"And what do you think could help?" My 'anger management' therapist, Camden, asked as she crossed one leg over the other.
This whole thing would've been a lot better if she wasn't smoking hot...but she was. Imagine Amber Heard features, Megan Fox eyes, Scarlett Johansson personality. Yeah...
"Help, like, my anger?" She nodded. I scratched my chin softly with a huff. "Uh, shit, I'm not sure."
She smiled amusingly. "There's nothing you can do for fun? Nothing that can get your aggression out without being violent? Sort of like an extraneous activity."
"Well," I felt a smirk cover my lips as I thought about something that I could easily use to release some tension. If you know, you know. "I might be able to think of a few things." Her eyebrows raised up before she looked down at her watch.
"Right. That seems to be all the time we have today." I chuckled softly and nodded, standing up. "Same time Friday."
"Yup." We walked out of the room and towards the lobby, Camden telling me some techniques to use in case I felt myself getting wound up. "So breathing and taking walks, got it." I reiterated playfully.
"Seriously, Y/n." We stepped outside and she looked at me. "I'm the one who signs you off for the court, don't forget that."
Backpedaling, I raised my hand and saluted her. "Got it boss." Her eyes rolled as I turned around, spotting Steph leaned against her Mercedes as she watched me approach her. "Helloo beautiful." I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up, lightly pressing her against the car as she squealed. "Miss me?" I questioned playfully and she made a 'sure' face, making me press my lips against hers hastily, pulling away just as fast. "How about now?"
Her cheeks were tinted red as she looked over my shoulder, my eyes following to see Camden walking up the steps and back into the building. My gaze accidentally dropped down to her behind, the black jeans hugging her nicel-
"Ouch?" I hissed when I felt a sudden smack on my forehead, turning back to see Steph staring at me with a slight glare. "What?"
"Watch it, Casanova." Climbing out of my grip, she opened the car door. "I'll kick your ass."
"Oh, I'm so scared." I said sarcastically as I slid into the passenger seat. She gave me a look as she put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking spot. "So, what are we doing now?"
"I'm taking you home, I have work in forty minutes." I groaned and laid the seat back. "Sorry, not all of us can be pop stars and get monthly checks from a label-" I snapped my head to her and she giggled. "Sorry."
"Are you on your period?" I asked softly, noting she always got a little more sassy when her red friend came around.
Huffing, she shook her head. "I'm suppose to start today but it hasn't showed so, maybe tomorrow?" I hummed and laid back again.
"Take me to your house instead." She looked over at me and I shrugged. "No ones home anyways, I'd rather go to yours because you have, like, snacks."
"Jesus you've been in California too long. That 'like' was, like... not necessary." She teased and I slapped her thigh, rolling my eyes as she laughed. "I'm sorry, it's just cute."
"Whatever."
Her nice ass house came into view and she parked in the driveway, unclipping her seat belt before looking over at me. Her hazel eyes sparkled, a small smile stretching across her lips.
"What?" I asked, confused with her stare.
She shook her head softly before leaning down and connecting our lips, her hand gently holding my face. I reached up and brushed my thumb across her chin, smiling when I felt her start to smile. "You ruined it." She giggled out and pulled back, smiling at me cutely.
