The Secret Life of the American Teenager

Chapter 9: Some Alone Time

Brett P.O.V
"How have you been Brett? I haven't seen you in a while." Tom, my therapist, was drinking his coffee.
"Fine." I counted the seconds until I was able to leave and get in bed with Megan.
"Meet any woman lately?" He smiled.
"When am I not getting woman?" I smirked.
"You know, sex isn't everything Brett." I rolled my eyes.
"Uh, yeah it is!" I grabbed a handful of condoms from a glass bowl on his coffee table. He gave me a death stare.
"At least you're obviously protected. But how long will it be until your not?" His councilor side tapped back in.
"That won't happen. I'm 16, not a dummy." He rose an eyebrow at me.
"I didn't say that. I'm just saying Brett, be careful..." I held my hand up.
"Save it!" I got up and walked out the door.
What does he know? I'm not that stupid...