Gentleman (A Lydia Martin Fanfiction)

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Miss Morell was sat across from me with my file opened infront of her.

I had been avoiding my sessions but she had managed to catch me on the corridors.

She squinted and looked directly into my eyes with a knowing look.

"You changed how you dress."

For the past week I had been dressing in more popular clothing and styling my hair.

"What made you change?"

"It was time to be different. I was always told I wasted my looks by dressing wrong. So I changed."

"Was It because I suggested it?" She was slightly smirking.

"No. I wanted to." I said with a stern expression.

"Have the nightmares stopped?"

"Yep." I really wanted to get out of here.

"So what is bothering you then Spencer. Thick wallet, Expensive cars.. What is the problem? Show me how thick the skin if of the last remaining Spencer and you can go." She looked at her manicured hands before settling her gaze on me.

I gave her a glare and sat back in my seat. My phone started ringing and I swiftly took it out. It was Scott.

The clock hit 3 and I picked up my bag.

"The session is not finished. Sit." She motioned to the chair and I let out a frustrated sigh.

I plopped back on the seat and waited.

Id been here for about 2 hours. Scott had called multiple times and Morell had took my phone.

"McCall. When did you become friends?"

"I went ice skating and he was there. We just sorta clicked." I explained briefly.

"All you have to do is tell me Tyler."

"You think its easy?"

"No. Why the blue car?"

"Its my favourite." I answered simply.

"Why not the black one?"

"You know exactly why" I gritted my teeth.

"It was your Fathers car. Now its yours. Why dont you drive it?" She clicked her tongue and sat forward.

"You. Know. Why." I started feeling angry and I gripped the leather armrests with my hands.

"But I want you to say it. I want to hear it from you Spencer. Tell me why."

"I dont drive it because its the only thing left from my family. It isnt easy being the heir to the biggest company in the world, trying to live a decent life. Without the press or the attention. The moment that plane crashed was the moment my heart stopped beating." I looked her dead in the yes with a sour expression.
"If you expect me to be some nice little teenager, with good grades and great friends you should never have let me in this room. Because as soon as I turn 18 im going to be torn apart, and its all because of some minimum wage pilot that somehow ended up flying over the one place he wasnt supposed to fly over. My mom, dad, sister, brother. All burning in a fiery crash while I was sound asleep in the hotel in Paris. Now tell me this.. I changed my look, I drive my car and I have my own life. So why am I ratting it all out to a school councellor who.. I wont even see again for the rest if my life once I get consumed by the rich life my family unwillingly left behind for me... Huh?

She paused, her eyes widenening and her mouth agape.

"Thats what I thought" I spat, grabbing my phone and storming out of the room.