So. It's been more than a freaking month since I've update this. Damnit. Anyways. I am back, and better than ever. Mwahahaha. Lol. Read on, please. Ignore the psycho girl.
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TessaElseHerondale: I love how everyone liked the "Fudge" line. Kind of cracked me up how a bunch of people started their review, with "Fudge." Lol. Haha yes. I should be a drama writer. I love to write emotions, but I feel like sometimes I do it a little too much. You'll see in this chapter what I'm talking about. I loved the idea about Anthony. but I have a plan for him...that may or may not include that. Haha I don't mind the short review. It's better than none! :)
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Therapy And Sophie
What have I gotten myself into? God, this is bad. There is nothing I could say or do, that won't reveal what I have done.
"Jem," I whisper, "I have to be honest with you. I just agreed to go on a date with Will. I'm so sorry."
"Will? He...I...I...I understand," he sighs, his voice growing stiff with forced reassurance. The disappointment in his tone is so raw that I feel a part of my heart shatter, "I hope we can stay good friends, Tessa. I really admire you. I need you to know that." He says the last words as if my life depends on it before he hangs up the phone and I'm left there with a monotonous tone ringing in my ear.
Drawing the phone away from my ear, I stare at the blank screen. It flickers on, to let me know the call has ended, then shuts off again.
I can't help but think that it reminds me of my heart.
"I have an appointment," I tell the receptionist, "Theresa Gray."
"Oh, here you are," she replies, handing me some papers, "There's a bit of a wait, so I suggest getting comfortable in our waiting room. Also, I would like you to fill these out-" she gestures at the papers in my hand, "-It's just some background information, and things like that."
I thank her, and sit down in a chair. Sorting through the papers, I accidentally drop my pen, and the girl in the seat next to me leans down to pick it up. Handing it to me, I notice that her hair is completely obscuring the left side of her face.
"Thank you," I say, and she smiles at me.
"You look familiar," she says, sitting up straight. "Like I've seen you before."
"I don't think so," I reply, trying to figure out if I know her, "...You don't look familiar to me, really. But then again, I am known to forget the faces of people easily. Even my own distant family members."
Suddenly, she grins, "I know! You're Tessa Gray!" Her voice hitches with awe as if she's meeting some famous celebrity. "You're going to be starring in Clockwork Angel!"
I nod, "Oh yeah, that might be where you know me from."
"I'm going to be in it to, actually! Gee, what a coincidence!" she continues, "I'm so excited. We have a great cast, except for that-" her voice sours, "-dreadful Jessamine."
"You know her?" I ask, eyes widening in surprise, "How is she, to you?"
"Horrible. That's part of the reason I'm here," she mentioned, "I'm Sophie, by the way. Sophie Collins."
"What did she do to you?"
She pushed back her hair, and reveals a nasty scar on her cheek, however, she is still beautiful. I can't help but immediately think of a quote in my head that I once read from Shakespeare's A Midsummer Nights Dream: Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. I bite my tongue and it takes all of my self control to not quote it out loud, seeing as I'm afraid Sophie will think I'm strange, though she seems like a kind enough person.
"She teases me about this." She says, breaking my train of thought. "In fact, everyone does. That's why I'm taking therapy, to get over the self consciousness."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I say, smiling at her, "You are still very pretty."
Her mouth curves into a genuine smile, "Thank you, as are you. I mean, you are very pretty, moreso than I."
"Don't say that!" I exclaim, "I love your hair-" And thus I have become like every giggly and over-complimenting girl, "-It's gorgeous. I wish my hair was more like yours."
She smiles again, then looks at me seriously, "Why are you here?"
I frown, "Guy troubles,"
"Oh, I know how that is," she reassures me, "I wish you luck"
Basically, all the therapist does is listen to me tell the story of Jem and Will, then advises me to do whatever feels right.
Great. I'm never coming back here. What kind of therapy is this? Aren't they the ones who are supposed to tell you what to do?
Walking back into the waiting room, I see Sophie still in there, reading a magazine. She looks up as I come out, and throws it onto the table, and meets me at the door.
"Hey," she greets me,"How was your therapy?"
"Horrible," I groan, "She's not a great therapist."
"Hmm. I never got that from her," she says honestly, "Maybe she didn't know how to handle your problem?" Sophie guesses, "You know, we should hang out sometime? Besides, we're going to be acting together so it'll be nice to know who our coworkers are."
I smile, "That's sounds great. How about next week?"
"Perfect."
School has been a blur lately. Since I'm a junior, I'm finally allowed to go to the upperclassmen prom. Not that I'm sure that I'm going to. It's in a month, and since I don't have a boyfriend, I don't exactly see the point, since guys aren't exactly lining up to ask me to it.
I honestly can't wait for summer. It's a week after prom, so it's coming up pretty fast. Imagine. No school, no homework, nothing.
Will calls me after a few days, to set up a date.
"Hey, do you want to go out this Saturday?" he asks, and I hear nervousness in his voice, "I thought we could...go see a movie? The one we didn't get to see last week?"
I smile, but at the same time feel a pang of hurt in my heart, thinking of Jem, "Sure. I'd love to."
"Let me get this straight," Sophie states, looking at me, befuddled and confused, "You like Will and Jem, and you kissed both, and now you're going out with Will, and you friend-zoned Jem?"
I sigh, burying my face in my hands, "Yes. It's horrible of me, isn't it?"
"Well, I have to admit, I used to have a celebrity crush on Jem. He's just really sweet, you know? I'd hate for someone to break his heart, even if they didn't mean to," Sophie smiled softly, "I don't mean to sound mean."
"Don't worry. You don't. I shouldn't have done this," I groan, "Jem probably hates me now. And Will...what should I do?"
"You should just go out with Will." Twirling her fork in her fingers, she sighs heavily. "But...please don't play with Jem's emotions anymore. I just feel somewhat bad for him and I wish that I could help him..." And then she widens her eyes as if she realizes something and bites her lip. "Don't think of it like that. Don't worry. I've gotten over him. But just know...I've heard some bad thing about Will." she remarks, taking a bite of the salad she ordered.
"Things like what?"
"He's a player, has had a lot of girlfriends, gets bored easy. I don't know if the rumors are true, but Jem has a better record, honestly," she smiles, "I'm so glad, I finally have someone I can tell all my thoughts to. It's refreshing."
I like her. She's able to speak her mind, something you don't see often.
"Thanks for the advice Sophie. I'll keep it in mind," I tell her, and she smiles again, "You're so nice, Tessa. I've never met anyone like you. I mean, Cecily is nice and all, but it's a bit awkward sometimes, talking about guys, since she is so young. Only fourteen, you know."
I laugh, "I know what you mean. What about you? Anyone special?"
She pauses, then looks down, blushing, "Just this one guy...his name is Gideon, and he's also in the movie."
"Really? What is he like?" I ask, leaning towards her, "Tell me everything."
"He's really tall, muscular, and a dirty blonde," she grinned, obviously happy about getting to talk about him, "He's down to earth, and is one of the people who don't mind my scar." She places a hand on her cheek, tracing the scar that disfigures her face, "He tells me I wouldn't be the same without it."
"I think you're beautiful, scar or not."
"You look like a model," Will smiles as I open the door on Saturday, when he arrives to pick me up. A small part of me wonders how many girls he has told that before me, but I push it off into the deep recesses of my thoughts. "Are you ready?"
"I just have to get my bag," I reply, and run to go fetch it. Coming back, he takes my hand, and we walk out to his car.
"So I decided," Will states, "We can't just go see a movie. I'm taking you out after. They have the best dessert bar here in Brooklyn. We're going there."
I laugh, as I slide into the passenger seat of his car, "In that case, I can't wait! I've never been to a dessert bar before. What's it like?"
"A place where you can get any dessert imaginable" he grins, and begins to drive towards the movie theater, "On a side note, do you know what's up with Jem? He's been awfully distant lately, and I'm worried I did something to piss him off. Did he mention anything to you?"
I bite my lower lip, not sure about what to say. Should I tell him? He's going to find out in the future, I guess, but I'm not sure if right now is the best time to tell him that I...kissed Jem.
"Tessa?" he asks, and I hear a hint of worry in his voice, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I was just...distracted," I reply, twisting my angel necklace between my fingertips, "School, and things, you know."
"Yeah, no problem," he replies, as we pull into the parking lot, "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"
"Will..." I start to say, but then can't say anything else.
"Yes?" he presses, "Is there something you want to say?"
"I...the day I saw you at the movies with Cecily...Jem and I went sightseeing again. We got back to my house, and-" my voice hitches, "-I kissed him. He called me about a week ago, and he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I had just accepted your offer to go on a date. I declined, and ever since then, he's seemed a bit sad. Perhaps that's why," I confess, covering my face with my hands, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. It's just...I don't know. If you want to just leave me here, it's fine. I'll find a way home. I guess I don't deserve to be out on a date with you."
"No," Will states, and I can see on his face that he's still stunned, "I'm not mad, not at all. Jem...he's closer than a brother to me. If I had known he liked you..." He stops, and slowly takes a shuddering breath, "I wouldn't have asked you out."
"I'm sorry," I whisper, my heart pounding on my chest, "We're friends still, but he hasn't seemed the same for awhile."
"I never...thought Jem would feel that way. Sometimes...he just seems...above such mortal emotions," Will mentions, a thoughtful look on his face. After a long pause, he glances over at me, his teeth biting at his bottom lip. "Are you going to prom this year?"
"I'm not sure," I reply, wondering where he is going with this, "Why?"
"If you are okay with it," he smiles a smile, one utterly confusing to me, as it is a mix of joy, and sadness, heartbreak and true encouragement, "I want you to go with Jem."
I'm trying. Really. I'm just...busy. but I want to update more, I promise. And I will. Because I know I want to. I mean, this story hadn't been updated in a month and a half. That is unacceptable. So now, I'm going to try to update at least one story a week, and hopefully more, if I have time. :)
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A big, giant thank you to MortalShadowhunter, for her awesomeness in betaing!
~Jillessa Heronstairs~
