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I watched him give me the coldest look ever, and Mrs. Kinsey was quickly writing something down on a yellow notepad sitting beside her on her desk. Damn, for an old lady she can write fast. It wasn't like I was scared of Roc or anything but the way he looked at me made my heart stop for a sec, and not in the lovey-dovey way. Once he was done putting me six feet under with those brown eyes of his, he shifted his glance over to Mrs. Kinsey. She was still writing who knows what. "What the fuck are you writing about?" Roc said, getting up and walking towards the front of her desk. Not that it was a long walk or anything I was just- forget it. Mrs. Kinsey glanced up and once she got a peek of Roc she went right back to writing like she was on a coffee high or some shit. I could tell Roc was scaring the living daylights out of her with the "thug life" attitude he gives off. "I asked you a question, you deaf or something?" he semi-yelled, giving her the 'the fuck' look and knocking the black sharpie pen out her hand. "Nothing Mr. August, please sit down." She mumbled calmly, trying to put the notebook inside one of the drawers of her desk. "I promise, just take a seat so we can finish our session." He just stood there looking like he was about to rip her head off. I noticed small little veins popping out his muscles as his breathing got a little louder. I decided I should get up because I kind of started it. So I went over and stood next to him. "Roc, chill out" I whispered, grabbing his arm. He looked at me with this crazy look in eye. All I did was look at him back, "Chill."
Prolouge.
