"I'm here for doctor Lynch."

I'm here to mentally prepare myself for a senior party Jackson invited me to.

I'm here to clarify what my mind is denying.

I'm here to figure out what my heart is beating for.

"You came."

That welcoming smile from the stresses out blond was enough to tone down my tensed body. His arms wrapped around my waist in a tight hug, making my eyelids flutter close at the sound of the grand door shutting.

Processing the feeling of being alone with ross in a gigantic room seemed to suddenly release every ounce of anxiety attacks I've been trying to control since I walked out of the house towards his clinic.

My body was now functioning on its own..the left side my head started to tingle when I suddenly lost the ability to breath properly. My heart begged to escape its cage and I felt nothing but lightness. It was all coming at once, making me try to pull him closer just to control my insane body.

"I hate anxiety," I mumbled shakily, feeling my body tremble and shiver when I tried to hold my uncontrollable actions.

But it was all in vain when I suddenly felt my tears pour down my face as I sobbed loudly.

I don't think I've ever felt a stronger release..never have I experienced the liberate and climax of anxiety attacks. I know too well that I don't ever want to experience them again, but being in his safe arms was an exception.

He didn't utter another word, he simply held his hand up to my hair, softly stroking it as my shoulders trembled.

"I wish I could live the way a normal human being would."

His hands patted my back slowly, helping me calm down gradually.

I finally released from his embrace, staring into his naked, hazel eyes, beating nothing but worry and calmness among a hurricane.

My eyes diverted downwards, scared to expose his feelings through his eyes. "Thank you," I sniffed lightly before feeling his thumb glide smoothly across my cheeks, wiping my hot tears away. "Sorry for-"

His thumb landed on my lips forthwith, hushing me softly. "You didn't do anything worth apologizing."

"No, for-"

"Lia. Every action you've taken is naturally you. I'm not one to confront you about your own nature, for I've never seen a soul more artsy."

I blushed lightly when he smiled, stroking my cheeks softly. "Thank you."

I sat with him on the couch, squaring my legs. "Jackson invited me to a part and the host is the most famous senior at our school."

"Woah," he chuckled lightly, shaking his messed up hair strands away from his face. "Sounds interesting."

"You do realize that means lots of drinking, trouble, socializing and sex. I'd rather go to hell."

"But Jackson insisted didn't he?"

"He did," I breathed heavily, frowning lightly at the thought of attending such gatherings. "Ted and the rest of the lacrosse team are going, Andrea might as well, even Tanya... "

"I'm not a fan of parties, but I need to clarify an important note about Jackson," he cleared his throat, looking sternly into my eyes, "Jackson is a very easy guy. You could get him down on his knees for you for eternity just by doing what he likes. In other words, go to a party. Spoil him. You'll have him under you in-"

"I don't want that," I cut ross off, taking in a deep breath with my eyes shut. I peeked at him and saw his prominent features staring at me. "I'm not one to enjoy dragging people with my finger in every way possible."

He simply locked his eyes with my pleading ones before shooting closer to me, unraveling my hands from each other to softly rub my them, "..I'll tag along. Anonymously."

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The only thing I had, which felt like peace. Music.

I was dressed nicely, curled my hair a lot more effectively, had Rydel do my make up and on top of that felt safe that Ross was here...dressed attractively.

His glasses were off, his usually combed hair was ruffled, his suit was replaced by a button up with only a few buttons secured, darting eyes towards his several necklaces on his bare chest. The leather jacket topped his style off with some pants making him look absolutely captivating.

He was sat on a kitchen stool, drinking soda and watching me closely. I, on the other hand, was wandering inside the huge villa, searching for a sign of Jackson, Ted or Andrea.

"Lia Marie Johnson in a senior party?! Now that is first page breaking news," I felt a hand on my shoulder followed by a giggle making me flinch and turn towards the source. My anxious body calmed down when I saw Ted and Andrea.

"Hey guys," I felt my shy body shrinking as I smiled sheepishly, taking them in a side hug.

"I knew you'd come," I suddenly felt another hand snaking around my waist making me quickly jolt backwards to meet face to face with Jackson.

"I've been looking for you for two hours," I giggled, hugging him lightly to see Andrea's arm linked with Ted which left me puzzled.

"I was with the guys," he smiled, nodding his head towards Ted. "You look pretty good."

"Straight forward much..?"

"Andr-"

"I'm just being honest."

If sending flirtatious glances towards a taken male for a straight hour doesn't count as trouble making then I don't even know what does.

I've been sitting and walking around for three hours straight, eyes glued to both, Lia and Jackson. It sickened me how much of a traitor the boy was...because according to my information, "the guys" aren't a blonde chick.

I was fed up with watching him drag her, watching her get anxious, and staying still.

The only purpose of the little visit was to have an idea on their relationship. Lia understood that pretty well, hence she never bothered to look back at me as I watched her every move.

"Is this seat taken?"

My lazy eyes shot off trance and upwards towards the voice source, capturing a young brunette, wearing a little, black dress that only managed to cover half of her thighs.

"No, you can take a seat."

It's going to be hard to speak.

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"So you've been a professional therapist for...?"

"Only four years. Though I'd skipped high school to join college early."

I could sense the way I had trouble keeping my cool with her very wild stares holding my soul to the anonymous seat.

"How old are you?"

My eyebrows raised to the expected question and I smiled lightly. "I'm twenty four."

"Woah," she giggled lightly, making me blush to divert my eyes downwards, "you seem way younger. I'm only 19."

"I guess it's the blonde hair," I joked making her laughs echo louder.

"Are you single?"

"No," I lied, glancing towards Lia before looking back into her wild, green eyes. I shivered at the immediate lie, smiling to myself lightly.

I've told myself she's worth the wait....I wouldn't mind waiting for a decade as long as she gets to be mine at a point.

"I think your girlfriend is very, very lucky. Having her boyfriend as her friend, lover and therapist. Nothing stronger could possibly join two."

"She was actually my patient," I giggled, feeling the heat transfer from my nervous hands to my cheeks as I locked Lia inside my mind.

"God bless both of you," she smiled warmly, making my heart almost believe Lia is mine, fluttering and dancing at the blessing it received.

"May god bless all of us with what we deserve," I grinned before glancing back towards her again, to find her struggling against her boyfriend.

My eyes widened at her body pressed on the glass door with the drunk smirk of Jackson dooming her nervous body.

All I could do was look back towards Ellie's eyes and draw a fake smile before standing up, " I need to go pick her up. It was good chatting with you."

"Take care, you too."

I nervously waved before heading through the back door where they both were, breaking off their developing kiss. "What are you doing?"

Their shocked faces contrasted my angry one. I was boiling in jealousy, melting in fear of his harm, and I knew it all too well to the point where I couldn't possibly deny it.

"Your father is sick worried," I grabbed her by her wrist, dragging her out of the gigantic house, holding back every ounce of anger I had to not tighten my grip too hard.

I felt the cool air fill my lungs, reviving their almost dead state once we got outside.

"What on earth was that?" I quickly turned to meet her quivering pout. I clicked my tongue, releasing my hold on her wrist to look into her anxious eyes.

"Do you realize where that was heading, Lia?"

"Yes."

Our eye contact broke my angry and I suddenly felt a wave of guilt slapping my heart. "And you almost let it happen?"

"You're the one who insisted on that party," she snapped, her eyes slowly undressing mine. I suddenly felt overpowered by a very feminine soul and a petal-soft heart. "And he's my boyfrien-"

"Did you want that to proceed?" My widened eyes broke her attempt to win and I felt the innocence in her eyes suddenly resurface. "Drunk? In a party?"

Despite the way she felt, which was all around me, crashing into my body like a freight train, I knew she tried to undress my feelings once more. I let her attempt at it, completely surprised at how she managed to break her habit of avoiding people's eyes.

A meteoroid heading towards the atmosphere..fast, hard, hot yet small...the moment she finally hit the thick layer was when all of her collapsed in the arms of her way to peace, surrendering all of her life to own it.

I couldn't deny my surprise when she committed that act, engulfing me in a hug and whispering bitter words of sad truths as I hugged her closely,

"It's either I'm too naive or you're too caring."