Cruel Intentions|| L.H

1. Bet

- Luke's P.O.V -

"You haven't made an ounce of progress. We've been at this for 6 months now." My therapist Dr. Marilyn speaks. I stood up from her couch and took out a cigarette. "I know." I simply say looking out the building window. "There's no smoking in my office." She speaks making me put it back into my cigarette case and put it away in my jacket. "Well what do you want me to say? That I'm supposed to feel remorse because I act the way I do? The truth is I don't. Look, I'm not like all kids in high school. I don't care about book reports and extra credit. Teachers are idiots anyway. The only challenge out there for me is women. You see a girl. You pursue them. You conquer. You move on. It's exciting. " I respond looking truthfully. "But you said you had the worst reputation. Don't you want to change that?" She asked looking at me like if she's done with my bullshit. I look straight at her and say " let me tell you something, doctor. Chick's love a guy with a bad rap. They say they don't, but they don't mean it. They all think they're the one's that are going to save me. The trick is to let them think it's true." I smirk at her. I liked being a smartass with the doctor because she would get pissed off knowing that she'll never get me to change no matter how hard she tries. She stands up from her seat. "I think that's all for today." Dr. Marilyn tells me closing her book where she writes everything about me. "Same time next week?" I smile innocently. "No. This is going to be our last session. Plus you're going back to school soon." I fake pout like I give a shit. We both know I don't. "Why? I like spending time with you. You know, your're quite attractive for a woman your age. You have killer legs." I smirk at her.

"This isn't a joke. Your parents spend a lot of money to send you here. I'm trying to help you." She tells me as if I'm going to listen. "You think you can come in here with that cute little smirk on your face and try and flirt with me. It doesn't work, Luke." She finally ends her speech of bullshit. "It works a little." I say. "I hope for your sake you grow out of this immature phase. It's going to get you into trouble." I walk over to her desk and grab a picture frame sitting there. "That's my daughter Rachel." She says proudly. "Yummy." I glance at her as I lick my lips looking back down at the photo. "Don't even think about it. Rachel is an exceptionally well rounded young woman, who happens to be attending Princeton this fall. She's way too smart to fall for your line of bull shit." Her hands swiped the picture frame away from me and put it back on her desk. "I'm pretty sure it's quite the opposite." I remark smiling. "Mhm. Go home now Luke." She says with pure anger in her eyes. I put my sunglasses on and walked out of her office. *Dr.Marilyn's p.o.v* "Asshole." I say to myself as soon a as Luke leaves my office. The phone began to ring. I answered. "Mom he told me he loved me." Rachel's voice speaks into the phone. "Who told you?" I asked confused as to who she was talking about. "You don't know him. I'm so stupid." She cried. "Alright honey, calm down, take a deep breath, and step out of the circle." I tell her. "Would you cut the psycho babble bull shit mom! There's pictures of me on the internet!" Rachel yells. "What kind of pictures?" I ask more angrier. "Nude pictures, what do you think?!" "Jesus Christ how can you be so stupid?!" I exclaim. "I don't know. He was just so charming. All he did was talk about how I had killer legs and how he wanted to photograph them. Things just got completely out of hand from there." I dropped the phone and walked out of my office to look for that asshole.

- Luke P.O.V -

I continued to walk out of the building. "Luke! You son of a bitch!" I heard someone yell from the floor above through the glass window. It was Dr. Marilyn. So who cares? Her daughter isn't as innocent as she thought she was. "You're gonna pay for this you little shit! You hear me?!" The security guard came and grabbed her by both arms. I smirk devilishly at her. Watching her be dragged away. "What's her problem?" Some random girl with red hair comes up to me. "I don't know. What's you're name?" I ask her pretending to be interested. "Clarissa." She simply says moving some hair out of her face. By definition she's probably gonna be attached to me after this. Why not have a good make out before going home. "God you're beautiful. Let me take you out to lunch." I smile and grab her hand. She obviously doesn't seem to mind. "Okay." Clarissa responds.