David: Psychological ProblemsMature

"What's happening?" Alannah asked with a sigh as she walked through the front door.

I gave her a look of annoyance then looked away. I wasn't interested in talking to a girl with an attitude, plus I wasn't in the greatest of moods to begin with. Probably because Mrs. Bell never ended up leaving her house. Charlie and I didn't really want to stay in the car for a whole night so we just went home. But she had no excuse for an attitude, I give her the day off! Jerk.

I ignored her then turned away. "Charlie!"

She came around a corner and looked at me. "Yeah boss?"

"Nothing, nothing, just wanted to make sure you're here. Good."

She nodded cautiously. "Hey, do you know why Randall has a black eye?"

"Nope, but that's what I'm about to find out. Where is that weirdo anyway?"

Charlie smiled. "At his desk, he looks distracted."

I grinned for a split second then swallowed it. I then made my way across the room to his desk, where he was typing away on his laptop.

"Stop," I said as I closed it.

"Hey! That was important!"

"Shut up, you and I both know it wasn't. Where'd you get the black eye?"

"Nowhereville," he snapped. "None of your business."

Bitter. I like it. "Good, I thought it was my business. You know, my business being the case. But if it has nothing to do with that then I don't need to know about your psychological problems."

I turned to walk away. "Psychological problems?" he said. I faced him again. "What psychological problems?"

"Like you said, none of my business. I definitely do not want to talk to you about them. I mean, they are your business after all."

Randall frowned. "This is a trick isn't it? You're trying to get me to talk. Well it won't work."

"Good, I'm glad. If it did work then I'd have to talk to you about those emotional problems you've been having."

"Emotional problems?" he said, this time with a hint of anger. "What are you-Oh, I see. Still not going to work."

"Thank goodness. If it did-"

"Stop saying that!"

"Really? You want me to stop talking?"


"Good! I was afraid you'd want to talk to me about your problems."

 He sprung to his feet. "ENOUGH!" he yelled angrily. He grabbed his laptop and put it under his arm. He stomped off towards the bathroom.

"Whew! I'm glad he left! If he had stayed I would have had to talk to him about his insecurities."

Randall stopped in his tracks. He spun on his heel and marched up to me. "What insecurities, exactly?"

"Like I said, none of my business," I said with a shrug.

"You are driving me insane," he whispered sharply.

"Oh no, don't tell me you're about to talk to me about your problems."

"I am! You know why? Because I'm sick and tired of you talking to me! So now I'm going to talk! How do you feel about that one?"

"Sounds good. Should we continue this conversation in my office?"

"Sure why not?!" Randall yelled. His anger seemed to be different then a normal person's anger would be. It almost seemed as though he didn't know how to deal with anger. Fascinating.

As we walked towards my office, I could tell he seemed to feel a little more unsure about talking to me. But he must've also known that if he didn't talk to me, I'd talk more. And no sane person likes that.

I opened the door for Randall and he entered. I peaked over at Charlie, who seemed to be smiling at me. Smiling, at me! Does she...? I thought to myself as I closed the door behind me. Nahh of course not!

I sat down in my chair then faced Randall. 

"And you were saying?"

The End

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