Skipping most of the therapy bit because i have absolutely no idea how to write therapy.
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Saturday
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Your therapist had long blonde hair and blue eyes, wore rectangular glasses. She also had freckles plastered all across her face.
After a long hour of sitting in a room for an hour chatting with the kind woman in front of you (more like the kind woman was talking to a wall), she finally came to a conclusion.
"I am happy to inform you that you do not have any type of major anger problem, you're just a person who keeps all their feelings locked inside until you let it all out. Then all your anger builds up again and the process repeats."
Wait what-
"A better way of controlling your emotions is to not stay silent, whenever you don't agree with something you should say. If something is bothering you or stressing you out, talk to someone. It seems you're going through a challenging time in your life right now which is most likely the reason why you've been quite grumpy recently."
"That is all." She intertwined her hands and neatly rested them on her lap.
You stared at the woman in absolute shock.
How the actual fuck did she get all of that from one conversation?
"Uh... thank you?"
"Your welcome." She smiled kindly at you gesturing for you to get up and leave.
Slowly standing up from your chair, you opened the door and gave the woman an awkward wave goodbye then closed it behind you.
You sighed from relief, feeling as if a huge boulder that was slowly crushing you was lifted from your back after finding out you actually did not have anger issues.
As soon as you turned around you face planted into someone chest.
"Is it finally over?" A voice spoke.
You stepped back squinching your eyes to see who was talking to you, and to your surprise it was the same guy who you ran away from an hour ago.
"Oh- aha... Scara how have you been?" You scratched the back of your head awkwardly.
"Why did you leave? Did something happen?" He cut straight to the point.
"I didn't know you had therapy-"
"Don't ignore me."
"Nothing happened okay, so stop worrying. My father just took my phone away, I've been quite sick recently so I haven't been to school." You replied with a straight face dreading the fact that you just lied to him.
"Why would he take your phone away?" Scaramouche wasn't quite convinced yet.
"Uh because I was on it for too long?"
"Are you okay though? You said you were sick." He leaned closer to you to put a hand on your forehead.
You felt your face heat up a bit since you haven't been able to even see the guy for a while.
"Y-Yes, I'm fine now."
The indigo haired boy stepped back. "Does that mean your coming back to school?"
"Uh..." You had absolutely no answer for him. "I guess?"
"What do you mean 'I guess'?"
Your response probably made Scaramouche even more suspicious of you.
"My father is probably waiting for me, I have to go before he-"
Before he sees you.
"Never mind." You cut yourself off.
Scaramouche grabbed your hand as soon as you tried to turn around.
"Before he what? Y/n what are you hiding from me?" He gave you a firm look noticing the bruises on your knuckles.
"..." You put your head down not knowing what to say to him.
"Why won't you tell me-"
You caught sight of your father in the distance, angrily opening the door scanning the room like a mad man. He was obviously upset at you for taking so long.
In an instant, you shoved Scaramouche into the unisex toilets, then into one of the empty stalls. Pushing your body against his, you put a hand over his mouth.
"Y/n what are you doing?" He managed to choke, but it came out as muffled. His eyes were frantically looking everywhere but you.
"Shh, he's gonna hear us." You whispered.
The both of you stayed completely silent as someone opened the door leading into the toilets. You were so focused on the footsteps that were heard outside the stall you didn't even realise how close you were.
After a hot minute, the sound of someone opening the door and shutting it echoed through the room. You sighed stepping back from the indigo haired boy, giving him his personal space back.
"What was that about?" He questioned once again, at this point i think even he himself was getting sick of all the questions he was asking.
"Well I uh..." you continued slowly stepping out of the stall. "My father doesn't want me seeing you."
"And why is that?" Scaramouche sighed in disappointment, it's almost like he expected this.
"Because he found out about your biological mother."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to think that all of this was your fault, but I guess I'm already too late."
"Does that mean your breaking up with me?"
"What no of course not!" You were surprised he even thought of that, let alone actually ask you. "This is exactly why I didn't want you finding out."
"I'm sorry."
Oh my godmfjgd
You knew this wasn't the right time to be blushing but you just couldn't help it, Scaramouche barely ever apologised so this caught you off guard.
"Don't apologise, it's not like I'm gonna stop dating you or whatever. I just have to wait for my father to come around, that's it."
"That's it?"
"Yes, that is all." You pulled the indigo haired boy into a tight bear hug, "I have to go now though, my father might kill me if I stay any longer."
You gave him a peck on the cheek, just about to leave when someone inside one of the stalls flushed the toilet and walked out.
The room grew silently awkward as the random by passer felt as if they've just eavesdropped into a very private conversation. You could hear a pin drop.
Without saying a word, you slowly back out of the room, giving Scaramouche an apologetic smile before leaving poor him alone with the stranger.
Sorry!!
You found your father impatiently waiting in his car, as you approached him, his car engine started up and suddenly you were running towards his car. He drove off.
WITHOUT ME
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Author note :
HELLO
I was supposed to upload last week but I was too busy working on other unreleased fanfics so I hope that makes up for it.
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My First Second Love | Scaramouche x Reader
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