Mine

Chapter 4.

"So guess what."

"Bitch spill the beans." Mer says all excited.

"Guess who's living right across the hall." I ask adding a bit of suspense through the facetime call.

When you have to go to class at 4pm, you find yourself feeling way too free, which is why I took the chance to facetime my best friend to tell her about my last days. We usually gossip a lot and tell each other almost everything. You see, I know she has her secrets, and I obviously have mine. Like, I can't stand her brother and that's pretty clear but we used to see each other at the back of the soccer field in high school, and we'd kiss and shit. It's been almost 4 years, he is in Washington with their dad, already in college and she still doesn't know. I intend to keep it that way.

"Gregg Grant?" Nerdy boy from high school.

"Haha, fuck you. No, it's not your lifetime crush. It's mine."

"No fucking way. You have got to be kidding me. Bitch you're cursed."

"I know right? It's like I'm paying an endless karma or something." I joke about my disgrace. "Also, I have a hottie for a therapist."

Through my anxiety, since the beggining, Meredith has been there for me. When I would panick at school on presentations, even though I had spent weeks preparing myself and working extremely hard on my projects. She didn't have to ask, but she knew my dad would freak me the fuck out with too much pressure that I'd get nightmares where I failed the whole class and ended up poor on a sidewalk.

"Describe." She orders while making herself a peanut butter sandwich.

"He's got these dark blue eyes, pink lips and black hair. He's gorgeous man, you have to come visit so you can check him out. I think he'd be interested."

"How old is Ian?" She asks, referring to Ian Somerhalder, since my description kinda fits him.

"He's 25. Also he's really smart and funny. I liked him."

"Damn, what an achievement."

"I know." My past with my therapists has been rough. At first, I got this old lady who thought I was just exaggerating, and had no confidentiality morals. She would make me think she understood me and gave me these ridiculous activities to expand my mind, but then would backstab me telling my parents I was just a teenager desperate for attention. Which I was, but that was not it. "But hey, I only rejected one. She was crazy, man, you should have seen her, even Lucas knew she was nuts."

"Lucas? The therapist?" She asks.

"Yeah, he's Lucas Jones." I remember the tag with a 'Dr. Jones' on it.

"Em, it's 3:30, don't you have to get going? First day, baby." She reminds me and I take a look at my watch.

"Fuck, yeah. I'm kinda nervous. Help. Should I just drop college? Yeah maybe I should. It's pointless. Like, I-"

"Emma shut the fuck up." Mer interrupts my melt down. "You're going to do amazing. Girl, you're smart as hell, as nice as someone can be, let's not forget that sass of yours that makes you so unique. Bitch you make me laugh at fucking funerals, you got jokes. You're going to kill it, trust me, everyone's gonna love that sweet ass."

"Little speech made me tear up." I say pretending to clean a tear from the corner of my eye. "I love you. I miss you! Who's going to be nodding everytime when I have my lectures and presentations?"

"Okay stop. You're gonna be late. I promise you'll do just fine, and, it hurts a bit but I know you'll make new friends." She reassures me.

"Alright, well, bye, love you."