The Troubled Youth Inc.

Chapter 6

*SETH’S POV*

Just as I expected, she didn’t recognize me. Curiosity got the best of me as to why the lady who works part-time at the public library during the night shift has stopped coming for she now works in this tiny establishment called ‘Troubled Youth Inc.’

I like looking at her serious expression behind those glasses of hers as she looks down to scribble some notes about me which reminds me of her checking the books out for me back at the library without making eye contact for she’s too busy reading books of her own selection.

“Why do you think you’re a sociopath, Seth?” She asked with her sexy husky voice.

“I fit 3 out of the 7 criteria for being a sociopath which are lying, showing aggressive behavior, and not feeling guilt or remorse.” I like memorizing the criteria for mental disorders.

“You don’t seem like the type to show aggressiveness…” Clement carefully studied my face.

“I mean, not always but when I couldn’t stand it anymore, it’s like all hell breaks loose.” I tried to explain. I hope she doesn’t get turned off by that.

“I see. Have you tried consulting a psychiatrist before?” She fixed her glasses in place.

“No, that’s why I’m here.” Actually, this is just my pathetic excuse to get closer to her. For someone who isn’t interested in other people, somehow, this girl right here caught my attention and I want to find out why. What makes her different than the rest of the mundane human race?

“Do you like books as much as I do?” I tried to drop a hint of some things that we share in common.

“I love books! Oh, look at the time… our session is almost up. I guess we should wrap it up.”

“Can I come by again next week at the same time?” This feels more like a blind date really than a counseling session which I do not mind.

“Sure. Let’s continue our talk next session.” She smiled.

“It was nice meeting you, Clement.” I extended my hand for her to shake as I gazed into her lovely green eyes.

“Likewise.” Yep, there’s something about those green eyes alright…

*CLEMENTINE’S POV*

“So, what is America’s sweetheart’s problem?” Ash asked the minute Seth left the office.

“He thinks he’s a sociopath. Maybe I should refer him to a psychiatrist. Do you know someone?” I sighed.

“What are you talking about? I’m sure you can handle him just fine! You’re like a psychiatrist in the making…” My boss said.

“What?”

“But he is rather sketchy. I mean, have you seen any psychopaths out there who admit that they’re psychopaths? Maybe it’s just for show. Plus the guy is too pretty. My motto in life is to never trust a pretty face… except for you of course. You’re too pure for this world.” Ash ran his mouth.

“I’m not that pure. Anyway, we should really push through with our brainstorming meeting as soon as possible.”

“Definitely. Let’s do it tomorrow!” Ash felt psyched up all of a sudden.

~THE NEXT DAY~

“I’m afraid we can’t do the brainstorming today. You have a new case waiting for you in the counseling room. This one’s a special case. I’m sponsoring this kid out of the generosity of my heart. You have five minutes to go through his case file.” Ash handed me the folder which I immediately scanned. I couldn’t even retort back to him since there was no time.

Maverick Daniels

Age/s*x: 19 year old male

Birth date: December 27, 2001

Height & weight: 5’12”; 68 kg

Hair: Black, wavy disheveled hair

Eye color: Hazel

Skin color: Fair

Posture & habitual action: Slouched posture; smoking cigarettes

Clothing style: Street style

Ethnicity: Half French & American

Class: Higher class

Education: Senior high student; low marks

Home life: Orphan, in custody of rich aunt

Hobbies: Books, sports, gang

Sex life: Not interested in opposite sex

Ambitions: No ambition

Temperament: Both Choleric & Melancholic

Attitude toward life & people: Not interested

Abilities/qualities: Can speak French & play any sport but has bad judgment

Parent complaint: According to aunt, she wants Maverick to be tamed.

Wow, his aunt must think of the poor boy as a pet tiger or something.

“Hello, I’m Clementine Bishop and I’m in charge of your case. What’s your name?” I introduced myself as soon as I got inside room.

“Didn’t you check my file already?” Maverick eyed the folder that I was holding.

“Right. Do you have any nickname, Mr. Daniels?” I inquired.

“Call me Maver.” He simply stated. His name rhymes with wafer. Just a random thought.

Maver had a small and thin face like a girl’s with thick eyebrows, hazel eyes that are a bit sleepy, long nose, full lips, and a prominent jawline. I think he’s probably prettier than me but why am I comparing myself to a boy right here?

He was wearing an all-black school uniform with a white shirt underneath and a cross necklace with silver hoop piercings on both ears, the kind that you see in anime with delinquent students.

“Tell me about your hobbies, Maver.” I started asking.

“…” The guy just stared back at me with a blank expression which made me wonder why. He’s probably just too lazy to answer.

“Okay… which high school do you go to?” I moved on to another question after five minutes of having a staring contest with him.

“I go to a public school now since I got kicked out from my other private schools once or twice.” He nonchalantly replied. That explains why he’s still in senior high despite of his age, I guess.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“To kill time.”

“Could you elaborate more on that, please?”

“I made an agreement with my aunt wherein she’ll continue to give me my allowance if I went to this thing.” Maver rolled his pretty hazel eyes.

“Are you close with your aunt?” I pried.

“Hell no. The woman just takes pity on me ever since I lost my parents.” Maver yawned.

“Perhaps she’s just concerned about your welfare.” I stated.

“I feel like taking a nap. This conversation bores me to death. Let’s have a break, shall we?” Maver insisted. We were only halfway through our session though…

I could tell that this is another difficult case like Levin Cole but less annoying.