Fifteen Layers of Steele

Chapter 7

Today being Friday, there was no first class. The Diversity of Human Sexuality was only held on Monday through Thursday since it ran a little extra longer than most classes. I took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep. Last night proved to be difficult getting to bed right away because of the anticipation about my upcoming therapy session. The thoughts in my head wouldn't stop racing around the imaginary track. Must have thought they were professional race car drivers or something.

Being that I've never been to therapy before, I have no idea what to expect. In my mind therapy consisted of somebody talking on and on about their problems while a therapist just sat there asking "and how do you feel about that," whilst getting paid hundreds of dollars for it. Sounds pretty easy to me. I'll deal with a few crying people giving me their sob stories while I rack in the dough.

In my case, I've always had Kate or José to talk to when I had a problem. So therapy always sounded pretty useless. Why would I need to tell some total stranger about my problems? What good will that do? Though I suppose my therapist this time won't be a random person since I've already gotten to know him...but somehow that makes it even worse.

Anxiety was overcoming me. I couldn't stop worrying about the kind of questions that he was going to ask. There are so many things from my past that I have never talked about to anyone. Even Kate and José haven't heard everything.

Too restless to try to go back to sleep, I got up from bed. It was already 8:30 AM. Making my way over to the kitchen I found a note from Kate stuck to the fridge. It read:

Hola Chica! Don't forget to tell me everything about how things went yesterday! Don't think you can escape me! MU HA HA >:D

I snorted at her dorkiness as I opened up the door to grab some milk for my cereal. After closing it back shut, I ripped the note off of the fridge and threw it into the trashcan by the sink. Kate had already been in bed by the time I got home. All of her lab assignments have been wiping her out lately. Poor thing never gets any free time. Pulling out another sticky note from a nearby drawer, I wrote a reply back to her and stuck in on the same spot that her note had been:

Sure. ;) If you're ever home to hear it! xP Mu ha ha~

As I sat down at the kitchen table and poured milk into a bowl of sweet chocolate O's (unhealthy I know) I started to consider what I was going to wear today. Most of the time I just go out in my leggings or sweatpants since there's never really ever been anybody to impress before, but this time the urge to dress up nicely overcame me.

It took over an hour just to shower, do makeup, and straighten my hair. "How can people manage to do this every day?" I grumbled in frustration at the piece of hair that just wouldn't seem to come straight. A nice bit of black eyeliner perfectly lined the curve of my eyes. Showing up with it wouldn't be so weird this time, so I decided to go for it. A darker and sexier shade of red than yesterday was also used on my lips. It matched more with the elegant white sweater and dark jeans that I was currently wearing. A nice, sleek and plain black choker added the finishing touches to the outfit. I put the lipstick into my pocket in case of need of emergency reapplying.

There were only two classes today, but that didn't seem to make it go by any more quickly. Not seeing Christian this morning was a real downer. At least I would be seeing him at the end of it though. That made the sadness a little more bearable. Not having to deal with Jennifer's bullshit was also a plus. Sometime throughout it, I questioned why not having to run into him in class was making me so glum. Especially considering the fact that just a couple days ago I would have considered it a blessing. My feelings and behavior were so foreign to me, that I wasn't even sure if it was still me up in my head. Certainly, they were not something that I had ever experienced before.