UNSTABLE LOVE

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Izabella's pov

I have a love-hate relationship with 8 o'clock classes. I like to get started that early. But most students do not. They drag in late and many otherwise bright ones look like zombies at that hour.

Zombies at their extreme level. To be presise.

Hugh.!

But right now I'm frustrated. My tolerance level is going down.

You can ask me why.?

"Your degree is absolutely dependent on this work placement which makes it mandatory. 80% of your final mark relies on this case note so make sure it's a good patient." Professor Mark stresses the point for maybe the 11th time in the past hour.

Its only been 2 hours since the class started and he had been ranting about this for one hour. What a dipshit.

"Your seminar is now over. You may leave."

Oh thank god. I sighed in relief whilst packing my things into the bag.

It wasn't that I hated the seminar. Nor did I hate Professor Mark.

Never...!

I, Izabella Marino is not a hateful person. So the only word I could use to convey my feelings towards my Psychology Professor is dislike.

I disliked his 'unique' teaching methods, as the college prospects puts it. Oh it's 'unique' alright. 'Uniquely disappointing' more like.

I disliked the way he would talk too fast so I couldn't get down all the relevant notes and I disliked the way he would put students on the spot on the first day of class when they knew any shit about the subject.

Ughhh...just breath in and out...just relax Izzy..

Uh oh..I forgot to introduce myself.

Well myself Izabella Marino. 20 years old. Final year phycology student. All must be thinking how on earth did I managed to complete my degree at the age of 20, so answer for the question is that, my guardians and school authority came to find out that I'm an extra ordinary student with a not so normal brain and high IQ. So they helped me to skip my high-school and dropped me directly into the college.

And about my parents....Well even I don't know about them. As far as I can remember, I'm just an orphan, who bumped into Dr. Riccardo Marino at the age of 6. One of the best criminal psychiatrist in Newyork. He was in his thirties at that time and probably unmarried or divorcee. He took me in and raised me. He cared for me and respected me. But he wasn't a father figure for me. Because he never acted like one to be seemed.

' What if he doesn't know how to show affection. '

I mentally rolled my eyes at the stupid comments made by my mind.

Shut up.! How come a psychiatrist doesn't know how to show emotions.

And, where was I.? Yeah...Well Dada, I mean Dr. Marino took me in, and I was practically raised in his hospital, which is a psychiatric rehabilitation center. I do remember how I used to ran into each patient who has a criminal background. But curiosity was one of my weakness. I wanted to talk to them. So I used to peak in the consultant room. But you say, curiosity kills the cat. Dada caught me and questioned me.

But I was smatter than he could think of. I said him I wanted to work as one of the psychologist in his rehab. He looked at me with a blank expression. But eventually he had to agree, because my tantrums never ended.

Haha..!

And at the end he agreed to my decision and asked me to take psychology as my major, so only I can work there. And as he promised he gave me my appointment letter as soon as I turned 18. He surely was displeased. But still helped me with some cases.

I was bought out from my introduction world by none other than my fellow classmate, Nick.

" Huh.?"

" You zoned out again. Didn't you?" He asked with a frown etching on his face.

I sheepishly smiled at him. He rolled his eyes at my childish behavior.

" What were you telling by the way.?"

I asked him walking out along with Nick and Sophia. My only friends, eventhough both are elder than me.

" I was asking, Are you wondering if it's too late to do an easier degree, like chemical engineering or Astro physics, instead of psychology too?" Nick,asked in a bitter, but playful, tone.

I couldn't help but giggle at the comment, followed by the stink eye given by Nick to Professor Mark on the way out of the seminar room.

Mark clearly doesn't notice.

Let's just say Nick shares the same, if not more, dislike for their psychology professor.

"Oh shut up, Nick. He's not that bad." Sophia ,my other best friend, chimes into the conversation after offering a small wave and a shy smile to the professor on their way out.

Again, he quite clearly doesn't notice.

And let's just say that Sophia desires the man passionately, romantically and some would say sexually because of his apparent good looks but we won't go there.

I'm too innocent for that matter dude..!

"That's just because you want to fuck him, Soph.." Nick yelled loudly in order to embarrass her. He could be a complete tool sometimes but I learnt to love that about him. Or rather, still learning.

"Shh, he can hear you! Dick." Sophia snarls, smacking him on the arm.

I cringed at the mere thought of professor Mark and my best friend together, in that way.

Ewwww!

"Guys, language." I complained, chiming into the conversation once they're outside of the building. "And he's so old, Soph. What the hell is wrong with you?" I reasoned out.

Sophia just scoffed. "He's not old. I looked him up on Facebook, Twitter and the college website. He's only 35 and he tweets about football so he's athletic." She explains in a matter of fact, paying no mind to the weirded out looks sent her way by me and Nick at her stalker-ish behaviour.

"Besides, love has no age." She performs dramatically causing Nick to make gagging noises and me to cringe further.

"And anyway, you can't hate him already. The assignment hasn't started yet. At least wait until you meet your patient." Sophia says when she knows both of us are exchanging eye rolls behind her.

"What better way to start our degree than with actual, real life, psychotic patients as our assignment?" Sophia said grinning ear to ear, of course sarcasm dripping from each one.

This was true. I may not be new to the field but there's no doubt that this experience will benefit me in the future both academically and personally. I could just imagine the endless career options I would have from this assignment alone.

Though the reasons behind me choosing this particular major were far from the basis of academic passion, I could learn to love psychology in the coming years right after I used the knowledge for my own personal reasons, as selfish as it sounds.

I chose this degree because I wanted to know how the minds of the criminally and clinically insane worked. I needed to know.

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