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out of this awful situation. And besides, why the heck he has the guts to ask me about my private life?
    "What’s the point? We were talking about other stuff," I tell with a tone of disinterest.
    "I know but I moved on, and now I am asking you something else," he says and several seconds later he adds, as if I am okay with the fact that he decided to move on and I would love to answer all his inquiries, "Is everything okay?"
    "Yeap," I tell.
    "Are you sure, young lady?" He is seriously starting to annoy me.
    "Why you keep underestimating me?" I question him.
    "I am not," he denies.
    "So please, stop making me feel like I am such a liar."
    "I am sorry, it is not my intention." He is staring at me all serious, and I have the urge to punch him directly in between his big eyebrows just above his nose.
    "Sure," I say sarcastically.
    "It truly isn’t. I just want to know if everything is right on its place." It is but your face won't be if you keep talking to me like that.
    "Why wouldn’t it?" I ask while tightening all the features of my face and also hardly clenching my fists. I am not angry at him, by the way, I just feel that I have many emotions trapped inside my body which are taking over now.
    "Don’t be rough, Von Steemberg. I care about you, we all do." He is now talking to me as if I were a psychopath who has a terrible mental illness that can't be cured and as if he was giving me emotional support and trying to make me feel important and loved. CAN HE JUST STOP?
    "I am okay. Endpoint," I sigh angrily.
    "I know your dad left you and your mom lots of years ago. I want to help you, Mrs. Von Steem—"
    "HELP ME? SERIOUSLY? WHAT CAN YOU DO TO HELP ME, HUH? HOOK UP WITH MY MOM IF YOU WANT TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER, BUT SERIOUSLY?  DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME? I DON’T HAVE A FATHER AND THAT’S IT, YOU CAN’T HELP ME. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. JEEZ." I get up from that fucking chair and yell directly at him, I don't care if I interrupted him. His eyes are huge and his lips, tensed. He was definitely not expecting such a scandalous reaction like mine, but I feel kind of relieved, to be honest. Now I understand why Mr. Montgomery hasn’t been kicked out yet; I was completely right and everyone in here is arrogant as hell.
    "I think you need to take a deep breath and calm down." I can't understand how he can stay calm and still. If I were him I would have already kicked my ass and get me expelled from fucking college. But I am not that reposeful like he is and that’s the reason why I could never be on his place and respect some random freak teenager girl a.k.a. Calypso that starts yelling at me totally out of her mind.
    "And I think you should shut the fu— Shut up." I know that I am overreacting but I love drama and I am not scared of him because he is definitely not going to kick me out from his own college because that means less money and a worse reputation. If something like this happens, I am totally capable of making it a huge scandal and beyond any doubts I will publish something like "Joshua Abernathy —principal of a college in Boston— has kicked out an innocent girl with no father". Awesome.
    "You are seriously struggling at the moment because; let me tell you that if you weren't, you would definitely not react that way. We have some specialists in college that may give you a hand." I seriously can't believe how he is still trying to help me. Give up already, dude. I decide to stay quiet and look like I am pissed but at the same time I pretend that I don't care, although I don't need to pretend, because I honestly don't care. I am just arguing and shouting at him because is fun. I sit back on the chair.
    "I am sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you," he apologizes kindly. How does he do it? I want the antidote; I bet he takes lots of chill pills between hours.
    "Well, you did. And I don’t need any hand," I let him know for approximately the fifth time straight.
    "Aright, lady, when you decide to seek some help,