EMOTIONALLY ENTANGLED

Chapter 22.

CHAPTER 22: boys will be boys

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For me, seeing the councillor was a regular occurrence. My mother thought it would be cheaper for me to seek help from the school than the more professional people. Miss Daley was the school's favourite counsellor and probably the favourite for every student as well. She was nice and never thought we were too old for sweets at the end of our sessions.

I walked to the student reception desk and passed my slip to the teacher, who then stamped it as approved and let me in. It never surprised me that whenever I arrived there were always people surprised to see me. As a person who's popular, they don't expect a popular girl to get counselling from the school. To my surprise though, the waiting room was empty so I settled on one of the seats and read the book I was halfway through with.

One of the teachers, Miss Humphreys passed through, examining her engagement ring. God, it's like the ring's a fucking mirror for the number of times I've seen her eyeing her ring. It's not like I actually like her as well. She doesn't offer anything to this school based on education, but when it comes to gossip, she practically feeds on it.

"Good morning, Miss Brielle," she spoke, her eyes moving from me to her ring again. Doesn't she get dizzy from doing that? "I hope you're having a good day so far."

I gave her my best innocent and I'm-totally-enjoying-life-but-still-dying-inside smile and she grinned before heading off into the staff room. I think I just died a little bit more, either that or my life just sucks and I've only realised it.

"Brielle Thomson." miss Daley called from the door frame. As I was being called in, I fumbled to place my book in my bag and managed to nearly knock myself out when I bumped into someone. Being the idiot that I am, I couldn't land properly and sent myself flying.

Oh, and I managed to fall right on my ass, knocking my glasses off with me.

I'm so pathetic, wearing glasses but still bumping into things.

"I'm sorry, Brielle," a deep voice spoke as I immediately looked up, recognising the voice. Owen stood there, tall and proud, clearly distracted by the fact my skirt was short enough to bare my thighs. He's staring. He's totally staring.

"Owen," I started, "it's fine really. Can you just help me up?" he snapped out of his gaze and helped me up before grabbing a hold of my glasses and placing them back on my face, my eyes fluttering shut out of instinct. It wasn't that obvious, but I could tell he was blushing and god, was it priceless.

"I-I didn't expect to see you here." he seemed to be embarrassed by the fact he was caught staring and he didn't seem to hide it that well.

"Nor did I," I said as he lightly chuckled and moved out of the way so I could get through, "well, I'll see you soon."

"Of course." with that, I quickly walked into Miss Daley's office with a small blush on my cheeks. Being around him made me act awkward. Well, more awkward than I usually was, but still. He just brought out this nervousness in me that I didn't know I had when I was around him because of the snarky comments I made in his face.

Miss Daley watched me with a twinkle in her eyes before telling me to sit down in the chair across her. Oh god no, not again, I thought. Even if she was my favourite teacher, she just loved to get involved in my love life. Other teachers would think 'you're too young to be in love' or 'you don't know what love is', but Miss Daley loves to listen to us ramble on.

"Good morning Brielle, how are you feeling today?" she asked as I settled in the chair, "hopefully well. I heard what happened between your parents and I just want you to know that if you ever feel like talking to someone, just come and find me."