

Mr. Green pushed up his glasses as he looked up at Ethan. He was getting pretty tired of Ethan lashing out at him. "Perhaps you should reconsider, Ethan. I'd hate to resort to expelling you," he said flatly. "There are many things I could expel you for, but yet I haven't. Exhibit A. Vandalism. You spray painted a dick on the school walls. Exhibit B. You beat up a professor for failing you. The list goes on and on..."

"But—" Ethan stopped talking, curling up his fists into a ball. He wanted to argue more, but he knew he couldn't get in any more trouble. At least not yet. "Fine, I'll go to stupid counselling," Ethan muttered, feeling defeated. With that, he stormed out of the principal's office.

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The next day, it was Tuesday Afternoon. It was Ethan's last class for the day, Mr. Harrington's class—A.k.a. the professor that Ethan beat up. Mr. Harrington walked into the class with a black eye. Ethan smirked, admiring his work.

Mr. Harrington cleared his throat, getting all the students attention. "Hello, everyone. Today, we have a pop quiz!" The whole class groaned. Mr. Harrington's class was always the worst, had a pop quiz every week. "But first, let's start off with the question of the day," he said, smirking at Ethan who obviously wasn't paying attention. "Ethan. What happens last during mitosis?"

The whole class turned to look at Ethan. "Huh?" Ethan looked up to see everyone staring at him. "Fuck off," he muttered. "You said what happens last during mitosis?" What kind of question is that? Ethan thought to himself. "I don't fucking know, maybe you should have easier questions." He complained.

"Maybe you should start paying attention instead of thinking about ass all day? The question is easy, you just don't pay attention." Mr. Harrington said coldly, causing the whole class to laugh at Ethan.

Ethan was now at his limit, fighting the urge to beat up the professor again. Instead of rebelling, he kept quiet and waiting until the class ended. He didn't fucking need this right now. For the rest of the class, Ethan sat there in boredom. He put in random answers to the questions on the pop quiz, then drew a dick on the paper. Y'know, just so people knew it was his work.

When the class ended, everyone turned in their quiz at the front. Ethan made sure he did it fast so he could leave the classroom. It was now ten minutes till four so, he had just enough time to make it to the counselling room. Five minutes later, Ethan arrived to the room. He opened the door to see some guy working on his computer.

"Yo," Ethan said, knocking on the door. He watched as the guy gestured for him to come over, so he complied. Ethan dropped his bag and sat down in the chair in front of him. "So, you're my counselor?" Ethan asked, eyeing the counselor up and down. Damn, that guy is hot as fuck. He thought.