Thread: Just Bad Luck? (Aember&Mrow)

Esteban was accustomed to dealing with troubled youth. That was his goal as a principal of a Catholic Correcting school. He was used to seeing boys jump from school to school. But as head of the entire place, he was proud to say that once a troubled boy came into St. Francis' doors, they hardly left. In fact, he'd seen two boys leave on bad terms. One had been hurt and had to have special care taken care of him for it. A fight in one of the dorms no doubt. The other... Well the other had been a special case. The only boys that ever left his school were refined gentlemen, and when their parents met them they rarely ever believed that their boys could act in such a way. These were boys troubled all their lives. Esteban could understand that. He'd grown up troubled as well. He'd grown up in Mexico, miles and miles away from where they currently were. But boys were shipped here to the school from all over the world. He'd made sure of that. Esteban did not want boys growing up in their own countries, dealing with things like he'd had to. That didn't make his methods any nicer, however. There was corporal punishment and it was all permitted. Laws didn't apply to the school, so none of that would get in the way. But there was also a liability contract that was signed. The teachers and staff would take no responsibility for what happened to the boys. The older male was busy reading over this youth's file. There was background information for the student, his schools, as well as his parents information. Occupations, criminal records, etc. Esteban had a very systematic and psychological way of going about this. Psychology had been one of his majors, so he applied it to almost everything. And there was nothing that could beat down a poor rebel kid than explaining just why they'd ended up in the position they were in. He had yet to find a kid he really couldn't crack. Esteban prided himself in that. The twenty-seven year old shifted comfortably in his chair. He was attractive, that was no lie. And definitely young for the position that he'd taken up. Despite his earlier years of delinquency, Esteban had excelled in college, and graduated early. Teaching had never been his thing, so he went right for the head job. Luck would have it that he would be put in this position, and be brushing brown hair out of his tired sea blue eyes right then and there, as Johnathan entered the room. Esteban was tan, but not so much. A nice cream color. He looked like he might be mixed with some race that would lighten him up from his original color. The man was not large, nor muscular, but he had a look about him that just screamed intimidation. Maybe it was the way that he held himself. He didn't even bother glancing up to see the boy that walked in. He'd seen Johnathan's face, the face of a troublemaker, a thousand times before. Sure all the boys were different at the school, but Esteban considered them all the same. Sad pathetic little things that had no real grasp about what was going on in the world, which was why they rebelled. And he found it in his right to teach them otherwise. Usually this was in the form of some kind of pain. Pain lasted much longer than anything else. Hello... He drawled out beneath plump lips, glancing up at the boy. Esteban had to be just a little taller than him, perhaps a little thicker. It's very nice to meet you Johnathan. Now... Let's see what you're in for... The man paused, then rolled his eyes. How completely typical of somebody like you. Couldn't you have thought of something more clever and vengeful? He'd start by playing to Johnathan's tastes, and start figuring the boy out. He sat back in his chair, looking completely unaware that he was the definition of suave and sexiness. Hmm?