《〰 Therapist - R.S.L 〰》Chapter 9 〰 Hot, Cold Stuff

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My eyes fluttered open to a repetitive, annoying sound of my phone's alarm.

My hand went roughly to my eyes, rubbing them as the one thing roamed my head.

Jackson is going to accompany me today; meaning I'm not going to be alone the entire day.

It's still unhealthy how I feel terribly nervous, for he seems like a total chill guy- a cold stone fox.

It's either his chilly atmosphere transfers onto me, or my bullying field attacks him abruptly.

"Get up, Princess! It's time to go," dad knocked onto the door awaiting my confirmation as I let out a whimper, lazily indicating I'm up.

I was dragged into the bathroom after turning on some music in the room to cleanse and fully wake up before looking at the mirror. Dr. Lynch's advice seemed to work just fine on me yesterday- listening to some music he'd lended me, looking at the mirror to properly breathe before reciting:

"I'm confident," which sure did make me feel powerful.. "I'm beautiful...I'm me and I love myself."

I had this on for about five minutes, trying to comprehend every sentence I say. And yet, I still felt missing, I somehow felt like I needed an extra organ inside me- or an extra feeling.

I smiled at my reflection and tried to understand my needs, failing miserably.

My braided piggy tails were slung sideways on my shoulders and I looked at the way my green eyes twinkled.

Please be a good day, Monday.

I quickly rushed to the closet, pulling out a peachy tank top, my high waisted jean shorts, a white sweater and a pair of converse to top it off with.

I untied my braided hair, revealing my well volumed, natural, beach blonde waves, to secure a cute clips in it and wear a tie in my wrist just in case.

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Never have I ever been so positive about a day at school. It's amazing how a person, a therapist to be exact, had such an impact on me. Even though I technically felt lost in this huge world, I had faith in me, like I knew what I needed.

I just wasn't ready to confess it to myself yet- perhaps a confirmation of it is what I mostly needed.

After tying my high tops, I trotted downstairs, seeing dad have his usual morning coffee, a cereal bowl put in the counter for me.

"Good morning, princess."

"Good morning, dad!" I chuckled digging into my breakfast, seeing him raise an eyebrow.

"Someone's grumpiness has been replaced," he smirked making me smile.

"I'm just sort of excited about having Jackson as my companion today at school," I explained, chewing on the lucky charms. "It's new to me."

"Jackson seems like a good guy.."

"What makes you say that??" I inquired, watching him slowly smile.

"He clearly makes you happy, and that makes me happy."

I grinned, wondering if half that was true...hoping it is.

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All eyes on the smoking hot newbie....

All eyes bulged because I, stupid Lia, am walking with him down the school alley.

"Is that Lia??"

"Oh my gosh, that guy is DEE- LICIOUS."

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend...wouldn't be a problem if Lia was his, though."

"Yeah, we could totally draw her poof."

Such attention on me was never gained and I only felt like a something in this school right at this moment. People staring AND talking about me is an ultra rarity in my life.

I tried my best to look confident, to walk ferociously, to be hard and cold, delicious and lovely...just like...dessert??

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Therapists....

"Do you usually get such attention at school?" He slowly whispered, before we sat on an empty table with our trays on it.

"Uhm, mostly, no."

Way to go; drawing the boy away...

"I guess I helped," he winked at me, a smirk plastered on his perfectly carved face, making me look down, smiling.

Just then, a pair of forceful hands pressed on the back of my chair, bringing me down to have my body bang on the floor.

"Hey, good stuff."

"Uhm hello."

Might as well need to stop crushing on Jackson, before every girl present in this school crushes my bones just to talk to him.

I pulled my buzzing phone after sitting up, aching literally everywhere, to look at the text message:

I furrowed my eyebrows at the randomly sent text from the unknown number, before another text popped up.

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