"It's good to see you again Mrs. Princeton" He tributes, filling up my documents for my daily checkup. Though, not being as annoyed as before, his isolated room, phony attitude and aggravating clock had still jumped on my nerves. However, Pep rally was over, though it was clearly a waste of time, I did have a lot of it.

If I had ever considered counseling a profession, things would be very different around here. For starters, there should always be a box-let me correct that-boxes of tissue during prom season. Secondly, analog clocks should not exist in rooms with OCD and anxiety patients, they can't handle that noise, and I would kindly write a proposal letter to get it removed, and hand over a much less noisy timer, a digital clock. And thirdly, everyone who dares to enter, deserves the right to appoint a lawyer in case of false accusations. Not mentioning anyone in particular, but it's happened before.

Counselling was another job on its own, and I'd just have to leave that to Mr. Newberry and his odd ways.

"I would return the saying, but that would be lying" I admit with cavalier look, deciding that taking a look at my freshly painted nails had been much more of value. But of course, we'd passed the boarders of courtesy, I had no intentions to give me civility for no use.

"You haven't had any seizures or accidents for almost a month, and you seem to be keeping up your grades on a constant increase, things to be good on the anxiety-meter. This is good news. I am impressed"

"Though to be fair, you did have that on check long before our sessions, but there is a plateau of some sort"

Hearing those words out loud from people who had once completely mistrusted me felt very pleasing. I understand that sometimes you may undermine my abilities to push right back up. To begin with, I wasn't even lurking on the cold murky grounds, it was a misunderstanding. They thought I was crazy, I said I wasn't, they didn't believe so, and he who claimed to have known it all to judge me was now bowing his head. I had understood that sometimes people forget that I am always right.

Primarily, Mr. Newberry. But there was always going to be that time of realization, and it is then they look up to you.

"Acknowledged" I nod, smiling proudly.

"I am glad I could be of help. So, I believe all is solved with that friend of yours?" he questions, trying to be very slick when he'd just complimented himself. If anyone is to thank for my progress it would be myself. For god's sake, he'd asked me if Jaxon would understand if I had told him to back up. This wasn't a sitcom, the script wasn't written, and Jaxon wasn't that dumb.

"Not my friend" I corrected him in a hum, closing my eyes to restrain myself from an internal war.

"Right sorry, your manipulative classmate that that you don't consider a mate?" He asks if he'd corrected it, as I nodded with approval that I had been much more pleased with this title of him than the earlier one.

"Yes. Things are well. I've handled it" I lie. Well it wasn't a complete lie, I'd made sure I was not behind Jaxon's tactics and he knew I was more experienced in the manipulating industry than anyone else, so if he'd tried to pull a massive move, he knew for sure it would backfire. But nothing Mr. Newberry needed to acknowledge.

He smiled very wide, completely bizarre, but probably an outcome of his assumption that he'd somehow miraculously saved my life.

"Well isn't this just great! Off you go to class now" He mentions shooing me out of his office, that I hadn't really wanted to enter anyway.

I had thought this was it. No more meetings. I could finally leave this office, and it really would be the last time I'd seen it. So, with a not-so heavy heart I'd picked up my bag, slowly standing up with Mr. Newberry still under approval, giving me indeed some last piece of closure that I was allowed to go. That this wasn't some sort of scam. I internally cheered pacing towards the door.

"See you Wednesday" He abruptly mentions before I'd been too keen to open his door and swoosh out. Furrowing my eyebrows, I'd stopped my motion sending my head flying back to his office, as I'd stomped my feet with my blonde curls bouncing along.

"See you Wednesday? What's on Wednesday?" I question swaying my hands in the air claiming for an answer. Confused to the core he'd look up from his computer and adjusted his eyeglasses before giving a sheepish smile. "Your session? Have you already forgotten?" He smirks, pretending to play along, though I genuinely had thought it was over. I groaned, and moaned and contemplate whether I should just make a run for it.

I'd huffed and stretched both my arms slamming them against my forehead, sick and tired of this constant cycle of she's fine, she's not, she's fine, oh wait-she's not. Did I not have a say in this? Actually no-did anyone but him have a say in this?

I think I was all in my right to speak for myself and I didn't need no phycologist to tell me I'd be spending my Wednesday morning here on this same chair explaining repeatedly over and over again of how I wasn't losing my mind. Nope, I had no plans for so. And there definitely wouldn't be any plans for it.

"But I thought you said I was doing just great. You literally said you were impressed quote on quote. See this is exactly why I would need a lawyer in the room!" I spoke complaining against a thin croaked voice.

I was fuming in madness. I didn't have time for this. I couldn't afford this waste of time when life was dangling against my feet ready to fall off, beginning with Connor. Who I have to go find anyway, since clearly, we needed to talk, and that definitely meant, let's get back together? Right?

Point being, it was enough, and I had enough.

"I said you were doing great, and you should keep doing that. But I need consistent effort from you for at least another two weeks to blow you off" He mentions concerned he was letting me go too early. Though to be fair it would have been better for the both of us. How much more consistent effort could I show? Because I am literally doing the same thing, I always do every day.

I groan, slamming my heels against the floor as I'd to my father when I'd been a kid. It was either given in or I'd break down the floor, it most surely worked on him, but Mr. Newberry had only ignored so and left me fuming to myself. Clearly, he had no, soul, and if he did it wasn't working properly, because it would have told him to wake up and tell me to never come through these doors again because I was a free woman, I had rights, and I had chemistry! But I was on the verge of giving up. Better roll it in that rile it up.

"Fine" I grumbled. "Then so be it"

I stormed out this time without looking behind me deciding that these two weeks must go by real fast, before I begin to lose my mind, instead of staying sane.

Clicking against the hallways I propped by my locker with a bunch of students ogling my way that I'd swatted away. "Stalker much?" I explaimed sending all the eyes back to their main activities.

I breathed in deeply opening up my locker to retrieve my notebooks, off to my first class. I couldn't let this get into my head; I didn't want to overdose on thoughts. Had I not enough? Apparently not for everyone else.

I exhaled quickly being cut off as Mel had made an appearance by my locker ready to my rotten day much better.

"Did you know Clarissa Bates had a fan page for Liam? And my name isn't on it!" She begins our conversation with a rant on her loathe of Clarissa. I rolled my eyes slightly as she huffs baffled with her phone in her arms swaying it around as if it had caught on fire. "Hello?

Do you see this? She's trying to steal my man!" She explains as if Clarissa was really a threat. I sighed and pushed down her phone.

"She is tots low on the social rank sister; you'd think that would attract Liam in any sort of way? If anything, he should be scared that some bimbo is stalk-freaking him online, and you clearly need to go be the sane girlfriend and not go haywires about it, because the drama trauma is clearly driving you to cray-town" I reply letting her go through the three stages of her emotional dilemma. Anger. Denial. Acceptance.

"I mean yeah. I think so too. I mean, she's not pretty, right?" She musters to ask, suddenly insecure of the way she looked. I was beginning to feel just as confused, wondering why Mel had been so unsure of Liam's trust. If anything, Connor is lucky to have me, that was how Mel needed to think. I didn't know what to tell her. Because as personal advice, I wouldn't recommend the be yourself. Yet neither had I encouraged the be a maniac, either.

"Trust me he-

But I had never managed to finish that statement, as my eyes followed the gaze of two very unanticipated people as they'd walked just past us.

Jaxon, who was now wearing a varsity jacket with his hair decisively combed back with a regulated amount of hair gel and his sneakers as bright as his teeth had been. His one arm stuffed in his jeans pocket and the other hung around the frail body of Willa's shoulders as she swooned around in her cheer outfit as she playfully hit his chest when he'd told a joke or some sort and made her laugh. They'd made students passing by open their mouths in complete shock, and so was mine and Mel's.

For a moment I had to process what my eyes were having claimed to see, but my mind had refused to accept and swallow what was going on. I squinted against it, yet my mind couldn't wrap around why Jaxon and Willa were publicly side baring, and Jaxon's transformation was a shock of its own.

Mel had gasped, since the last time everyone had saw Willa, her arms were around Nathan Wiley, fortunately for them they hadn't seen the dark and mischievous things that happened behind the curtains.

"Is that..." she began not being able to finish her sentence.

"Yes" I sighed, now not interested and purely annoyed with his public existence.

"With..." She starts again, and I groan.

"Yes..." I sigh.

I pushed her thoughts away completely grossed with what was going on. I couldn't believe it. How had he pulled this off? Did he beg her? Was she threatened? Or had she really wanted this? With him? Jaxon? The no one?

"I thought Willa had a boyfriend" Mel whispers once Jaxon and her had moved along the hallways, leaving the commotion to process this. I shuddered at the thought of them.

"Well clearly not anymore" I muttered deciding to forget this ever happened, and not to entail that I knew of some sorts this would happen. Though I really didn't think, it would happen.

"But they do look sort of cute together. Well not as much as Liam and I, but its works" She confesses earning a glare from me as she analyzes this complete sin that they are committing.

"There is nothing cute about that Mel. It probably won't even last". holding my arms against my chest I defend how terrible this failure of a relationship is.

"Guys, can we side bar! You will not guess what I just saw. That hot guy from the football team and Willa were just hand on holding down the halls, guess Nathan is out of the picture now!" Taylor squeals in shock, since she could never ever live without gossip. I'd moaned out of irritation on the subject. Could not put a halt on this talk? Who even cared about him, last week he was just a nobody?

"What's with the twitch-sitch Sadie? Something crawled up your skirt?" She furrows her eyebrows, suddenly I had raised mine too at myself.

What was I doing? I didn't care. And neither should I pretend to know about them. They were just strangers. He was a stranger, and I didn't care. I cleared my throat. "Just really surprised that's all"

I guess he'd gotten what he wanted, but why had it bothered me?

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