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11📚|Session

After I'd calm down, Alaina went back to class but not before promising to kick Cillian in the balls.

She managed to bring my mood up a little and now I was on my way to Dr. Green's office, as I approached her office door a jitter of nerves ran through my body, my fingers began to tremble and a slight hint of fear enveloped me.

What if she sees right through my facade and send me for psychiatric evaluation? What if she calls me crazy and said that only someone more professional would be able to help me as I was far gone?

I blew out a tired breath and knocked on her door, "there's only one way to find out" I muttered, she called for me to come in so I twisted the knob and entered the space for the first time.

My steps faltered when I realized that she wasn't alone but it wasn't who I was expecting.

"P-professor Norman?" I stuttered out, both surprised and afraid because the last time I saw him was when I yelled at him and barged out of his class. The few times I've been in his presence I've come to figure out that he was a man of discipline, do I was in for some trouble and his intimidating aura didn't make it any better.

With the sun rays casting a dark shadow on his face to the way he was man spreading in the chair across from Dr. Green, had my legs clenching at the sight of him, his hair was perfectly polished, face clean shaven showcasing his sharp jawline.

His ash grey suit was fitted perfectly against his skin and as I met his eyes my breath hitched inside my throat, how can one have such a piercing gaze? "Celine" came his voice, acknowledging my presence, it was darker than usual with a slight rasp to it sending chills all over my body, his lips were pressed in a firm line as if he wasn't pleased with something.

I felt like a spec of dust under his hard gaze and for a moment I forgot that we weren't the only ones in the room, I cleared my throat and broke eye contact, meeting the curious gaze of the doctor.

What was he doing here anyways?

I forced a smile her way, "I'm sorry for interrupting, should I come back?" I asked, slightly turning back towards the door, I held my breath hoping that she would say that it was the wrong time.

She waved me off, "oh no your right on time Celine, Dr. Norman and I was just finishing up" She said with a smile checking her watch, fuck. I guess there was no getting out of this, even though I needed this my doubts and fear overwhelmed everything else.

Wait, did she say Dr?

She turned to him, "next week, same time?" She asked, his gaze had been on me the whole time but he turned to Dr. Green and gave her a small nod.

"Sure thing" he said and rose from his seated position, filling up the small office space with his massive frame. I can never get use to how dominating he looks, I guess because most of the time when he is addressing me he is sitting down.

He tucked his hands inside of his pockets and brushed pass me without a word, I got a whiff of his cologne and I had to bite back a groan.

God I'm sex deprived, not to mention the hot moment we shared in the class. I haven't forgotten about that, despite how unprofessional it was.

"Celine" Green called, bringing back my attention to her, "welcome to my office, I'm happy to see you, please. Take a seat" she said.

As I took the seat across from her, my mind wandered back to my teacher as I felt his warmth from him sitting here not too long ago, I took a quick glance around her office, appreciating the simplicity of things.

There's a wooden desk in the center, accompanied by a simple black leather chair; scattered at the top were papers and books with a laptop covered underneath the rubble.

Two flower pots adorned with white tulips decorated each corner of the room, which accentuated the calm baby blue painting of the walls, there was a bookshelf to my right and then there's the two single couches that were facing each other.

Dr. Green and I occupied both.

"What was professor Norman doing here?" I asked, quickly realizing how it must have sounded. It was none of my business but I was very curious as to who my professor was in a therapy session.

Dr. Green chuckled, amused by my curiosity, "we not only offer our services to students Celine, I'm here for anyone in need" she explained in a calm tone.

I stiffened, cheeks reddened by embarrassment, "no. Of course, I'm sorry. I just-he doesn't look like someone who needs help" as if help is supposed to have a look.

She raised her brows, with a smile, seeming to understand my confusion "you'd be surprised dear, not everyone wears their hearts on their sleeve... Now, tell me, how are you?" She deterred, turning the conversation onto me, the question she just asked stirred something inside of me as it's been a while since someone has ask me that and I didn't know how to answer it.

How am I? I wasn't great but I don't think I was bad either for a number of reasons.

I shrugged, "good I guess" I opt for settling in the middle.

She hummed, "sounds good, but tell me what does being good mean to you?"

I thought about it for a second, I must have a reason why I was just good, "I have life?" I asked rather than answered as I realize I didn't truly know why I was good but I just was.

"You know many people say they have life but they aren't actually living" she said.

My face contorted into confusion, was this how therapy session goes, even you you didn't came mad you sure ought to leave mad, "What does that even mean?" I asked, she pursed her lips and placed her notebook and pen down, giving me her full attention.

"Having no purpose. No motivation or drive to work towards a foreseeable future. What do you think is your purpose Celine, what drives you forward?" This is too much. I shook my head, begining to withdraw as I was starting to get overwhelmed.

"I don't know. This is too much, I have to go" how do you even answer questions like these, she sighed but maintained a pleasant stupor anyways.

"It's okay Celine. You did great today, you can come back anytime you feel comfortable, okay?" I forced a smile, nodded and gathered my things to head out.

Were these the questions she had asked professor Norman? What was his purpose on this earth. Was it okay to not know what that is, especially at a certain age?

Do you even need to have a purpose? Can you creat your own purpose? Or was everything already destined for you?

We as humans are all tainted in some ways or the other, going about our daily lives thinking selfishly that we have forever with our beliefs and morals. The world is crazy as it is, trying to stay in your right mind should be purpose enough.

"Thank you" I muttered and left. As I made it back out into the hall professor Norman once again clouded my mind. The way his chiseled body felt underneath my palm, how he always looks at me and takes me in like I was his next meal.

Would he turn me away if I made any advances at him, did I even want to fuck yes... Professor I mean Kyle, would do wonders in getting Cillian out of my head not that the douchebag should be in there anyways.

Be it selfish or not, my purpose at the moment is to get into professor Norman's bed.

An outlet for your emotions.. that's all it is, I have too much going on right now and clearly following the rules gets you no where.

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