Group Therapy

Forty Two

Nolan

I'm sitting in group therapy right now and I just don't want to be here. I never want to be here. I could be fucking some girl but instead I'm here.

We're all in a circle and Hudson is late once again because the prick has this issue where he's late almost every time.

"Who's fear do you think he's going to test today?" Dallen asks.

"I don't really think he can test mine. Unless he wants to kill me," Marissa says.

The door opens and we all look up. Stacy walks in. God she's so hot. All I need to do is fuck her and then my needs will go away. Then I can fuck Mia and get this bet over with. I doubt Bradley is going to win though, so I have time. I mean Olena hasn't talked to him since the party last week. He's pretty pissed off that she has this thing with Mr. Young.

"Well well well, look who it is. Come to fuck me yet?" I say smugly.

Stacy smiles and sits right in front of me. Everyone else is just sitting there, wondering what the hell is going on.

"Actually, yes," Stacy says and she's on her knees.

"Wait a second, if you guys are about to do anything gross at least let us leave," Olena says.

"Oh no, you guys might want to watch this," Stacy says.

"I highly doubt that," Marissa says.

Stacy is about to zip down my pants and then she stops.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Because, I don't want you and I never will," she says and stands up.

"What?"

"When will you learn? I can't stand looking at you, so why would I want to have sex with you. You disgust me," Stacy says and walks right out the room.

I'm confused and kind of hurt. I mean, who doesn't want me? I'm great. I'm Nolan Tate. I'm hot and I'm a womanizer and people love my accent. So why not her?

Hudson walks in right when Stacy walks out. "We're done for the day."

"That's it? But we didn't even do anything," Remington says.

"Yes we did. We tested Nolan's fear."

Everyone looks at me. I try to hide the fact that I was fazed by Stacy's rejection.

I walk out the room. I need to find Bradley or Foster or someone.

I call Bradley. He answers his phone on the first ring."What's up?"

"I'm so fucking done with group therapy."

"What's new? You're been done with it since it first started."

"Because I don't need it. I can't believe my mum told the school I had a "problem". I don't. I'm perfectly fine and I don't need this group therapy shit. We don't even do anything either. You know what Hudson did today? He had fucking Stacy come in and pretend she was going to give me a BJ and then stop and reject me. What kind of bullshit is that?"

"Why would he do that?"

"He's trying to test all of our fears. Mine is getting rejected so naturally he finds out I'm trying to get with Stacy and pulls that shit."

"That's actually pretty smart."

"Whatever. Where are you at?"

"Ivanna's."

"Stay there. I'm on my way."

By the time I reach Ivanna's, I'm calm. I see Bradley and Foster sitting by the big window.