Mad World (Kalijah)

[Riley Coleson]

It had been quite some time since Riley last talked to a counselor, and he was kind of curious as to exactly why he had been called in. Maybe the counselor wanted to talk about his past? His alcoholic and abusive mother, his baby sister or maybe the dad that bailed? Or maybe the way Riley seemed to roam the school as if he owned it, sleeping around, bullying and always getting into fights because of his anger issues. The possibilities were endless, and hopefully for him, it was only a routine thing, and he'd be back out in no time.

When he finally reached the student counselor's office, he gave the door a knock, and without waiting for anyone to reply, Riley pushed himself through the door with a smug smirk on his lips, and the smug only grew wider as he noticed just what was sitting in front of him.

Damn. The counselor was hot. Tossing everything he had previously said about sleeping with the Staff aside, because this was surely something he'd enjoy getting down with, ''Well, hello there,'' he said with his most charming voice, ''I do not believe we've met, I'm Ben Dover,'' he gave the woman a wink before sitting down in the chair in front of her desk, leaning his elbows against the wooden plate and pursing his lips.

''Tell me, what's a pretty thing like yourself doing locked up in here?,'' Riley gave the room a dramatic once-over before his eyes settled back at her face, then her chest and back at her face again, ''Someone who looks like that should surely roam free and wild, without a dusty ol' office holding you back,''

He was a class A asshole and he loved it.

[Kalijah Olici]

"And what, might I ask, would I be bending over for?" That was the guidance counselor's response. Thus far this kid came into her office without even giving her the opportunity to answer the door. This was a bit annoying. Oh but she expected this young man to be a pain. He had the reputation of being more annoying than a gnat on steroids and growth hormones. But to sexually harass her on the first meeting? She had to bring him down a peg or two. "No need in bending over. After all, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," she joked. 

The words she spoke had the tendency to sound nice even when she was being completely nasty. "Or before I hurt you," she thought to herself. The counselor had to make a mental note not to allow this student to get under her skin. It was one thing to be annoyed. There was another issue entirely that would arise with a student that had a tendency for alternative thoughts. While she was amused for a few moments there were times where the thought of encasing this guy in a box of glass and shattering it so that it'd take ages to pull out all of the shards crossed her mind more than once.

Kalijah Olici was the counselor's name. This woman had the reputation to get her job done. Now, the methods she used? Well, perhaps some of those methods were a bit unorthodox. However, it was results that the Bellefonte Academy cared about. As long as she didn't do anything inherently illegal she was free to do what she pleased. It was for this reason that she took a rather aggressive approach from the start. She allowed the young man to finish his words and pose his questions. Once he stopped speaking that was when therapy would begin.

"Mr. Coleson the reason why I called you here is because we have an issue," she explained. Kalijah stood up and pulled open her office drawer. Her legs were together since she didn't always stand that well in a skirt and high heels. Though, once she had a quick glance in the mirror she couldn't blame the young man for the compliments. She was wearing a gray skirt, red high heels, a white blouse, red lipstick and her hair was in a bun. The whole look was complete with glasses. She certainly pulled off that naughty librarian look she was after.

She retrieved a file out of her drawer and closed it. Once the file was opened she dropped the contents onto the desk. "Do you know what this is Mr. Coleson? You aware? That's a file of your harassment. You even know people think you are harassing them?" she queried. It was a rhetorical question. She believed that of course he had to have known that. Believing that he knew what he was doing Kalijah took a seat and crossed her legs. Her glasses were removed and placed on her desk. "Do you know the kind of position that puts me in Mr. Coleson? Do you?" she asked. 

Her eyes narrowed at him. There was a bit of annoyance but she went to a smile. No need in stooping down to a child's level over this. "You see, normal cases like this just ends up in someone getting beaten up or a suspension or detention. But when you have adults and children who could level a tank with a snot rocket from their nostrils well then we have a different dynamic," she pointed out. She began playing with her glasses. "What does all this mean to you? No, what SHOULD all this mean to you?" she leaned in to answer that question for him. "I can only counsel you. I can't protect you when you piss off the wrong person Riley," she went on to say.

[Riley Coleson]

Her response had him cackling, all though he refrained from answering. As much as he appreciated the sass, he didn't really see the point. He knew as well as anyone that being needy was far from attractive, and especially when it came to a prude, which the woman seemed to ooze of. Though, all she had to do was ask and he'd willingly help her loosen up.

No, Riley was far from stupid and he was well aware of how his words, his actions and his behavior came across to people. He put up a dumber act to keep himself a little more shielded. In fact, away from all the sexist comments, the sleeping around and the aggression, he was nothing more than a scared little boy with both daddy and mommy issues. Of course, this was not something Riley would have to admit. Unless it was Hadley. That girl seemed to pry out even his darkest secrets and the worst part? She accepted him for it. The girl loved him unconditionally and it was quite frankly a little scary.

''It's quite obvious, yes,'' Riley replied with a dulled expression. Oh joy, yet another grown up treating him like he was dumb. Come on, did they never check up on the facts? Riley was a straight A student, who's only flaw lay inside his pants and it's lust to crawl out every now and then.

Riley patiently waited for the woman to finish her speech, keeping the dull expression as he waited and yawned before replying, ''You know, you would make a lot more of an impression if you stopped talking as if you're superior to me, or the fact that you oh so clearly seem to think I'm slow. Well, guess what, Teacher, I'm not, and if you take a look into those files of yours, I'm sure you'll see that yourself,'' he paused, interlocking his fingers as a smirk crawled onto his lips, ''As for the harassment, did you ask them if this happened before or after I slept with them? You clearly have little insight about how it really is out there. I don't harass people. They normally come to me, and maybe my flaw is that I don't say no, but heck, I'm a guy. I do what guys do. Now, the question still remains, if these accusations are a result of scorned women who truly believe they can change every bad boy out there by spreading their legs, who am I to deny it? We all know what side you're going to take, so let's cut this short, hm?''

Riley stood on his feet, pushing the chair away as he leaned forward to level with her, ''We can continue this conversation when you decide to get over yourself and not assume everyone with a bad reputation is a bad person. Considering me a bad person because of my sexual habits, my aggression and my way of dealing with drams is purely optional, but don't for a second think you'll get anywhere by speaking to me as if I'm not aware of what I do or who I am,'' It was quite frankly rather sad.

''I am not five years old and in a profession such as yours, aren't you supposed to keep your personal opinions, thoughts and feelings apart from the job? Clearly, from the way you've chosen to speak to me, you do not, and I don't understand how you expect me to talk to someone who can't even keep her composure up long enough to stay professional,''

And with that, Riley stood straight, pushing his hands into his pockets and looked away. He did not enjoy being treated as a child, and especially sine this was their first meeting. This woman clearly hadn't done her job by checking up on his entire set of files. But the fact that she was slacking on her job wasn't what got to him the most. It was the fact that this woman seemed to think she was better than him. He had no proof, of course, and as much as he already knew he was a troubled kid, even he deserved a little more respect than what this woman seemed to offer.

[Kalijah Olici]

She would have just sighed. She would have just tried to explain the errors she believed were in those statements of his. However, she took a slight pause to create something. Kalijah's fingers wiggled. Out of thin air a glass swan was created. A smile came from her lips. This might have appeared random but it was a strategy she resorted to in order to keep herself calm even among those she would have normally told off. She couldn't became unruly. After all, if she did this she wouldn't be much of a counselor. However, there were limits to this.

Her throat was cleared. "I understand Mr. Coleson. I am not trying to treat you like you're stupid. I only mean to show you something," she said. A laugh came from her. "I'll admit that you are an amusing person. I don't mean that as patronizing you. I don't mean it to say you're inferior. I say that as a compliment Mr. Coleson," she pointed out. Mind games was what she was good at. She believed he was caught into her web now.

The file was retrieved and placed back into her drawer. The glass swan was placed onto her desk. "You misunderstand some things though. The definition of harassment isn't what you believe or if you believe you have harassed someone. That, Mr. Coleson, is left entirely up to the accuser which I happen to believe at the moment. How could you blame me? What were you first words to me when you first came in here? Get the pattern?" Kalijah was trying to get him to see the error of his ways. She didn't think he was a bad person. In fact, he might have been a great person and she would be lying if there was a claim that she wasn't impressed with his physical abilities and attributes.

But alas not everyone could be saved or salvaged. This school was built to help those like Riley but that doesn't mean the attempt would always be successful. Even with those thoughts in mind her eyebrow quirked. "To the contrary Mr. Coleson. I find you to be absolutely intelligent. But I am disappointed. I thought you would have figured out what I was doing," she revealed. It was simple. All she had to do was show some verbal aggression and thus she would see the other side of Riley which she didn't believe to be the real him. She wanted him to see that this wasn't how she was on the regular.

She pointed at the glass ornament she created. "To say that people like me shouldn't show personal opinion is like saying that the swan here isn't a swan but just like any other bird," she explained. A sigh finally came from her lips. This wasn't a sigh of frustration. This was a sigh in the form of a quirky behavior that only came out when she was coming up with a solution to a problem. "If you choose not to talk to me that is your choice. I won't force you. All I can do is offer my help and I do realize you didn't necessarily ask for that help," she went on to say.

Kalijah stood up. "I want you to break it. The swan? Break it Riley. You have my permission," she implored him. What was the angle here? What would breaking glass accomplish?