Mine

Chapter 12.

"So this is the place." Finn says, taking a look at the center through the shotgun seat window.

"You say that like you don't walk this street to get to school everyday."

"It looks different when you drive here." He gets out of the car.

"Wait, why are you getting out?" I ask as he opens my door. "Also, why did I not know you had a car?"

"I'm walking you to the door, it's common cortesy." He says walking by my side. "And it's 'cause I bought it yesterday. I was meaning to tell you, but you were all weird."

Oh no, not again, come on. Will he ever let go of this topic? We had sex, so what?

"Sorry." I stop at the front door. "It's a nice car, by the way."

It's a red toyota, it doesn't seem too expensive, but it's nice that he could buy something like this for himself. I wonder where he got the money or if his parents bought it for him.

"It's not much but it works for me, so..." he shrugs. "You sure everything's alright between us?"

"Yes, for the tenth time." I roll my eyes.

"And everything's alright over there?" He gestures towards my head. I nodd.

Liar liar, pants on fire.

"Oh, hi Emma." Danielle waves at me while heading out.

"Hey! I thought your sessions were Tuesdays and Thursdays..." I say with a frown.

"Oh yeah, I was just bringing Johanna what she ordered. I'm selling milk desserts." She laughs. "So if you wanna buy..."

"I do!" Finn jumps in. "I'll buy one."

"Really? I have cookie's and cream, and..." she says while she searches on the big plastic bag she carries. "And that's it."

"Then I guess I'll have that one. You want one?" He asks me.

"No, thanks tho. I'll go to my session." I kiss his cheek. "See you later. See ya Danielle."

"Bye Em!" She says as Finn shouts a "Good luck!".

As I come in, Lucas heads out of his office.

"Emma, hey. I'll be back in a sec. Take a seat, please." He asks and I nodd, entering the room.

"Woah." I say as I take in the dense energy I get from the place, which makes me look around, only to find a paper bag on the floor and a weird scented smell that only gives me nausea.

This energy is so dense and dark I feel like I can even grab it and give it a good squeeze. Feeling the need to pick up the bag, I do it so that my mind rests, but instead of doing it right, I take the wrong side leaving it open to drop what it has inside.

Weed.

"Shit, Em." Lucas says as he comes in and closes the door behind. "Crap. I'm so sorry, I- I'll have you assigned for someone else. This- this won't-"

"Lucas." I interrupt his melt down. "You seriously need someone. You know you can talk to me."

"That's hella unprofessional. I can't do that." He bents down to pick the plastic bag with the weed up and puts it back in the paper bag.

"I'm much better now, I won't tell anyone. I swear."

"I promise I will recover from this. Just, stop asking."

"I will, but don't assign me to anyone else." I beg.

"Why do you want me to help you, in this state?"