Camila/You Bad Romance

Him?

Y/N pov

"Hi I'm Mrs.Porter and I will be you guys counselor for however long you need me to and whatever we talk about will stay in this room", Mrs.Porter said as Angel and I sat down on the couch.

"Thank you for seeing us today", Angel said as he nudged my elbow.

"Yes its great to meet you", I said fast.

We all three looked at eachother and I saw the lady writing stuff down.

"How can she even be writing stuff down, and we didn't even speak yet" I thought to myself.

She stopped writing and asked me and Angel what was we having problems with.

Angel looked as if he was collecting his thoughts and I just wanted to leave.

"Nothing" I said standing up "I'm sorry we wasted your time" I said making my way to the door.

"Y/N, sit down!" Angel said sternly and I did as he said.

I flopped on the couch not looking Angel direction.

"This is why we're here" Angel said and I disagreed.

"Not true, you the one who set this up, I don't know why I'm here, I don't need it" I said turned towards Angel letting my thoughts out.

Angel looked at me and scoffed, "are you sure about that Y/N? Last time I noticed you got high off your meds and not to mention doing drugs."

"I didn't use them as much as you think I did", I said yelling.

"It should of never been in your possession", he spatted back.

We continued arguing as the therapist was still taking down notes in her notebook taking in everything my brother and I said.

"Thats enough" Mrs. Porter yelled, me and Angel stopped and turned our heads towards her. "You two don't know how to communicate right when expressing emotions" she said.

"No shit" I said bluntly.

"Y/N shut up" Angel said.

"I thought this was a place to express my feelings" I asked ready to get up.

"Yeah but you're not the only one who wants to do that!" he said yelling.

"Is that my fault, you just want things to be about you. Typical" I said with my hands crossed.

"Not my fault, I was mom and dad favorite" he said bluntly and fast. I looked at him stunned then he realized what he said.

"I'm sorry I didn't-" he started but was cut off by Mrs.Porter.

Don't say you didn't because if you didn't, it would've never came from your mouth" she said as I had a mad expression on my face.

"You're so full of it" I said.

"Your fault you feel that way" he retorted.

"I don't care anyways, I'm glad they're dead", I said slowly and shrugged my shoulders and he looked at me with an ease look.

"Good we are getting somewhere" she said as she looked up at us from writing in her book "so I'm guessing you guys have some sort of rivarly that's been boiling sense you guys childhood before your parents died?" she asked us.

Me and Angel looked at eachother waiting for the other one to answer, it was completely silent and neither of us spoke.

"I guess that's a yes, since you two didn't deny my input" she said as she went back to writing.