I wasn't sure why the office had called me down here. It was so embarrassing, hearing everyone laugh at me knowing I was in trouble for some reason. Just another thing to add to the list of all the things that had been ruining my day.
I took a seat in the blue, scratchy waiting chair, and started to quietly drum on my lap. It was silly, but it kept me calm. For some reason- especially in situations like now- I felt like there was some sort of spotlight on me, and everyone was watching. Not in a good way either. I was stupid, considering I didn't even like being in the spotlight anyway. But it was just a feeling I couldn't really control. Because of that, I was always self- conscious, and worrying about what to say. Honestly, I worried more about if I looked cool in front of people than anything else, and I hated that about me. I was always wondering if what I said sounded stupid, or if people were going to reject me.
"Taylor?" a man said, coming out of the hall and into the main room- where I was.
"That's me," I said, sounding more sure than I actually was.
"You signed up to see me, correct?" The man had a brown, bushy beard, and he was a little overweight. He had soft brown eyes, and he seemed nice enough.
"I don't remember signing up for anything," I said, looking into his brown eyes with confusion.
"Well it says right here you wanted to see me." He held out his clipboard and pointed to my name with his pen.
Why in the world would my name be on that list if- Dipper. It had to be him. Who else would sign me up for something?
"Lets just get this over with," I muttered.
"Okay then! Follow me," he said, leading the way down the hall.
I took a seat in a much cozier chair- one that had arm rests too. The man took the seat across the table and handed me a squishy, foam pumpkin.
"Here," he said, "You can squeeze it if you start to feel stress. Oh, and I'm Mr. Lamoth by the way."
"Uh, hi. Um... why am I here?"
"You tell me that."
Mabel. I wanted to scream her name out loud and get it off my chest. But I didn't for obvious reasons.
"Well," I said, not even bothering to try and sound cool anymore, "there was this girl."
He nodded his head, and he seemed to have full attention on me. I kind of liked it... yet hated it.
"Was she your girlfriend?" he asked, taking out his pen as if ready to take notes.
I hesitated, but then remembered if I sounded stupid, it wouldn't matter because he was a therapist.
"No... and I thought maybe one day she would be. But then..."
"But then what?"
I took a deep breath.
"But then another guy took her."
He frowned.
"That can be tough, I know. But you get over it as time goes on. I know it's hard now, but time will heal you."
"But this wasn't just any random guy!" I blurted out. I instantly felt bad. I had come off sounding a little bit rude.
"Well... then who was it?"
I took in another deep breath and looked down at my squishy pumpkin. My hair hung over my blue eyes, hiding my face.
"He was my best friend," I almost whispered. When I started to feel tears in my eyes, I knew then that this whole thing was more about Jake than about Mabel. Sure, I really wanted Mabel. But these tears wouldn't have been falling if it had been anyone else who had taken her.
"Do you mind me asking what happened?"
Yeah, I minded. But I figured I owed him for putting up with me.
"We were in a band... we fought... and the fight never ended. And that is that."
I looked up at him now, my tears gone.
"What was the fight about?" he asked, writing something down that I couldn't see.
I sighed.
"He didn't like the music I was writing. So, he tried to write some of his own... but everybody else in the band hated it. In some twisted way, he blamed that on me, and it all went downhill from there. Can we please talk about something else now?"
"Taylor," he began," I think the reason this is bothering you so much is because you haven't completely gotten over losing Jake yet. And something tells me that you know in your gut that the reason you two aren't friends right now wasn't worth it."
I hated to admit it, but the guy was right. He had a point. And maybe I could talk to Jake... but seeing him with Mabel would hurt too much. That's when I decided that as soon as I got over Mabel, I would talk to him.
"Thanks Mr.L," I said, standing up from my chair. "You're not that bad after all."
He looked a little confused, but happy. I walked out of his office feeling much, much better. Thank god for therapists.
Hey guys! Sorry this is so short. :(( Next chapter is coming soon, and it's gonna be good! And it's all thanks to ironpatriotrox! Go check her out, she's great! Remember to make my day and review! :) Thanks!
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