It's Complicated

Chapter 24

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-1 week later-

Month 1

Against the wishes of everyone, really, I had gone to visit Scott in jail every day this past week. Even if his visiting time only lasted an hour and I always beat everyone else to it so I could talk to him for every minute of that hour, it made me content.

He explained himself, and countless times I had tried to apologize for this. Thanks to me, he was imprisoned, and my only consequence was getting a therapist. They had told me that I shouldn't visit Scott, but I still came here every day, just so I could see his face.

He reassured me that he wasn't mad, it was bound to happen anyways, and that I shouldn't blame myself. I just couldn't help myself. In a way, I had forced myself onto him and he hadn't really resisted. All the same, I couldn't get over it. And it certainly couldn't be erased. 

Scott told me he really didn't mind being in jail, that it was fine that his teaching license was suspended, it was okay that his permanent record, and all that stuff that you say to someone when you don't want to hurt their feelings. I was sick of it, but I dropped the subject. Next month I'd be in my senior year, and Scott had begged, no demanded that I apply to at least one college. I was sure he was going to play the "I'm in jail because of you it's the least you could do for me" card, but Scott wasn't like that. In the end, I had decided to apply for the University of Texas and the Emerson College in California, but I knew my chances were low. With all the time I had spent with Scott and putting so much work into raising my grades, I knew there was no way they would accept my late application. Did it really matter anyways?

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"And you don't feel like you were ever being used or taken advantage of?" My therapist, Miranda, said. I took a deep breath. 

"No. What Scott and I felt was true love. We still feel it. Why can't anybody see that?" I demanded. She kept a composed face. 

"Mitch, I understand that you might think you love him, and you might think he loves you, but you're still young. Maybe you just developed feelings for the hot new teacher, it's totally okay. We just want you to know that you will have so many opportunities to be with someone who actually cares about you and is good for you-"

"Stop going on about this bullshit. I'm 18 years old, and I'm not a child," I said, and instantly regretted it because my voice went up an octave. She gave me a look that was probably meant to be sympathetic, but really, it just looked pitiful. 

"Are you prepared for your senior year? Last year of high school," She said. I sighed again. 

"Am I prepared? Yes. Do I want to go? No," I said. 

"Why don't we talk about career choices?" She said. "There's some really exciting things you could major in, hoping that you get into college of course...:

I shut my eyes and let her talk. The only thing that kept me from walking out of this classroom was the fact that this was court ordered.

So I know this was short, and that was on purpose. It's going to get a little boring in the next couple chapters, but please bear with me because this story is almost over!! Ahh omg!! 

I think... 3/4 chapters left. Gah. 

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