ericrodman101
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Gerry watched Toby eat. So the kid wasn't happy with the short rations. Already learning something from sad old Gerry, eh?
He ate the sandwich he'd kept for himself. Toby eyed that greedily. We gotta do something about the way you live kid, Gerry thought. This crazy arrangement just isn't going to do.
He wondered if this was how it was going to be, every morning until....what? Toby graduated? As if that was going to happen given how he treated classes. He'd finish at the end of May but it wouldn't be graduation. Toby would be lucky to get a certificate of attendance.
Or maybe he'd just up and leave. Gerry was surprised every minute Toby bothered to stay. It was like finding and feeding a wild animal. They stayed while the food supply held up. But cut it off, and they'd be off.
And then there was the third option. Excluded or arrested. Given the record this seemed very likely. One assault with a bottle was bad enough. A second would get Toby time inside. Gerry and the school, and all the gooders he could muster, wouldn't convince the police a second time to keep Toby out of jail. And then what would happen. Graduation to the hardest, harshest state university of them all. The county correction centre. Gerry had no interest in anyone ending up there. No matter what they did.
Toby had his eyes shut. Gerry could see how tired he was.
"Hey, Toby, I've got a gym mat curled up back here somewhere."
Gerry fetched the mat, unrolling it in the middle of the room.
"You sleep there if you want. When the nurse comes in I want her to look at your eye and nose. And she might let you sleep on the bed in the clinic."
Toby opened one eye and watched him suspiciously.
"And no fucking with the nurse. Mrs Bachelor isn't a pushover like good ole Gerry. You fuck with her and it'll be your balls need looking at."
He ate the sandwich he'd kept for himself. Toby eyed that greedily. We gotta do something about the way you live kid, Gerry thought. This crazy arrangement just isn't going to do.
He wondered if this was how it was going to be, every morning until....what? Toby graduated? As if that was going to happen given how he treated classes. He'd finish at the end of May but it wouldn't be graduation. Toby would be lucky to get a certificate of attendance.
Or maybe he'd just up and leave. Gerry was surprised every minute Toby bothered to stay. It was like finding and feeding a wild animal. They stayed while the food supply held up. But cut it off, and they'd be off.
And then there was the third option. Excluded or arrested. Given the record this seemed very likely. One assault with a bottle was bad enough. A second would get Toby time inside. Gerry and the school, and all the gooders he could muster, wouldn't convince the police a second time to keep Toby out of jail. And then what would happen. Graduation to the hardest, harshest state university of them all. The county correction centre. Gerry had no interest in anyone ending up there. No matter what they did.
Toby had his eyes shut. Gerry could see how tired he was.
"Hey, Toby, I've got a gym mat curled up back here somewhere."
Gerry fetched the mat, unrolling it in the middle of the room.
"You sleep there if you want. When the nurse comes in I want her to look at your eye and nose. And she might let you sleep on the bed in the clinic."
Toby opened one eye and watched him suspiciously.
"And no fucking with the nurse. Mrs Bachelor isn't a pushover like good ole Gerry. You fuck with her and it'll be your balls need looking at."