WARNING---THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT JUMPY! I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY CONFUSION! REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS AMAZING AND I WILL RESPOND TO ANY/ALL QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING (INCLUDING WHAT HAPPENS NEXT)
The next month went by in a blur. The next thing she knew, Zimra was sitting down in a white armchair, staring at the women who was supposed to be her shrink. Evidently, her Godparents didn't think that she was well adjusted.
"Well…Zimra?" the women said, looking up from her clipboard, frowning slightly at Zimra's outfit. Today, Zimra was wearing a black leather mini skirt with neon orange flats and black fishnet tights. She had a white tee shirt with rips across the chest and an orange talk top that exactly matched her shoes. Her hair had been straightened and was up in a high ponytail, with just her bangs hanging down in front of her face, all her earrings flashing in the bright lights.
"Yes?" Zimra asked, raising her newly waxed eyebrows. (Her new friends Kurt and Mercedes had done them).
"Nothing…So Leah and Jack asked me to talk to you. They're concerned. Since the accident, you haven't been yourself. Is anything bothering you?" The "nice" women said. "Oh, and my name is Susannah," she said with a small smile, leaning forward.
"Okay, Susannah…no, I'm fine. I have always wanted to dress like this, and since…you know…I just feel like its beneficial. Helps to stop me from…I don't know…punching someone? Remember how well that worked out?" Zimra said, holding out her wrist so Susannah could see it. Indeed, there was a metallic glimmer to it when it was under the light. "Titanium joint in my wrist, I punched that guy so hard" Zimra said, with a somewhat satisfied smirk.
"Anyway, my point is…" Susannah began. "Useless." Zimra interrupted her. "Listen, this is how I'm doing. I'm fine. I have friends. I met these guys named Kurt and Mercedes. They're really awesome. And Tina and Artie. Again, awesome. So, just tell Leah and Jack that I'm fine, and we never have to a this little session again." Zimra said, getting annoyed. Susannah frowned, and wrote something down on her clipboard.
"Okay Zimra, that's all. Thanks, you can go," she said, getting up from her chair. Zimra left, getting in her beat up white Mercedes with cracked red leather. Just as she was pulling out of the parking lot, a red pickup came speeding down the road, and stopped right in front of her cutting her off. Noah jumped out, and walked up to her window.
"What do you want Noah," Zimra spat, evoking his hated first name. She grinned when she saw that vein in his temple throb.
"Nothing much Cohen, just wanted to warn you. Quinn's out to get you, and by the way she's been digging, I would bet that you don't have any secrets by…Friday" he said, giving her the signature Puck smirk.
"Thanks for the warning Noah. And don't worry. Little pregnant Quinn doesn't scare me. Nothing does." Zimra said, holding her head high, trying to control her temper. It had been along time since anyone could make her feel this emotional with just one smirk.
"Whatever," he said, his eyes darkening with anger. "Screw me for trying to be nice."
"No," Zimra responded, her stormy eyes locking onto his hazel ones.