Therapy

Chapter 3

I think I'm gonna lose my mind

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me: OKSJEOEMFOENDKEKE
me: wdpelkskfksleldme
me: WOMDOEKFKEOWKSKOMG
me: MAR ANSWER UR PHONE
me: ITS A CRISIS
Marisa: bîtch, wat u want?
me: so I'm at work right now
Marisa: and....?
me: there's this boy
Marisa: continue
me: and he's so hot
Marisa: that's all u needed to tell me???????
me: ...yeah
Marisa: ...
me:.
Marisa: OMGWLSKEN SEND A PIC
me: I can't
Marisa: why????
me: cause he's having therapy right now
Marisa: when he gets out take a pic
me: I'll try

Marisa has been my best friend since the first day of middle school. We were both obsessed with high school musical, so I guess we just bonded.

We've come a long way since then. Now we're both 17 and ready to graduate high school. It feels like yesterday we just started 6th grade and I wrote Troy Bolten all over my binder and she did too. We basically already miss each other even though we're not in collage yet.

I waited

and waited

and waited

and waited

and wai-

nope nevermind there he is.

The beautiful boy emerged from the office door and I immediately felt anxiety. I need to get that picture.

I quickly grabbed my phone and swiped up to camera. I could see him talking to his therapist in deep conversation as I tried to zoom in and not make it noticeable.

Zoom out... No zoom in. MOVE YOUR PHONE BRINELY HE CAN SEE.

I finally got a good angle and just as I snapped the picture two things happened.

1. My flash went off
2. My sound went off

No. no. hell naw.

He turned over to me and I froze. I put my phone down and never left his gaze.

"See you next week Angela." He said, dismissing the therapist.

"Bye Harry, have a nice day." She responded leaving the room, leaving me and Harry alone.

"So...." Harry started. "Are we going to ignore the fact that you just took a picture of me? or....."

"I didn't take a picture of you. I was uh- no I took a picture of-" I looked around the room trying to find out what I "took a picture of."

"That plant." I said, pointing to the plant besides the door.

I looked back up at Harry and he had this sort of look on his face saying: girl you know you took a picture of me.

"Ah, I see," he said stepping closer to me. "May I see that picture, I'm sure you wouldn't mind. Since it's only a plant." He said coming to a stop and leaning against my desk. His face was inches from mine and his eyes were staring into my soul.

Before I could respond, he grabbed my phone and hit the recent pictures button.

DAMMIT. I should have shut my phone off.

"Interesting." Harry said. "This plant looks like me doesn't it?"

I swallowed and grabbed for my phone.

"Not so fast," he said pulling it away.

"Give me my phone." I tried to say sternly, but my voice gave out.

"Hmmmmmm. What's the password?" He said taking my phone and walking away from me.

No. It's 1234 he will guess it any second now.

I didn't want to get up from my desk and cause a big scene cause anyone could walk in and I could get fired.

Shît

"1234. How creative," Harry said handing my phone back to me.

"What did you do?," I asked grabbing my phone and shooting him a glare.

"Don't worry bout it," he said walking out of the room

Before he left, he turned around, winked, and said "I'll talk to you later. Sooner than you think."

And just like that he was gone.

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Hey guys. I have some really good plans for this book and I'm really excited.

Harry what u gonna do??¿

Anyways thanks for reading, your dope and ilyyyy.
-Bianca