Chapter 3: A Mix Up

Greek God approached my locker again. This time with some vapid blonde with a low cut shirt. Raising my eyebrows, I turned around and slammed my locker shut-walking away fast, away from the two idiots

Thursday, September 11. 4:30 pm
"It sounds like you were running away. " My therapist rose a brow, the way he does when we both know he's right.

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"You have a date? " Greg asked in surprise.
Tom hasn't had a date since his 'Watson Obsession'
"Yes." Tom told him, folding his dirty laundry before putting it in his bag.
Greg and Brad looked at each other. "Just go with it." Brad mouthed.
"Is she cute?" Brad asked helpfully.
"I don't know yet. My mother set it up."
Another look was exchanged. Tom would go out with a dog, if it pleased his Mother.

Little did they know, it wasn't a date; but a therapy session.
At 4:30, his mother expected his mental health to start improving.
Rolling his eyes unconsciously, he started shaving- vertically, left cheek first

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Flipping through her alternative magazine 'Neurotic Manipulative Teenagers' , as she drank her strawberry-mango smoothie, she chuckled at a section entitled 'How to manipulate your teacher for the "A" '
Glancing up when the door open, she was met with ugly, mesmerizing eyes.
"Dugrey?"
"Watson?"
"What are you doing here? She screeched, and he groaned.

My therapist came out , dressed in his pressed gray suit and looked at us.
"Susan must have mixed up the times. Would one of you like to wait, until the other's session is over?" He asked us.
That damn Susan, incompetent idiot~
Unable to keep the weary acceptance of the situation from his voice, Tom: "I'll wait."

Giving him a fleeting look, I grabbed my purse and walked into his office.


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"That's Tom?" He asked, flipping to a fresh sheet on his notepad.
"That, indeed, is the bane of my existence." Making a 'Why so' gesture-or so she thought, I continued. "He's being queer., more so than usual. Prancing around with-" I said this in my posh, British accent- the one I acquired when visiting grandparents in England and got when I was nervous. "sluttish sophomores-and it's weirding me out." Turning me on
"Is that so? Anything else... " He asked
"Lorelai is being strange..."

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"Tom, tell me why you are here."
Tom blinked, three time to show the blank response.
"Your mother set this appointment up. Do you know why?"
Shaking his head slowly, "She wants my mental health to improve. She's taking parenting class again.