Therapist

Chapter 7 〰 Confidence

Lia's POV
"Hey, I'm Jackson. You must be Lia, and Mr. Theo."

I'd love to daze off into those precious sapphire eyes and touch that well combed, soft brown hair...oh god please help me I'm already feeling the heat.

"...please come in," I slowly gained concentration back, realizing that they've been talking nonstop for the past few seconds.

I slowly removed my baby blue high top converse and walked inside the clean, well organized villa. With the slight uncomfortable walk I've been putting on, knowing Jackson was hot on the trails, I immediately started blushing, remembering my non confident state.

I hated walking around boys.

I hated talking to them, I hated looking at them and I hated being in the same room with them.

Not that my diva self hates them, I just feel super uncomfortable and awfully timid. Almost handcuffed is a proper word.

But I've got to admit, that's just me, and I could be in the exact same state around girls too.

"So, Lia..uhm," he slowly walked beside me, leading my slightly stumbling feet onto the couch. I felt dad give me a worried look about my enclosed arms, but I just couldn't hide my shyness. "What school do you go to?"

"East Coast Highschool."

"I've been enrolled there too," his lips slowly curved and a small smile formed onto him, automatically reflecting on mine. "I'm starting tomorrow."

Cute and polite.

The universe decided to stop being a bitch, today.

"Cool. I-if you want, I could lend you some of my uhm study sheets and notes."

His lips slightly pursed and his eyes started trailing down on me, until they came to a halt on my lap- where my shaking hand was placed.

I, with every part of me, really hoped that I could somehow make a friend. Hell, I'd be one, lucky, stupid, shy girl, having this piece of delicious cookie as my friend.

I wish I was as confident as my mind.

"Do you want to head upstairs to my room?" his eyes slowly started turning somehow dark and I felt my body shudder as goosebumps rose on my skin.

"Sure."

Standing up, I brushed the back of my skater skirt and was lead by Jackson to a room nearby the inner stairs.

It was a typical seventeen year old boy's room. Posters of different football team logos, a couple of different motorcycles, and most importantly the half naked girls.

"It's not fully organized yet, but," he paused motions me to the closed boxes with the labels stabled onto them. "We just got here yesterday."

"Oh, don't bother. It's totally fine. I'm just not really used to entering a guy's room..."

I've never stepped foot in a boy's room.

"Really?" He sat on the made bed, a slight smirk plastered on his face. "You don't seem like it."

"...what do I...seem like?" My eyebrows automatically furrowed and I slightly stammered as my reaction to his words...seriously, do I look like a striper to him?

"Don't be taken back," a chuckle rose and my insides started flipping.

God, Lia it's just a human.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize that this upset you."

"No, no, no," I started panicking on the inside, with my finger hanging on my tooth and my feet shifting. He probably thinks I'm an idiotic noob. What do I have to say? That I don't really enjoy this world, I don't socialize much. I have no friends and I'm always awkward, shy, even my walk feels uncomfortable and what people say about me might affect me incorrectly. I might take a compliment as sarcasm and a sarcastic note as a compliment and both girls and guys make me feel uncomfortable especially since my mother simply never wanted me and my father is a 34 year old single dad with a 17 year old bastard who happens to always feel weird and sees everything as its opposite?

That wouldn't really sound good, would it?

"Uhm, why don't we head back to the living ro-"

"Lia," he softly spoke, and I quickly sat down beside him. "It's alright, really. I just said that because I thought a girl like you would have guys all over her, and so you've most definitely entered a guy's room a couple of times- and no I don't mean it in a bad way, but in a bad way, get me?"

"That means a lot to me," I smiled, not believing the words I just heard.

I really did need therapy.

And I seriously hope such lessons would make me gain some confidence.

Because there's no way in hell that I look like a girl who has entered a guy's room, more importantly, have more all over me.

Perhaps he's just saying that to start a good conversation with me- instead of indicating straight ahead that I'm an ugly bitch.

It also explains why his face face fell when I said that this meant a lot to me.

"I don't get-"

"Let's just get going to the living room."

"O-Kay?"