Therapy (Jalex)

Session 7

Patient: Alexander William Gaskarth

Notes: acting more flustered, personality change

-Dr. Bassam Barakat

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"Hey, Alex, you're ten minutes early," Hilary cooed from her desk, making me blush. I was slightly disgusted by her and myself for that night, as I regretted it deeply. I didn't even like her. Today, she was wearing a skin tight black tank top, white skinny jeans, and black platforms. Her dark copper hair was curled and piled on top of her head in a Cinderella style. Although she would've looked gorgeous in my eyes before, I just felt nauseous at the sight of her.

"Hello, Hilary," I grunted, not looking at her.

"Alex, you don't have to act any different around me," she murmured, leaning over on her desk, exposing her cleavage. Immediately, I felt my jeans tighten around my groin against my will. Hilary's hungry eyes swept over me and a small smirk grew on her face. I glanced at the clock. Three minutes to go. Involuntarily, I stood up and walked behind her desk. She grinned at me.

"Good boy." Her hands grazed my crotch, causing me to moan a little. She rubbed harder and faster, and I could feel myself melt in her hands. Pleasure shocked up my entire body, and I cried out loud.

"That's... enough," I gasped, perspiration beading on my forehead. "Hilary."

She glanced up at me with a devious smile. "Have a nice session, Alex."

I looked away and sat back down in my seat. As soon as my butt touched the chair, the corridor door opened. The redhead and Dr. Barakat walked out, chatting about the weather. I wiped the sweat from my face and stood up, ready for therapy.

"Alex, come on in!" Dr. Barakat smiled and ushered me in. I followed him down the hallway and into the pristine room. I sat in the squeaky chair, and the doctor picked up his clipboard from the counter and glanced over the stack of papers attached to it.

"So, how are you feeling today?" he asked in his awfully calm voice. No wonder he was a shrink.

"Uh... F-Fine, just fine," I replied quickly, still flustered from my dry hand job from Hilary. Dr. Barakat raised an eyebrow and jotted something down.

"Are you taking your antidepressants?"

"...Sometimes," I replied shortly. Another eyebrow raise.

"Sometimes?" the doctor inquired.

"Um... Yes. I take them every few days."

Dr. Barakat nodded, jotted, and glanced up again.

We spent the next eternity asking and answering pointless, life sucking, deep questions, and by the time my session was over, I threw myself out of the room and into the lobby. That room was going to drive me crazy. The daylight met my eyes with glory, and I basked in the fresh air. Or, the air that wasn't the air in that room.

Jack Barakat was playing Candy Crush in a seat next to the door. When we walked out the door, his head popped up.

"Hi, Dad," he said. "Hey, Alex."

"Hey, Jack." His dad nodded and ushered in his next patient. I pulled out my phone, dialed my mom's number, and sat in the chair next to Jack.

"Mom? Can you pick me up?" I asked.

"Oh, uh, sorry, I'm running late at work, Alex," Mom said. "I'm sorry. Can you sit tight for a while?"

"Mom," I groaned, "I'm gonna be stuck here for another hour in a lobby?"

"Do you need a ride?" Jack whispered, leaning over. "My brother can drive you home."

It was better than being stuck here.

I nodded to Jack. "Yeah, Mom I'm gonna get a ride from... a friend."

"Alright, Alex," she said, sounding pleased. "Have fun."

"Yeah, bye, Mom," I sighed before disconnecting. I turned to Jack. "Can you really give me a ride?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not," he replied, grinning. "Plus, I'm your friend now."

"Right. So, when will your brother come?" So we were friends now, apparently. I didn't want to burst Jack's bubble, so I went along with it.

"Joe should come in about ten minutes to pick me up," he answered, checking the time on his phone. "But since we have time, wanna get ice cream at the shop across town?"

"I don't have money, though..." I checked my pockets. Nope, not a dime. Jack shook his head giddily.

"We can still get ice cream," he chirped, tapping his foot wildly. "I'll pay."

"No, I can't possibly let you do that," I said, surprised at how eager he was to help me.

"No, shut up, I want ice cream and so do you. Plus, that's what friends do. They buy each other ice cream." Jack's eyes were wide and bright, begging me to come along to get the cold treat.

I sighed, not able to turn down his puppy eyes. "Alright. Let's get ice cream."