Dysfunctional (Sequel to Soft Whispers)

Dr. Hayes

I got to the library late and as I walked inside, I saw Chresanto sitting at the table that I usually sat at.

I guess I could call it the table that we usually sit at. Considering he always sits there too. 

I walked over to the table and plopped down in the seat across from him. I didn't acknowledge him as I angrily pulled out my textbooks. 

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I ignored him and pulled out my whiteboard. I searched my bag for my marker. 

"Bria". 

I don't know why, but hearing him say my name made me pause. I stared at the inside of my bag and dropped my shoulders. I shook my head a little and went back to looking for my marker. 

"Bria". 

Fuck the marker. I don't need it. 

I'm lying, I do need it. 

Where is it?

I couldn't have left it at home, right?

I suddenly felt a hand over mine and I looked up at Chresanto. 

"What's wrong with you?" He asked seriously. 

Should I tell him all the reasons as to why I'm acting the way I am? It's so many though, you see:

1. I woke up late.

2. I stubbed my fucking toe because I was rushing to get dressed.

3. I haven't had breakfast. 

4. I have to see a fucking shrink today.

5. I haven't heard from Jacob yet. 

6. And he knows how I feel about being ignored by him.

7. I can't find my fucking marker.

8. And I'm tired. 

9. And broken.

10. And today is not a good day for me.

My tears wet my eyes and I took a deep breath. I need to calm down.

Whenever I get too worked up and frustrated, I cry. Not because I'm sad, but because I feel as if I can't take control of my life and that everything is working against me.

"Bria".

I looked at Chresanto, he still had his hand over mine.

"What's going on?"

I shook my head a little.

He gave me a concerned look before pulling his hand away. "Okay".

"So, about this date. You really don't have to go".

I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he telling me this?

"I talked to your brother and he told me about the conversation you had with him the other day".

I felt guilty for some reason. The fact that he found out about the real reason as to why I said 'okay' to him made me nervous. Was he mad?

I slowly took his notebook from him and I took his pencil too.

I still wanna go.

>>*<<

I don't wanna go.

"It won't be that bad, Bri" Ray said as he pulled me to the car.

I looked at him then down at my marker that I had finally retrieved. Turns out it was on my bed all day.