Baby I'm Worth It

Chapter Two:: So We Meet Again

I stared off into space, I've been sitting on this chair for the past 45 minutes and no Lockser showed up. I could tell on her but I somehow don't want to. Just 1 hour and 10 minutes more of sitting alone.

I was about to ditch since there was no teacher or whatsoever to keep me from doing so. Just as I stood up, I heard scrambling and yelling. I sat back down and soon enough the door opened, Lockser and another blue haired guy about one year older than we are entered.

Lockser pulled her hand away from the blue haired guy and cursed at him. The obviously were oblivious to the fact that I was sitting here.

"You got in a fight, you punched someone so you come to detention, understand?" The blue haired guy snapped. Lockser mocked him and kicked him on the shin. "Hey-" she ran off and slammed the door closed on her way out. "That moron-" he noticed me and cleared his throat.

"Hi," I awkwardly said.

"Hey," he replied awkwardly, still massaging his shin he sighed. "I'm Jellal. Jellal Fernandez, Juvia's brother."

If they were siblings, then why do they have different last names?

"I know, we have different last names," he said, as if reading my mind. Are these two siblings mind readers or something. "We're related by blood, it's just that she doesn't want..." He trailed off, sensing that this is something personal and emotional, I spoke.

"It's okay, you don't have to talk about it," I said, waving my hands off. "It's not like we're friends or something. Maybe in the future if we become friends."

He smiled. "Thanks. I have a good feeling we'll be close in the future." We both chuckled. "I need to go get Juvia. I'll see ya 'round?"

I nod and he went his way.

I opened the door just to be greeted by an annoying jerk. His white hair sticking all over the place, I want to chop it off. And what's funny? He claims that he's more attractive than me. What an idiot!

"Yo," he greeted, I see he's wearing a glove. Beside him is a hand sanitizer.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed.

"I'm having a session," he said. "Aunt's in the kitchen making some snacks."

He's Lyon Vastia, my stupid arrogant cousin who's got OCD. He's got germaphobia, he's in fear of contact with dirt to avoid contamintaion and germs. My mom is a phsychiatrist and she often have patients come here for session than in the hospital.

I went to the kitchen and Lyon followed me. I grabbed a sandwich which my mom was making and she gave me a glare.

"Lyon, you're dad called," she said. "He said he'll be picking you up. See you next session, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded. For someone who's got OCD, he sure likes to come to sessions. Most of mom's patients hates going to sessions saying they're not crazy so they don't need a phsychiatrist. We heard a honk and Lyon prepared to leave. "See ya. You too, Gray."

I nod and faced mom. "When did dad say he'll be back?"

"Next Sunday," she replied. Dad's a businessman so he travels everywhere. "Listen, I have this new patient."

"What about him?" I asked, gulping down water.

"Her," she corrected. "So earlier this morning, her father called me and I went to their house, it's pretty far. It's in the country side. Outside the town and their house is like a palace. It was quite a view."

"We're talking about her," I replied, mom always gets off track whenever she's telling a story.

"Oh right," she said. "So they're really rich and her brother is pretty formal, about your age a bit taller. The father married a new woman because their mother died, that's when she lost it. She has Magical Thinking Intrusive Thoughts and Violent Intrusive Thoughts."

"Is she violent?" I asked, I wouldn't want my mom working with a person that might hurt her.

"No, no," she said. "Really weird though, those two can't be an OCD at the same time. She fears that she might hurt one of her loved ones that's why she avoid contacts with humans and she doesn't have any friends."

"Because she's scared she might hurt them?" I asked, she nodded. "Wow, that's pretty sad."

"I know," she agreed. "She believes that a death can be predicted, those chain letters you teenagers play with nowadays, she believe that if you break them it'll bring bad luck. She thinks that a person's thoughts will cause disasters to occur. And she's technophobia."

"What's technophobia?" I asked, my mom stared at me as if I was the dumbest person in the whole world.

"She totally despise technologies, she may be scared of them," she said. "So anyway, back to the story: I went inside the house, her dad let me in her room which has a lock, listen to this: they had to hire a computer genius to break the code in her room. There's a passcode!"

"What's in her room?"

"It's her safe-haven," my mom said. "Some tragedy happened over this family and well, they won't tell me what. They say it's my job to figure out what's wrong with her daughter not to investigate her family background and past."

"The dad doesn't sound very friendly to me."

"I know," she said. "Her room was so organized. I looked at her closet, and wow! Everything is in order. Blues stays with blue, red with red, yellow with yellow and you understand now, don't ya?"

"She has Symmetry Obsession?" I asked. "There's something really wrong about her."

"Gray!" She scolded me, glaring with daggers. She hates it when people say that her patients have the problem. She's really sympathetic for them. "Something happened to her and we don't know what she's going through! Can you imagine locking yourself from the world because you fear that you might hurt someone?"

I felt bad a little bit. I've never thought about her patients that way. I guess that's what makes her a great person. "Sorry."

"Just don't talk about people with illness that way, I don't appreciate it." She said firmly, crossing her arms. "Anyway, stop distracting me! So even the computer genius couldn't break her bathroom passcode."

"Why not?" I asked. "And I thought she hates technologies."

"I know but I don't know," she said shaking her head. "So I didn't get to see her bathroom. Her room was all dark blue and the lights were kinda blue too so it was really dark."

When she said blue, it reminded me of Lockser. She's probably underground, fighting and making money out of that.

"Who is it anyway?"

"Her name is-" The doorbell rang. "Oh it must be her. She has a session here every Monday, Thurday and Friday." I followed her to the living room. I sat on the couch. Our house is quite big.

"Hey!" My mom beamed.

"I'm gonna be straightforward, I don't like this one bit," she said. Her voice sounds familiar. "I'm not crazy, so why should I need a Therapist?"

"Don't think of me as a Therapist, think of me as a friend," my mom said, welcoming her. "I'm Mika Fullbuster."

"I hope we don't get to be friends," she said. I know why, because she's scared she might get hurt. Wow, the world of a phsychiatrist is really confusing.

I hear my mom walking towards me. I turn to them and my eyes widen. So did hers.

"Gray Fullbuster, this is Juvia Lockser, my patient," mom said. "Juvia Lockser, this is my son, Gray Fullbuster."

What a small world.