The Bad Boys and I

CH 25: Deal is a deal

Damien Pov

Monday morning I woke up not wanting to go school but I got up any ways took a bathe and put on jeans, a gray shirt and leather jacket.

I got to school late and went straight to my American History class. Classes went by like boredom to my ears.

Lunch came and I sat with my friends Chris and Andy. "I heard Rachel's in the principals office. Is she enrolling back here are something" Chris asked. "I don't know" I said biting into my cheese burger. She didn't tell me anything about coming here today or at all. Chris gave me a weird look before he shrugged and ate his fries.

"I'm coming back" I got up and left. I went to the office pacing up and down in front the door before I entered.

As I was about to walk in someone bumped into me. Looking to the ground I saw Rachel on the ground. "Ouch" she said gathering her stuff together."What are you doing here" I asked helping her up.

She dust off her dress and placed her bag on her shoulder properly. "Are we still on after school?" She asked avoiding my question. I nodded my head and she walked away. I ran after her and she gave me a quick smile before giving me a straight face.

"Why are you here?"

"You will find out when I'm ready to tell you Damien."

I sighed and stopped following her and went back to lunch.

Rachel Pov

I got to my car and drove to my appointment with Doctor Andrews. I got there in ten minutes. However my appointment is in fifteen minutes.

I sat in the car remembering the first time Damien found out I go therapy. I laughed to myself seeing his face.

It was Saturday afternoon

Flashback

"The deal was you have to go with me whenever I tell you to" he sat on his motorcycle in front of my house.

"I'm sorry you made such an awful deal but I can't go now" I said fixing my uniform. He sighed looking at my cheerleaders uniform. "How about after the stupid Cheer meet thing"

I sighed and looked away knowing I can't. "I have somewhere else to be after that" he folded his arms into his chest and said no.

We argued for five minutes until I caved in and told him I have therapy. I had never seen him laugh so much until then. I pouted and hit his hand telling him it wasn't funny. "I knew you had a lose wire somewhere, how do you fit therapy into your busy schedule."

I smiled at him "I told you already "Time Management" you should try it sometime" I  sighed looking at his death trap for a vehicle, "How about this you give me a ride to my cheer match  then to my therapy and that will finish at six. I have to be home by nine to work on some new cheers and be in bed by twelve because tomorrow......" he stopped my dabbling by putting his pointing finger on my lips.

"I get it your a busy woman. Hop on I will get you home by 8:59." He laughed at me and I hopped on.

End of flashback

I smiled stepping out of my car as I walked into her office.

"I've never seen a PTSD patient recover as fast as you"

"You have been my therapist since I was three, you should know I won't let no sickness kill my chances at Yale or Harvard" I still see his face when I close my eyes, I can't go to sleep without pills every time I leave my house people give me their pity looks and make me feel broken but I can't let any of this kill me. I'm stronger than I think. I'm stronger than everyone thinks.

Doctor Andrews wasn't stupid she knew how I felt and she knew I'd tell her in due time but right now I needed to breathe. We both knew what was going to happen I was going to pretend for a while and then one day I will literally explode. Which I always do, hopefully I explode in the comforts of her office.

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Xoxo

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