The Awkward Dating Life of a Queer Girl (girlxgirl)

CHAPTER 6 - The Session

"And now there is this nonsense about being a writer, she was always going to be a lawyer I don't get it. Worse of all she is doing drugs, DRUGS! What the hell have I done wrong, god!?"
I watched as the beautiful blond woman that seemed to be in her mid twenties looked at my mother behind her thin cat style glasses. I have to say she was hot, maybe it wasn't that bad idea to come in here after all. Not that I would ever have a chance, c'mon I was barely eighteen still a girl and she was all woman, that's for sure, a woman that probably liked man. Although, the view was quite nice to look at, I wasn't bothered at all. She had a strict pose that was mirrored by her clothes. I think you could define her as a classy woman. She was using a gray pencil skirt that matched her blazer, which was now resting on the back of her chair. Classic black high heels, with a formal button up white shirt, which had the last few buttons loose so it could show a little of her cleavage. It all screamed "don't fucking mess with me cause I know my business" and I really liked that. Although, I could see that even though she was trying hard to keep her calm exterior, my mother's insanely annoying and unmannered behavior was starting to get to her. So as soon as the short tempered woman took a pause to breath, the beautiful doctor took her chance.
"Mr. Dawson, I hear you. However, I think it would be interesting if me and Sam could talk alone for a while, is that okay?"
She threw my mother a persuasive stare that I don't think even her could deny whatever the psychologist had said after that. I've never seen my mother so calm, it was actually kind of scary. She just nodded at the classy woman's direction and got off of the room, leaving me alone with my brand new therapist.
"So I take you are Sam"
The doctor said taking her notebook and a pen. Was that what she was going to do, analyze me like I'm some kind of damage girl? Funny. I'd already gone through this once, thank god my mother was only going to force me into one session. That was our agreement, one session so I can see I needed help, after all I wasn't a minor anymore and she could not force me into anything.
I laughed quietly shaking my head in amusement while she started to look at me once more and wrote something down on her paper.
That bothered me for some reason, but I decided I would not give in and just started to scroll my eyes through her office ignoring her presence.

The silence was maintained for about ten minutes, which she used toglance at me from time to time and write on her so precious notebook. Ugh. Ididn't say a word what could she be writing? I started to tap my feet at theground, thinking this would annoy her enough so she would stop scribbling. Unfortunately,all I got was one bored glance from her as she resumed her attention to hernotes. WTF?
"Aren't you gonna ask me something?"
I finally said a little annoyed by her uninterested attitude. We were payingher for gods sake she could at least pretend to be doing her job!
"That depends, do you want me to ask you something?"
She still didn't look at me. She kept her gaze at her notebook and that justpissed me off more making me roll my eyes.
"C'mon I've been through this before you will point me everything wrong in meand everything I need to change. Maybe you will try to figure if me being gayit's a faze too just like the last one, but I'll save you some time. Prettygay, not a faze"
I watched as the doctor tilted her head and let her gaze lay on me with anamused expression. What could be amused about what I had said?
"What makes you think I'm anything like your last therapist Sam?"
For some reason I liked that she used my first name, it made me feel a littlebit more comfortable around her. I think that was one of the things she did tocapture her clients.
"Well isn't that what therapists do?"
I heard her sighing and sitting straighter at her chair after looking at me alittle bothered. Hm, apparently she didn't like to be compare to others?
"Well, that is patronizing and something tells me you are not the kind ofperson to patronize anyone. So be smarter Sam"
Outch. Could she speak to me like that? I mean, I'm pretty sure therapists hadto be a little less blunt and a little more subtle. Although, I don't know exactlywhy but I liked it. I laughed as she seemed to bit her lip to stop herself fromjoining me.
"Okay, sorry. Maybe you can try to ask me something in your own way? I mean, I only doing thisonce, so you might as well enjoy me Dr."
I let it out without even realizing I sounded a little bit flirty. Well, whatthe hell, maybe I wanted to sound that way. I don't even know where thisconfident attitude came, but I was embracing it.
"Dr. Sheppard, please. But I guess you are right...So tell me, are you usingdrugs Sam?"
Sheppard. That's a funny surname for a doctor, well I will not comment on it.That would be just too immature. I gave her a dry laugh in response to herquestion. I knew this would be the first one she would do. After all, what'smore important than to know if your patient is a drug addict?
"According to my mom I am"
Dr. Sheppard arched her eyebrows at me and wrote something again at hernotebook. For fuck sakes I will burn it I swear!
"Sam" – I heard her say but her eyes were still glued at her notebook – "If Ihad any interest in what your mother had to say about you she would be still seatingat this room. So, please, reformulate your answer"
I exhaled annoyed. She was treating me like a stupid kid now, I did not likeit. Then I realized if did want her attitude to change I would have to actuallytell her the story behind my weed incident. There wasn't any other way out Iguess. So I just took a deep breath and started it.
"I met this girl. She is...erm...She is older, and has different tastes than I do.So me and my friends were trying to look cool and hang with her "people", but Ididn't know there would be drugs there. And there is this guy who likes her,Ashton, he likes to talk shit about me and when the time came he kept lookingat me like I would be some kind of loser if I did not do it, so yeah, I didit."
I finished it shrugging like it was no big deal, and in my mind it really wasn't.But that didn't seem to amuse Dr. Sheppard, not one single bit.
"And did you like it?"
"Well, I guess it was funny, but I don't think I will do it again. Drugs arenot really my scene."
She nodded and wrote something on her notebook once more. Argh! Stupidnotebook.
"Would you have done it if it wasn't to impress this girl?"
I stopped at her question then. Would I have done it? I mean I had chancesbefore and I never did it, not that I thought it was a big deal but I justnever felt like doing it.
"I guess no, I wouldn't"
I looked down at my hands a little embarrassed at the realization. I used drugsjust to impress a girl. Oh my god Sam! How dumb are you?
"Yeah, well that's just stupid then"
My eyes widened at her statement. Had she just called me stupid? What the fuck?
"What the hell is your problem?" – I stood up reallyirritated – "You can't say that you are a therapist!"
Dr. Sheppard smirked at me then adjusting her glasses whilst she crossed herleg in a very calm manner.
"Exactly, I am a therapist not a liar. And we have already covered that I amnot like most therapist, Sam. I was just stating a fact, I'm not judging you,and I guess you know I am right, otherwise you wouldn't be all agitated as youare"
I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed calming down. Worst was she was right,I was stupid and I knew that. I sat once more but now I let my elbows rest inmy knees whilst my hands held my face.
"Let me see what you've been writing on this shit thing of yours, if you arenot judging me"
I pointed at her notebook then. And for my surprise she looked amused withcomment. I watched her copy my posture and then she got closer to me that way,not too close, but close enough for me to see her blue eyes had yellowish dotsaround it. She handed me her notebook and I took it slowly from her with asuspicious expression. That was easy...
"Take a look. And please tell me all about my judging"
I couldn't believe in what I was seeing there in her notebook was not anypersonal note about myself but a drawing. A drawing of fucking house, with athree and a horse?
"What-"
"You were not saying anything I was getting bored"
Dr. Sheppard shrugged like it was no big deal and just like that I startedlaughing for real this time.
"Is this a horse?"
I asked and she took the drawing from my hands looking a little offended andretreating to her previous seating setting.
"It was supposed to be a cow"
I laughed harder and I could see she was smiling now.
"Sam, I just want you to know. Therapy is not only for damage people. Unlikeyour mother I don't think you have to change, but I do think you could use helpto figure things around you, things like when you are being a dumb in loveteenager, which is okay, but we have to grow with our experiences, and we dohave to figure out some stuff. Help never hurt anyone"
I smiled at her, she was nice. Surprisingly enough, I liked her but Istill didn't think I needed therapy, I was doing just fine by myself, I alwayshad.
"So you don't think I am a drug addict?"
I wiggled my eyebrows at her in a funny way and she laughed at me shrugging.
"Not yet no. Although, I think your mother could use some calming pills. Askher to come see me after my Christmas vocation, maybe I will be more wellprepared to treat her"
God, she was funny. Indeed my mother going to a therapist didn't sound like a bad idea jokes a side.
"So our time is up, unfortunately"
I nodded and stood up as she followed my movements to accompany me to her door.Before she opened she looked at me once more and smiled reassuringly.
"Everything will be fine Sam. But think about what I told you okay?"
I nodded again and then I left. I never knew I could actually enjoy time with atherapist, but I have to say Doctor Sheppard was something else entirely.