Kevin didn't sign up for this, this wasn't his idea, this wasn't his choice, and he refused to cooperate. He was the most popular kid in school, he was star of the football team, and come on, his grades weren't half bad either; but still he was being forced to sit in this dimly lit room that was supposed to be "therapeutic".

The therapist was talking, but he wasn't listening, he just watched her mouth move with the most bored expression he could pull. He thought about Double D briefly, wondering why Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes needed therapy. The kid was a genius with the perfect grades and perfect house, what could be wrong with that? He thought back to when they were younger and he remembered the dorks scary parents were hardly seen, even on the off chance they were actually at home. He met them once, they were both tall and very formal; they seemed to only talk to Double D when they were telling him to do something.

"Kevin?"

"Huh?" the ginger replied, snapping out of his slight daze. His therapist had caught onto the fact that he wasn't paying attention and she sighed.

"I know you don't want to be here, Kevin, but just try to pay attention, okay? It might help if you just give it a chance." she stated, giving him a small, sympathetic smile. "Now, I was trying to ask, do you know why you're here?"

"Pft, no." Kevin scoffed, shifting in his seat as he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, well, your father thinks you might have anger issues, so we set up this appointment to see if I can give you a professional diagnoses." she explained in a pleasant voice, a voice that only irritated Kevin further.

"I don't have anger issues." he was quick to snap, despite knowing the denial would probably only make her believe his father more. Sure, he got angry at times, and he guessed maybe it could be a little irrational, but he wouldn't say it was anger issues. He was a hormonal teen, like all adults say, don't normal teens get angry sometimes, sheesh.

The woman wrote something down on her clip board and Kevin could feel himself getting angry, he glared at her as she wrote.

"What are you writing? I just told you I don't have anger issues. There's nothing to write about that." he practically spat, frowning at her bitterly.

"I'm just taking notes, Kevin, nothing to worry about. I want to ask how you're feeling, particularly right now." she said, picking up on his increasingly defensive behavior with ease, this was her job after all. She could already see why Kevins father had set up this appointment to begin with. She couldn't make a diagnosis yet but she had a hunch.

"I feel like this is fucking dumb, that's what I feel like." he retorted, crossing his arms with a sigh. 'You're being childish.' his mind told him, but he couldn't help it, the anger was just there, whether or not it was valid. It welled up inside him and he wanted to scream, even the slightest thing would set him off and it was never consistent.

Kevin took a deep breath and let out another sigh, he knew this would help him, therapy could fix whatever the fuck was wrong with him, but he couldn't bring himself to cooperate. It mostly out of spite, his dad didn't ask whether or not he wanted therapy, whether or not he wanted some lady to dissect his brain just by talking to him. Maybe if his dad had asked this would be easier, but it was just the point that no one questioned how Kevin felt, and that made him act this way.

"Alright, that's okay, why do you think this is stupid?" she questioned, watching his body language carefully.

"Ugh, because it just is! I didn't ask to be here, no one asked if I wanted therapy! Nothings wrong with me!" he said, raising his voice, "And stop staring at me!". This whole time he was restless, constantly fidgeting in his seat, cracking his knuckles, and sighing. He stood quickly and made a bee-line for the door, "I'm leaving!", he exclaimed before slamming the door behind him.

His dad was in the waiting room, reading a newspaper when he heard the sudden sound. Looking up he frowned at his son, he was hoping this would go better, it was getting hard to help Kevin on his own.

When Kevin was young his mother died, it was just him and his dad, it had been since he could remember. His father was trying his best and Kevin knew it, but he couldn't help how often he found himself annoyed or angry with the man. His dad knew Kevin had to take out his anger on someone, so he tried to be understanding, but more and more often they would argue about one thing or another.

"I'm going home, now." Kevin growled, walking quickly past his dad and right out of the door. He didn't stop walking until he reached his dads truck. He hopped in the bed of the truck and lied down, gritting his teeth as he put his hands behind his head and stared at the sky. It was mid-day, clouds littered the blue sky and it made Kevin relax. The soft billowing clouds floated so aimlessly, drifting away just as they came, effortlessly.

He sighed and closed his as he heard his dad approach the car. Once the engine started Kevin closed his eyes, listening to it hum as they pulled out of the parking lot. He just wanted to disappear for a while, figure out how to fix himself, and then come back better than ever. His friends didn't deserve him yelling at them, and his father definitely didn't deserve it either.

School has been very busy despite it ending in four days. I am hoping once summer break starts to update every Friday, and I'm also hoping to get this story up to at least 15 chapters or so. Hope you enjoyed!