Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Thirteen

I sighed deeply as I rubbed my bruised hands together. I leaned back on the chair and listened to each person that said their name.

"Lexi."

"Kayden."

"Kenzie."

"Jahron."

They looked at me and I raised an eyebrow.

The teacher, or whatever he was, said, "you have to say your name."

I frowned. "Tate."

"Hi Tate," they said in a union. The weird part about it was they sounded genuinely happy to meet me.

"It's a honor to have a new person here! It's rare for someone to come due to our problems," Kenzie said.

Everyone nodded. Kenzie and Lexi were beautiful girls. They had rounded breasts, big lips and eyes, and had a body like an hourglass. The only difference they had were their skin, eye, and hair color, and Kenzie had shallow cheeks while Lexi had chubby ones. I would totally love to fuck them and maybe have a threesome. If they were into that kinky shit.

"Problems? Nothing's wrong with me," I said.

Lexi bit her bottom lip and smiled sadly. "I have a problem of overthinking things and I'm anorexic."

"I have an OCD, I repeat people's words, and I have anxiety," Kenzie said a bit too happily.

"I have depression," Kayden said bluntly. I was surprised he said it like not big deal. I looked at Jahron and he gave me a small smile before dipping his head down.

"What's his problem?" I asked.

"He doesn't speak, he chose to be mute," Kayden said and patted Jahron's back.

These people had it worst than me. I didn't have a problem per say, or at least tried not to think I had a problem.

"What about you, Tate? What's your problem?" The teacher asked.

I scoffed. "Like you're gonna help me. Nothing's wrong."

He ignored me. "How did you get those bruises?"

"Were you in a car accident? We should take him to the hospital. Oh my god-!" Lexi panicked.

Kenzie placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. "Breathe in and out, Lexi. It's okay, he's fine." She looked at me. "Are you?"

The way she asked me, I knew she wasn't asking me physically but more like emotionally. Was I? My dad placed me in a rehab institution after what happened today but it wasn't my fault that Grant wanted to have sex with Aggie. He knew better than to mess with her but he still wanted to be an idiot.

I looked away from her concerned eyes and said, "No, not really. I just..."

Why was it hard for to speak my feelings? I did for Oakley but that's only because I was vulnerable during that time. I felt like bashing Grant's head on the floor until his brains were out and probably drink and find some hot chick that wanted to fuck. Why couldn't life be so simple? All I wanted was to be left alone and just have fun. I glanced at the four troubled teens and sighed again.

"I'm a hot tempered suicidal sex addict alcohol soon to be dad."

Everyone stared at me with shock in their eyes, even the teacher. I rubbed my hands harder and waited for them to say something. My temper was rising quickly but I tried to keep it down low.

"Whoa," Kayden exclaimed. "And I thought you were gonna say you have a drinking problem."

I clicked my tongue and chuckled dryly. "You got one right. You want a cookie?"

Jahron rolled his eyes and chuckled. I say up straighter but soon relaxed on the chair. It felt a lot better to tell someone, even if it's strangers, who you are or what you're dealing with. I kept all of this bottle inside and I finally exploded when Grant talked to me. It's not like I wanted to destroy the kid, he just needed to stay away for a while. Or forever.

"Okay Tate, tell us about yourself," the teacher said softly.

"I thought we went over that," I said matte of factly.

"Yes, but your father said you were here because of a fight, your sexual desires, and your love for alcohol. Let's start with the fight."

"Wait, I have to say this in front of everyone? I don't think they want to hear this."

Kenzie, Lexi, and Kayden shrugged while Jahron leaned back and closed his eyes. He waved his hand as in continue with whatever I was going to say. I blinked twice and opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I wasn't used to the whole "expressing my thoughts and feelings" because no one really asked. They only asked if I was okay about my mother's death, I wanted them to go away, and I said yes, but it was all just a lie. Just a lie to keep people away from me.

The door opened and a head popped in. My heart dropped and I was now loathing that I was here and he was here too.

"Who are you, young man?" The teacher asked. He walked inside and closed the door behind him. He was a little bunny, always bouncing around like nothing was wrong in the world.

Like his mother didn't just die.

"I'm Oakley and I'm here because of Tate," he said happily and sat next to me. I mentally rolled my eyes and scooted away from him. However, everyone else thought he was a new light into their world.

"Oh my god, your hair!" Kenzie gushed. "It's so fluffy!"

"And cute too! What dye did you get?" Lexi asked and smiled softly.

Oakley blushed and shifted in the chair awkwardly. "Um, I--I didn't dye it. I was born with it?"

Lexi tilted her head. "Born with it? That's impossible."

"Yeah, you said that about red heads until a woman came in here with red hair," Kayden said sarcastically. Lexi blushed in embarrassment and looked at me for support. I couldn't help but wink at her and watched her already red cheeks turn redder.

"Anyway," the teacher interrupted and looked at Oakley, "You have to wait for Tate in the waiting room. You can't be in the session, Oakley."

Oakley shook his head and placed a hand on mine. I flinched at the contact, only because people were here, but relaxed in his touch.

I was probably desperate to be touched.

"I want to be here for, Tate," Oakley said proudly and turned to look in my eyes, "because I know he would do the same for me."

I waited for him to pull away and start laughing like a idiot. I waited for him to tell me that he didn't care if I was in this stupid session and just wanted me home so he could annoy the hell out of me.

But he didn't.

I knew he was a clingy fuck, but, this whole time, he wanted to support me through thick skin and salty tears.

As much I wanted him to go away, I silently begged for his attention.

"Tate?" I turned away from Oakley and looked at the teacher. He clicked his pen and pointed it to Oakley. "Are you fine with Oakley here?"

Oakley squeezed my hand and the word slipped out of my mouth.

"Yes."

He controlled my heart without even trying. He pulled the strings that tied my heart back together.

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Høla guys! My friend told me this cool editing app so I've been playing around with it and I ended up making three gif videos in two days. Man, it really drains you. Anyways, a bit of insight where Tate is getting his sessions from. It's the day for him so he'll be a bit cranky. As long as Oakley is with him. ;) I might have a new cover up because I'm not liking mine anymore. Oakley has blue eyes so don't let the picture fool ya.

Question of the chapter:

How do you think about Tate answering who he was?

Comment and vote! ^_^