No Fears

Chapter 14- Scott

"ARE YOU READY TO go?" I asked Steph when she came out of the room.

"Yep." She replied.

"Great." We walked downstairs and grabbed my mother's car.

"Won't your mom need her car today?" Steph asked me as I started the engine.

"Nope, she said that she would walk and that it was good for her to get some exercise." I answered. That seemed like a lame excuse, but well, what could I do?

"Okay." She said.

"I'm sorry about breakfast." I told her. "I don't know why she felt the need to ask you that many questions." I added.

"It's okay, she was just making sure I was good enough for you." She replied. My mother should be checking if I was good enough for her, actually, not the other way around.

"Yeah, but she could have been more subtle or something." I said.

She had asked her about a million questions, each she answered happily and patiently. I wouldn't have been able to do that if it had been her mother doing that to me, I would have been nervous and probably say something stupid. But after all, I think that mom liked her a lot, just like I thought she would.

"What are we going to do when we get there? We can't just burst in and walk around, can we?" She asked me.

"I think that we can request to enter a few classes and inspect the dorms." I answered.

"How do you know that?" She asked.

"That's what my dad and I did when we went to visit Harvard." That had been a good day, dad had showed me around and told me about his days in that place, it had been the first time he talked to me about something that was not-school related. The university was amazing, I admit that, but I hadn't been excited about it, not like my father was at least.

"Oh, well I hope that it's the same way here." She said.

"If it's not then will but in without permission." I answered.

"Uu, revel Scott, I like it." She teased.

"That's me, the bad boy." I continued.

"Actually, I don't think there's a bad bone in your body." She said.

"Haven't you see me at school? I'm an asshole." I told her.

"Ne, I see right through that bullshit, you act that way because you think that it makes you look cool." She said. "And truth is, it doesn't, at least not to me." She added.

Wow, was I really that much of a moron? Why did I do that? Why did I always feel that need for everyone to like me? I decided to ask that to her, after all, she seemed to have all the answers.

"I don't know why I do that, I guess I want everyone to like me, why do you think that is?" I asked her seriously, she noticed.

She didn't answer right away, she took her time to think and then she talked. "Maybe, just maybe is because of your father." She said. What? How could it be about my father? He had nothing to do with my idiocy. "Because you felt neglected by him, so you want to compensate with hundreds of people, you want to feel like someone gives a shit." She said plainly. That stung me. Was she right? It surely sounded like that.

"Wow, don't you think you should change your career path to psychology?" I asked trying to lighten up the mood.

She laughed. "Law studies involve a lot of psychology, you know? So you are able to read and understand criminals and crazy people, stuff like that." She explained.