My psycho boss and I

chapter 7~Getting over puppy love

*Xavier's POV *

I wasn't understanding myself. why was I thinking too much about her? Why did I feel hurt when I saw her crying? Why did she remind me of that little girl of fifteen years ago? Why was she making me feel things?

I didn't like this one bit. For the first time, I spent money on someone other than me. And I did that just because I wanted to fire someone that hurt her.

Xavier, you are officially crazy.

I mentally slapped myself, stopping myself from pacing back and forth in my room.

I couldn't even work properly, because she was occupying a large space in my brain. The fact is I don't know her name and I just nicknamed her Silver Hair.

Oliver was right, I needed help. I needed him to interpret what I was feeling. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. He answered after the first ring.

"It took you two days." Oliver laughed.

"Well, because someone was occupying my brain for two days straight. " I said calmly.

"OMG, ME? He loves me!" Oliver screamed like a girl. Pathetic.

"Shut up, I need your help. Put on your professional self." I commanded.

I was glad he immediately did.

"If I am correct, this is our second meeting professionally. If I help you interpret what you are feeling. You will make it official and I will be your psychiatrist. Deal?" Oliver said in a damn serious tone.

"Yeah, whatever," I answered in a bored note.

"Now tell me who is this about," Oliver said and I heard some papers rumbling through the line.

"You remember silver hair?..." I waited for his response.

"Yes, that hot girl at the bar."

"Yes her." I didn't like his comment, but I just ignored it.

"I'm feeling attached a little. I want to understand her. In general, she is making me confused and I want to understand myself." I said in a calm tone.

"Finally, be aware you are not normal," Oliver said.

"I am, I just want to understand. " I snapped back.

"Okay, explain the incidents around her," Oliver said. And I immediately opened up.

"How will you understand what I'm feeling, because I can't understand it myself," I said finally being able to breathe normally, after narrating everything that happened between me and silver hair.

"Yes I do, but I can't jump to conclusions....you said she reminds you of that girl of fifteen years ago?" Oliver said.

"Yes."

"And you want to protect her because you feel sort of guilt even if you can't remember if you are the cause of what happened or not?"

"Yes."
"Was that girl of fifteen years your first crush?" Oliver asked and I stopped to think a little.

"Yes."

"And you have not liked anyone else ever since."

"Yes."

"And you developed this mental disorder after two years without her?"

"Yes. Ever since I didn't see her again, I stopped showing love, I stopped caring and Grandpa didn't make it any better. Nor did my mother. " I answered.

"I heard you developed this illness after your mother left you and your grandpa's maltreatment towards you," Oliver said.

That chapter, I didn't want to open up to anyone yet. I don't trust easily. And I still don't trust him.