One Week Later

"Will you stop walking around and say something?"

I'd paced around at least four times, taking occasional pauses towards the door knob. I reached for it, hesitated, sighed, given up, and retreated. I had one job, but even that I couldn't do. I groaned leaning my back against the walls.

"I can't do this!" I recoil myself, deciding maybe I'd just imagined things to go better. I'd have to give myself time maybe. After all, being student body president had never prepared me for situations like these. Who could've plainly walked in there with absolutely no hesitation? And zero utter of confidence?

Maybe I wasn't ready. I'd just myself outlived it all, and having to consult those during their freshman stages of the cycle. What if it triggered old habits, and feelings? Could I even handle such an overwhelming session? 

What was I thinking?

"You can! What makes you think you can't?" He questions grabbing my hand that had stopped me from twirling around the door, overwhelming not just myself but him too. I swatted his hand off, realizing I had totally lost my cool. I looked over at him, affronted.

"What makes you think, that I think I can't?" I challenged, suddenly directing my apprehension towards him, who was completely perplexed by my query.

"Wha-didn't you just say it yourself?" He exclaims his hands expressing his confusion, as they wave around, making people crack their heads towards us. I scoffed, at his I am the victim act, and eyed him furiously.

"If this is you cheering me on, you are doing a bad job. I would tots never let you audition for cheer team." I squint my eyes at him as I point my fingers at his chest making it clear that his rally was a no-show.

He rolls his eyes taking it rather blandly, comprehending my sudden verbal attack as my way of releasing my angst, which to him he'd found very amusing, and unthreatening.

"Well thank god, you're not cheer captain anymore, because I was totally going to audition this year" He mocks, his voice dripping in sarcasm as he jolts up his one arm in enthusiasm.

Yet that had only boiled my fury, as we had completely gone off subject. "You're not even helping me!" I protest, huffing with my arms above my head. It was clear, he could never be a cheerleader.

Taken aback, he raises an eyebrow, showing exactly the same frustration with his hands in the same attitude.

"You literally won't even let me!" he exclaims. And I equally raise an eyebrow showing a more thwarting assertiveness than he.

"Oh, so suddenly it's all my fault now?" I mention, eyeballing him with my hands against my chest.

He sighs, suddenly dropping his hands, as one rubs his temple. "Yes!" Suddenly shaken. "I mean no!" He corrected, before he's seen the last of me.

I laughed, very entertained with how I'd nerve wrecked Jaxon, in only a few minutes, when the initial plan was to have soothed me instead. "Save yourself from the humiliation, Jaxon. This argument was the best friend rally I've ever had" I smile, causing his cheeks to fume a huge red. He'd looked at me suddenly very intrigued.

"Really?" He questions, proud of his achievement, I snorted at his ago and shook my head. 

"No" I replied, shrugging with a tint of amusement.

He laughed shortly, unexpectedly taking my hands in his.

"I'm sorry if it came out wrong, but you're going to do great, Sadie, in there I mean it. And I'm pretty sure I don't even need to tell you that" He speaks sincerely. I eye him, suspiciously as I'd nod standing up straight.

"True, but I like hearing it anyway" I admit, loving it when people spoke truth of Sadie Princeton.

"There you go! Now go in there and do you your thing!" He cheers, suddenly making me very uncomfortable. Was he suddenly cheering? because it was not a pretty picture.

"Don't do that" I shook my head letting out a chuckle.

"But thank you" I smile, resting my hands at the door knob convintely about to open it without hesitation.

"See you at break?" he asks, if were still on as he begins to walk away to his first class. I'd waved slightly.

"Definitely" I smiled, at him as he'd returned it with a thumbs up.

"Good luck"

I breathed in as I'd opened up the door, to his office. Well, our office. Entering I'd felt as though I'd come again for another forced session, ready to play hide-n-seek with Mr. Newberry. Luckily not this time. I'd be playing it with someone else.

"Good morning Mr. Newberry" I greet seeing his appearance, by his window seat with a cup of coffee as he'd enjoyed the morning sun.

He turned around slowly, seeing my appearance had delighted him very much.

"Good Morning Sadie, good to finally see you on time, ready for your first counseling session?" He questions getting up slowly, as he walks over to his desk to collect his belongings, ready to departure.

I'd nodded realizing he hadn't seen it. "Ready as I'll ever be"

He sighed clapping his hands.

"Okay, great. So, I have left everything you'd requested for the session on my desk, if you ever need a hand, then I am only call away. Post-prom weeks can be very hard. All general student file documents are under the desk if you need to take a look at their general history of counselling, and the tissue paper boxes you've ordered are over there" He explains finger pointing everything with caution, making sure I'd understood it all. I smiled, as he'd taken my advice on a lot of things.

Well, he couldn't argue, part of the budget came from Prom extra leftovers of prom, that ,ind you, was my doing.

"Great, did you get the clock, changed?" I confront hoping that it would be last we'd here of the ticking instrument. He nodded, as I knew he'd been very reluctant at first when I'd begged him to get it removed from the office with a nine-page essay on why analog clocks could intervene with someone's mental stability. I was living proof.

"Yes, it's now digital" He sighs, staring over at our new time instrument, that didn't want to make you rip your hair out.

"Awesome, thanks Mr. Newberry" I exclaimed excited for my first, day. It was indeed my first day.

"No problem. Your first attendee is a female junior" He explains as he shows me the list for today. I abruptly furrow my eyebrows.

"What?" Mr. Newberry question catching a shocked expression from my face,

I quickly shook my head and shrugged. "Nothing"

"Anyway, I'm off now. See you in an hour" he says, waving me off as he closed up his list and exited the room. I breathed in, a bit nervous, how bad could it be?

Suddenly the door and barged open with none other than Mel. Her eyes looked as she'd been crying earlier and her face had been too upset to have noticed my face until just a minute later.

"Sadie?" She suddenly realizes completely surprised with my appearance.

"Hey Mel" I awkwardly wave with a slight smile suddenly also surprised to see her. She moves her hair back, to take a better look, suddenly ashamed as she looked terrible, and was going through something none of us knew about.

"I-uh-I didn't know it was you" She quickly speaks stuttering against her words, suddenly wiping off her smeared mascara and wet cheeks.
"I was just here you know-it's not that serious or anything. I just haven't been sleeping well and..." she blabbers failing terribly at what she was trying to hide. I'd felt shamed, as I had never the time to pay attention to what Mel was going through. Who would have known? She was my best friend, and I didn't even know that she'd seeks counseling. How could I have known though? Her life had been too perfect and simple, I'd assuned nothing could go wrong in Mel-town.

She'd been in a love trance, and always perky I could have never assumed what she was going through. I was a bad friend. Yet here she stood, completely and utterly in need of a good friend. But and I had to be one now.

I smiled over at her trying to her to warm up to me again. She'd sniffed and huffed, and curved her lips.

"Take a seat" I ordered showing her to the chair. She quickly sat, and put her purse down.

"Sometimes I feel like I am not living the life I want..." She begins. I nod tapping my chin.
"You know an old lady once said to me, those who take it for granted are fools" I mention, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"Who?" She questions. I waved my hands. "I'm not even sure" I shuffle the thought away making her laugh a little.

I sat in front of her, and took out my notebook, and a box of tissues, leaning closer.

"Now, tell me all about it"

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