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Hey guys.

This seems to be one of the only books I have a passion to write at the moment, so please appreciate my hard work. Do you have any idea how hard it is to write in a guy's POV' especially when they are mad? I literally spend all my time writing. Yeah, I don't really have a life (LOL).

Anywho, please read, vote and comment... And I mean come on, I never ask that, but I do have a goal for this book and all of my books for that fact.

Okay, apart from my little rant above, enjoy the chapter and keep reading.
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So, I finally got out of the hospital. I still had to attend therapy with the nurse every second day. It was such an unnecessary effort; she made me talk all the time, against my will. So I talked, I talked about everything except for my problems. She literally got paid for listening to people's problems.

Sounds like a good career – if you're a lazy person.

The day I left the hospital, I had to see her and talk, again. She became extremely frustrated because she couldn't get anything out of me besides that my mother was killed in a motor car accident, which she knew anyway. She was the nurse that took care of her until the moment came that she died. Honestly, even of it was the right thing to do, I didn't want anyone to know about my father. It would just create more drama in my life, and I couldn't even handle the present drama.

I had just been hit by a car, which was definitely not on my bucket list – yes, I did have one. It wasn't long, but it had the most important things on it. I hadn't been to school in a week; I had been recovering in the hospital, since they couldn't get a hold of my father. I was dreading walking into the hellhole they called school, but it is something all teenagers have to do, unfortunately.

The day after I got out of the hospital, I walked into school, trying to avoid the attention of the student body that were eyeing me up and down as if I were Jonny Depp or something. It chilled me to the bone; I wasn't one for attention, even though I was somehow ranked number one hottest guy in the school. People these days, rating others for their facial features, such a world we lived in, not that I was complaining – I liked having a title,  sometimes.

"Dude," Adam yelled, running down the hallway toward me. "That was so awesome, you literally went flying when that car hit you!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show." I said sarcastically. "I'm fine by the way," I mumbled under my breath before Adam got distracted by a preppy blonde in a pink lace dress. She walked right up to Adam and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey babe," she said. I was too shocked for my wits. "And who's this?" I asked. He looked at me and smirked. "This is Laura Stevens, my new girlfriend." he said; his arm glued firmly to her waistline. "It seems as though a lot happened while I was in the hospital." I mumbled. "Anyway, I have to go. Don't want to be late," I said leaving, the couple didn't really wait for me to leave before they started kissing.

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I stumbled to the stands in the school's gymnasium as P.E. ended, feeling rather claustrophobic. Everyone was staring at me, watching me closely as I changed and asked me intimidating questions through the entire class; even the substitute teacher gave me a weird look. I grabbed my bag with my clothes and stumbled out of the gym. I heard a few whispers as I jogged down the hallway. They sounded concerned yet so very full of hatred, if that's even possible.

"I heard he ran into the street in front of that car on purpose, do you think it's true?"

The one girl asked the other. The other girl shrugged. I looked over at them for a split second. They both just stared at me. I looked away and walked into the boys' bathroom. I got changed as fast as I could and left the bathroom, only to bump into Ethan. "Oh, hey dude? You okay?" he asked me, searching my face for any evidence of pain. I looked at him for a second. He was always the one you could trust with anything and he was only one who showed up for my mother's funeral.

Question everything and everyone, trust no one.

I shook my head after my internal battle and told him I was fine, then left. Why is this so hard? Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see that an unknown number was calling me. I picked it up anyway. "Hello?" I said. "Morning, Mr Henderson. It's Mrs Peters from Clear Waters Therapy. I'm just calling to remind you about today's session, since you seemed to forget about your previous one." she said in a disappointed tone of voice. "Okay, bye." I said and hung up.

I turned the corner and bumped into someone else; a girl. I looked down at her, since I was much taller. She looked up at me, fear vivid in her eyes. "What are you looking at?" I barked at her. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." she said quietly, but not enough for me not to hear her. "Well, maybe you should from now on!" I said harshly and stomped off. I hated her, like I hated every other girl. After my mother died, I swore to never love a girl because I was scared I would forget her. My mother would never meet my wife or kids one day, and I made peace with that by deciding against marrying. I just wasn't marriage material, heck – I wasnt even dating material.

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I walked into the cafeteria two classes later and luckily everyone was distracted. I walked toward Adam and Ethan who were sitting at our usual table. I sat down and Ethan pushed a tray with a few sandwiches and grape juice toward me. I shot him a grateful smile. "Thanks, buddy." I said and picked up a sandwich. "Did it hurt?" Adam asked randomly. My eyebrows creased as I turned to him. "Did what hurt?" I asked him.

He shrugged and smiled. "You know, the accident with the car a few days ago. Did it hurt?" he asked again. I shrugged this time and nodded. "Yeah, but I blacked out right after I was hit. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up in the hospit-" I said, but I was cut off by Laura, who sat down next to Adam, immediately drawing his attention. I sighed through my nose. "Bed." I finished what I was going to say and turned to Ethan. "Don't mind him, we all know how he can be." he said. "How are you feeling anyway?" he asked, shoving a hand full of fries into his mouth.

I looked down at the lunch tray. I swallowed the food I was chewing and picked up another sandwich and took a bite. I answered after swallowing. "I'm doing okay," I said. "I've been better." he looked at me and gave me a small smile. "Ethan?" I heard a girl from behind him say. Ethan and I both looked up at her. She was a brunette with green eyes and she had a gente, pale skin. She smiled at me then turned to Ethan. "Where were you, I've been waiting for you?" she said walking up to him and placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Oh Jessica, I'm so sorry. I forgot, got caught up with a friend, you know how it is." he said, rushing to get up. "I'll see you around, dude." he said then left with Jessica. I sighed and turned to Adam to see that he was more than occupied. "Some friends I have." I said to myself while I got up, threw away my lunch and stalked outside of the school.

After school I made my way to the local bus stop to get to work. I knew I would have to skip therapy, but I didn't really care about it anyway. I was waiting for my usual bus to pick me up, when my phone rang. I looked down at the caller ID and saw it was Joe. "What?" I asked myself then answered. "Hey, what's up?" I asked him. "What's up, is that Amanda said that you have off today and Friday so you could attend your therapy session." he said. I felt my blood boil. "How does she even know about that?" I asked angrily. "Your therapist called and organised with Amanda that you get off today and Friday so that you could meet with her, and guess what? You still get paid!" he exclaimed laughing.

"Why do you need therapy anyway?" he asked. I sighed. Joe had always been the nosey type. "Joe," I warned. He knew what I meant and shut up. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, bud." he said and hung up. I sighed and made my way toward the woman who was slowly screwing up my life instead of fixing it.

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I arrived at Clear Waters Therapy after a few mintues and walked into the building. I walked into the lobby to find Mrs Peters waiting there for me. She smiled when she saw me. I rolled my eyes and pushed past her into her rather large office. I guess she learned that sometimes people need their personal space or she had a lot of claustrophobic patients. Either way, I had my space. I sat down on her leather couch and slouched in it.

Here goes nothing...

She walked in and sat down, her clipboard in her lap. I groaned. "Do you honestly need that stupid clipboard? Can't you remember the information I tell you, how old are you?" I asked and gave her a cold glare. She kept a blank expression then spoke. "Actually no, I don't need it because you haven't given me any information yet." she said and placed her clipboard on the table between us.

"Well, I ain't telling you anything. My life, my rules. I don't need a therapist telling me what to do with my life or how to run it. I don't even know why I am here right now, why I need this therapy." I said and sat up straight. "I didn't ask for it!" I seethed at her. She sighed. "I'll tell you if you tell me." she said. I squinted at her. "Tell you what, about how unicorns came to be? I'm no telling you anything, how many times do I need to repeat myself until you finally get it in your head?" I asked her sarcastically, my anger was increasing slowly.

She looked at me. "Carson, there are many reasons as to why you are here, one of them is your anger issues towards teachers, girls and anyone in general." she said. I scoffed. "I don't hate anyone in general! If I hate someone, it's because they earned it." I said coldy. She nodded and folded her hands into her lap. "And what would make anyone earn your hatred toward them?" she asked me. I laughed coldly then crossed my arms. "I'm not falling for your therapist methods. I'm not telling you anything!" I said. She sighed. "You're a smart kid, Carson, but I'm not trying to trick you. I'm just trying to help you, but I can't if I don't know what's going on." she said.

"The school called after you were hit by that car. They told me of the multiple times you've skipped class, disrespected teachers and pupils and how you've been attending school covered in injuries that you claimed to be from football practice." she said, watching me closely. I scoffed and slouched in the leather couch. "I don't know what you're talking about." I denied.

She sighed and spoke again. "Are you being bullied? Are you part of a gang or some criminal act? What is causing all the injuries?" she quized me. I sat up and yelled, "I'm not a criminal, I'm not weak enough to be bullied and I am most certainly not telling you where I got those injuries! It's my own persoonal information that I am entitled to keep to mysef!" I spat at her. "I only open up to my mother, and she's dead." I said in a quieter yet threatening tone. She nodded and sat up straight.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her reaching for her clipboard. I moved quickly. I stood up, grabbed the clipboard and threw it across the room. "Would you stop  touching that damn clipboard?" I screamed, the anger set free from inside of me. She flinched as it crashed into the wall behind her. "You have nothing to write down and you never will!" I ran past her and to the door.

"Carson, where are you going?" she asked me. "Away from you!" I yelled back and slammed the door behind me. I looked up to see everyone in the waiting room staring at me. I had snapped and I didn't care who I yelled at now. "What are you all staring at? Haven't you ever seen someone slam a door before?" I yelled at them and stomped out of the building.

She just earned my hate.