Dex had not been enjoying his first week at high school. He hadn't even seen the point to going. He hadn't been to a real school in eight years and that was practically a lifetime for a sixteen year old. But when he'd tried to protest to Dr. Mercer, all she'd told him was that he needed to learn how to socialize in the real world and how to "control himself." He knew what she meant. This was an experiment to see if he could keep from letting his psychopathy rule his thoughts and cause him to act out. If it didn't work out, he'd be right back to spending a majority of his time in the psychiatric institute where he'd spent half his life now.
Dex hadn't possessed high hopes for what high school could be like but it was even worse than he'd expected. He felt like there was some sort of invisible signal all teens gave off like radio airwaves. But if everyone else's was tuned into FM, Dex's was AM, and they could all somehow sense that about him. He was too socially awkward and too weird for the other teenagers. Dex felt like he was always saying or doing the exact wrong thing he shouldn't have when he was interacting with his peers.
He thought making friends would be impossible. He'd consider it to be lucky if he could just get the teasing and bullying to stop. While he hadn't taken it lying down by any means, Dex hadn't gone quite so far as to get into any fights. He couldn't be sure of if he'd have enough control to stop before he seriously hurt or even killed anyone he got into one with. If that happened, he knew for certain he would never get back into the real world. Much as Dr. Mercer loved him, he knew she also had an ethical duty to protect people from him, for only she knew just how dangerous he could be.
So for the most part he'd spent the past five days being miserable, feeling far more isolated and alone then he'd felt in years. It was easy to be on his own when that was what he wanted. It was far harder when that was his assigned position in the social pecking order. He dug around in his locker for the book he needed for his next class. As with his room back at the institute, it was neat and orderly so he could easily find everything. As he pulled his Calculus book out, he felt like there was someone looking at him.
He looked up directly into the eyes of a stunningly beautiful girl with the most vivid pair of green eyes he'd ever seen. His whole mind and body froze up, complete with his schoolbook still only pulled out of his locker halfway. Dex eventually remembered this was the moment where he was supposed to say something so he didn't come off as a weirdo just staring at someone. "Hi," he eventually managed. "Aren't you in my English class?"
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Dex hadn't possessed high hopes for what high school could be like but it was even worse than he'd expected. He felt like there was some sort of invisible signal all teens gave off like radio airwaves. But if everyone else's was tuned into FM, Dex's was AM, and they could all somehow sense that about him. He was too socially awkward and too weird for the other teenagers. Dex felt like he was always saying or doing the exact wrong thing he shouldn't have when he was interacting with his peers.
He thought making friends would be impossible. He'd consider it to be lucky if he could just get the teasing and bullying to stop. While he hadn't taken it lying down by any means, Dex hadn't gone quite so far as to get into any fights. He couldn't be sure of if he'd have enough control to stop before he seriously hurt or even killed anyone he got into one with. If that happened, he knew for certain he would never get back into the real world. Much as Dr. Mercer loved him, he knew she also had an ethical duty to protect people from him, for only she knew just how dangerous he could be.
So for the most part he'd spent the past five days being miserable, feeling far more isolated and alone then he'd felt in years. It was easy to be on his own when that was what he wanted. It was far harder when that was his assigned position in the social pecking order. He dug around in his locker for the book he needed for his next class. As with his room back at the institute, it was neat and orderly so he could easily find everything. As he pulled his Calculus book out, he felt like there was someone looking at him.
He looked up directly into the eyes of a stunningly beautiful girl with the most vivid pair of green eyes he'd ever seen. His whole mind and body froze up, complete with his schoolbook still only pulled out of his locker halfway. Dex eventually remembered this was the moment where he was supposed to say something so he didn't come off as a weirdo just staring at someone. "Hi," he eventually managed. "Aren't you in my English class?"