obsessed with you : kl

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Therapy. Fucking therapy?

I'm a 20 year old boy, who likes girls. Why do I need therapy?

I can't believe what is coming out of my mothers mouth right now. She thinks I'm having too much sex, with too many girls. There is no such thing as too many.

No, I'm kidding, it's only like what, two a week? How is that too many? Also, therapy starts today. At 6. Let's just say I'm not looking forward to it.

I have a video to edit today with Sam, and it sucks that I can't because of God damn fucking therapy.

I'm still overly pissed off with my mom, and dad for not stopping her pay for 10 sessions this year, I don't know why she's done it, I don't think I ever will, but let me tell you now, I will come out after those 10 lessons, the exactly the same.

Of course 6pm came quicker, as I thought and I was already in the car with my parents, on the way to the place. They didn't trust me driving as the thought I wouldn't attend, and I would run away; which was my initial plan.

We arrived and I gave my parents another look of "I hate you for this" before placing my phone into my pocket and opening the door.

"Good luck!" Mom shouted through the window, but I placed my earphones neatly in my ear, and ignored her. Ignoring them is what I'm doing right now, and her wishing me good luck pissed me off a little bit more.

When I entered the place, I noticed I wasn't the only one there, and multiple heads turned so fast, I'm pretty sure they'll all need a whiplash claim soon, to look at me. I gave them a confused look at took out one earphone.

"Ah, you must be Kian!" An old lady with a name tag stuck to her shirt came running over clapping her hands.

"I'm Dean, please take a seat in the circle while I get you a name tag," I nodded, following her instructions and looked for a seat, there was one left next to a bitchy looking girl, she was lay back into the seat, her arms crossed and her legs spread out, she rolled her eyes when she saw me walking over. Her hair was jet black, her skin was a powder white complexion, sparkling blue eyes. Not going to lie she was really hot.

Her name tag didn't say anything, her name had been crossed out and there was a angry face scribbled in the corner. I can tell that I should probably just leave her alone. I gave her a weak smile as I got closer, but her eyes drifted away from me quickly.

"Here's your name tag, Kian. Now everyone is here, let's get started."

I felt like saying, 'Let's not get started, and let me out of here' but mom was paying for this and I better make the most of it.

"As you can tell, we have a new member to our right, named-" Dean got interrupted by the girl next to me.

"Dean, we know his name is Kian, stop telling us."

Dean nodded, and started to ramble on about love, sex and marriage, these kids looked like they've heard it all before, because they looked bored out of their minds. Nobody answered the questions she asked, nobody said a word, besides the girl sat beside me.

"Psst, newbie." I opened my eyes, and saw her glossy eyes in front of mine.

"What?"

"Oh, so you talk. How does getting outta here sound?"

"I can't, my Mom has payed like a thousand bucks for this, as much as I'd love that, it sounds great, but no thanks."

"Two things, one I didn't ask for a life story, two, fuck you."

I knitted my eyebrows together, and laughed at how pathetic this girl actually is, I think I'd rather listen to this old lady then listen to her.

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can I just say this is my new story hope ya like it all that stuff.
but thank u for almost 20k reads on the other Kian story. words can't describe how much I actually hated it so much, but I'm already starting to like this one.

love you guys a lot and thank you for reading :-)

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