Excuse me while I die

Love Therapy

<<< A year later>>>

Writer's POV
She had grown a year older; 365¹/⁴ days more beautiful. She was in grade 11 and the ground was open for new adventures.

Stacy's POV

Another new girl joined the class, her name was Leslie Taylor, she had the same surname as Marx. She was a shy looking girl with a height of about 5'8. She was gorgeous with beautiful black hair, everyone gazed at her as she walked by and took a seat at the front row. By the end of her first month, almost all the guys were crushing on her. "Marx, this is your new catch" Rocky declared giving Marx a face bump.
" Oh my gawd, the shawty so freaking cute" Marx confessed as he checked her out when she entered. I saw looks of insecurities on Rissa's face anytime Leslie was being discussed, especially when Marx was involved in the conversation. I heard dating rumors about Marx and Rissa, something they called 'Marissa'. But that was high school and there were so many rumors!

I heard a lot; that it was Rissa who liked Marx but he didn't like her, he had a girlfriend outside town, she(Rissa) bought him expensive gifts and they usually hooked up at exclusive locations. She was much older and a grade ahead of him and many felt he was not returning her love and was only faking it to get what he wanted. I felt sorry for her and their chemistry was almost fading ever since Leslie Taylor came into the scene. There were looks of envy in her eyes anytime Marx leaned in a convo with Leslie, but there was nothing she could do about it; she was in 'love' with him and could only accept his lies. I'd cry for her, she was such a pity. But I wouldn't think about Marx for anything. Nothing he'd ever say or do would make me like him, I wasn't like the other girls who were easily carried away by his words and gestures.

Meanwhile, I had just begun to enjoy the drama of high school, the fun, the thrill, the events-- everything.
As the days flew by, I observed I had grown so fond
of Jalil. I knew he didn't like me but I admired him anyway, though it was killing me. It really sucked and a girl like me, I'd never confess to a guy.

~~time flies~~

I decided to spend my summer vacation alone, like I always did. This time I was going to spend it at Miami FL and lodge at my dad's new apartment there. I told no friend about my plan as this was a perfect opportunity to get over Jalil, I'd be living in Miami and try seeing my mum's therapist there and come back after summer.
I said no goodbye to Vanita, Lima, Lisa, Kyle or Jeremy, these were by far my close friends. A goodbye would only make me stay. Neither did I wish Jalil goodbye too, I couldn't and I wouldn't.

~at the therapist's office~
 
*Knocks* *door opens and shuts*
Therapist: Miss Stacy Larson?
Stacy: Uh, yes
Therapist: Oh dear! I've heard a lot about you. Are you not Mr. Dave Larson's sweet chubby daught'y?
Stacy: But I'm not chubby anymore (chuckles)
Therapist: (laughs) You've grown so beautifully, love! And your hair...
Stacy: Thanks (smiles)
Therapist: What brings you here, love?
Stacy: It's just this guy who doesn't like me back.
Therapist: Mmm... I'm interested (cocks her ears)
Stacy: He's such a nice guy. He's so incredible, so smart and he makes me smile like an idiot. I can't count the number of butterflies he has given me so far.
Therapist: Tell me more (writes down something)
Stacy: Now note this...

[Uh, hi the following underlined words are not from my head. 😁I copied it from the net. All credit to the maker of it]💕🙌

Stacy: Just met him a year ago
Omg, he was so fit
Handsome too!
Never will I meet another like him (looks down)
Caring
Emotional
Nice
And...you know what? He's like the initials of each sentence
Therapist: Oh my Stacy! That was close (blushes)
*short pause*. Tell him that you love him.
Stacy: No,nope...nah. To him, I'm just another antisocial sitting in the class with my head always on the table with airpods on. To me, he's that guy with that smile, those eyes, that laugh, that body worth dying for and the boy I cannot have but still dream of.