Fifteen Layers of Steele

Chapter 15

Getting through my day at school was nicer than most. Stares and whispers were thrown at me throughout the hallways all day, but that was nothing compared to dealing with the infamous backseat bitches, especially considering unwanted attention while roaming about a campus was sadly something that I was used to.

For the first time in a while I was able to eat lunch with Kate. When I tried to whisper the story to her on the benches in the courtyard, we ended up having to move over to my car again because she kept screaming so loudly every minute that it was drawing too much attention— and I certainly didn't need any more attention. The girl wouldn't let it go about how she knew we would end up dating. Though annoying, that did bring to my attention however the fact that he never officially asked me out.

Are we dating? I asked myself as I approached his clinic again at 4:50 P.M. Since he had to rush out so quickly last night, we never got any time to discuss what was going to happen now. As I walked through the door, another scantily clad woman walked out. Now it's my turn to be jealous, I grumbled as I sat down in the usual chair. He's not completely mine yet. We aren't officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Not only that, but we haven't...sealed the deal. Flushing at the thought, my eyes directed to the door he would be appearing from. How long will it take me until I can get to that point? What will happen today? If we went that far last time, then...Grabbing my hot cheeks with my hands, my legs were twisting around themselves from nervousness and anticipation. I want to go all the way so that he won't forget who it is that's his as these girls keep coming to him. He has to always know to think of me, and only me.

"Ms. Steele, Dr. Grey is ready for you a bit earlier today," the receptionist's voice drags me out of my daydream. She was gesturing towards the door, seeming to let me know to walk in myself this time.

"Oh okay. Thank you," I bow to her and pass curiously through it.

Not knowing quite what to do since things were executed a bit differently today, I just walked over to the usual room to see if he was inside. As I suspected, he was sitting in his chair, finishing up some notes by the looks of it.

"Oh Anastasia," he perks his head up as he spots me. "Glad to see you made it again today. Please have a seat on the couch as usual and we can begin right away."

The way he always greeted me so professionally made me want to laugh. It really is the strangest thing being seen by someone you know as a client— especially when that someone is a person you're now supposedly romantically involved with. Today was back to the usual therapist attire. His white button up with black pants and a pair of glasses.

"Get through all of your appointments early today or something?" I ask as I sit down.

"Yes, I had to let the last one go early after I discovered she was not here for any real serious issue."

"And how exactly did you realize that?"

"Well um," he seemed hesitant to answer.

"Um what? What happened," I ask him nervously.

"She just...tried to make advancements on me repeatedly rather than wanting to talk. So I had to ask her to leave. It happens quite often, so it's not such a big deal anymore."

"Not such a big deal!?" I shouted out in anger to my own surprise. I knew that woman walking out looked suspicious! "You shouldn't just brush off something like that! It's really not okay no matter how many times it happens! Man, these women thinking they can get away with sexual harassment," my fists clench at the idea. "You should really kick them out the second they get too comfy with you and never allow them to come to the clinic again! Just because they're females, that doesn't mean that it's okay!"