Shitty Introduction
September 10th
Friday
“Starting a multitude of school fights, talking back to teachers, and violent tendencies. If I'm correct you were sent here for behavior correction Mr. Barton.” Mrs. Jiles read of her computer, looking up to meet his eyes
Clint flicked his gaze away from hers, refusing to talk.
Letting out a sigh Mrs. Jiles looked back to the computer and started typing some more before sliding a journal over to him.
“This will be your own personal journal. It's only for you to use and look at. I want you to write in here when you're angry or don't know how to properly show your emotions. I also want to meet with you once every two weeks to see how you're doing.”
Clint hesitated before begrudgingly taking the journal.
“I have also signed you up for the Service Club. I think it would be a great way for you to help out the community and also for you to meet people in your grade. So please head to Room 213 after school.” Mrs. Jiles added, and Clint found it useless to try and talk back against it.
It was quite in the office for a few seconds before Mrs.Jiles went back to typing and waved him off.
“Go on.”
Getting out the chair he left the office. Shoving the journal in his bag. Like hell he would actually write in that thing. Rolling his eyes Clint grabbed out his schedule from his jacket pocket and checked what class he would be heading to.
English Mr. Hevan Room205. Good. He was already on the right floor.
Navigating the second story, Clint opened the door to Mr. Hevan explaining the basic works of the class.
“Ah, Mr. Barton glad you could make it.” Mr. Hevan greeted as all eyes went to him. “You can go sit next to Rogers over there.”
The kid who was presumed Rogers gave a polite wave before looking back down at his notebook. Awkwardly walking through the class, Clint sat down at the table.
“Since it's the first day of school and most of you are newcomers I’d like you to spend the class getting to know the person sitting next to you, and as homework give me a compilation of what you’ve learned about this person.” Mr. Hevan instructed before students turned to the person at their desk and started mingling.
Clint glanced at the guy next to him, who was still sketching on his notebook. Sitting back in his chair there was no way in hell he was going to engage in the conversation first.
This silence went on for a good bit until Rogers looked up from his sketch and glanced at Clint.
“You can call me Steve.” he said
“Clint.”
After the brief name exchange it went back to silence. Well the most silence one could get while an entire class was chattering loudly.
“I like to draw.”
“I can tell.”
After that there was more silence before Clint realized he was expected to share something.
“I… like too-” Dragging on his “too” Clint tried to think of something he was good at, “Piss people off”
Steve gave him a judging look and it registered in his mind what he actually had said.
“Wait no- that's something I'm good at. Not something I like- shit”
“Language.” Steve blurted out
And now it was Clint's turn to give him the judging look.
Steve flushed and looked back at his drawing, “Sorry instinct”
With an amused smile, “Guess we both suck at this socializing thing”
Steve sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah” and gave him a small smile.