Prescribe Me Love

Chapter 2: Therapy it is

Maybe, if i gave it one shot, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Jesus, I'm so bad at talking about emotions and feelings, in a way, it makes me cringe slightly. Is that just me?

Liam walked me to his car, which was a pearl white BMW. I'm not good with cars, so let's leave it like that. The ride to school was quiet, almost awkward. My mind was racing, and it felt as if a cloud of misery and bitchiness came over me, casting a horrible rainstorm. Liam pulled into the school parking and we sat there for about twenty minutes, talking and laughing. Why didn't I feel a connection anymore? Where did it go? Every girl in school wanted him, so why didn't I? He had huge biceps and gorgeous blonde hair which shimmered in the sun. A kid with a skateboard came over and slid across the bonnet of Liam's car, and as they both argued, I tried to distract myself by finishing a book I was reading, which was about a young woman who was taken advantage of and given a label, although she grows up to own her own business and meet the man of her dreams, cliche much? 

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I couldn't do it anymore, I had to say it.

"Liam, I think you're great, but I don't want to be in a relationship anymore, I'm really sorry" I saw his eyes swell up and tears forming. His bottom lip made a funny shape and started to shake.

"You don't love me? Jayda, I need you, please give me another chance, I'll do better." His breath seemed to shorten and become extremely quick.

"I'm sorry."

"Fine," he grabbed the door handle with such force that I heard a crack, and opened it without hesitation. Opening my door, his body stood completely still, like a crystal statue in a museum. "Get out"

"What?"

"I said GET OUT!" Throwing me out of his car by my arm, I almost tripped and fell onto my face.

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No, I couldn't possibly do that to Liam, I just couldn't. I would break his heart forever. Then, trying to distract myself from those thoughts, I leaned over to him on his leather seat and placed both my hands on either side of his face. My lips slowly kissed him.

"I love you, I won't ever leave" My voice went quieter, and by the end of that statement, it was almost a humble whisper.

"I hope so." He flashed a wholesome smile, squishing his bright pink cheeks with his inner corners of his lips as he did so. Liam was such a sweetheart, and wouldn't do a single thing if you didn't want to. He pulled me on top of him and wrapped his arms around my waist while still looking up and exploring my lips.

1:30PM 

Lunch wasn't my most favorite time of the day, I know, call me crazy. It was so boring. The cafeteria food was absolutely disgusting, so I didn't eat anything while at school, instead, I normally went to the library to read like the nerd I am. Whilst at my locker picking up things for my last period, I looked over my shoulder to see Charlotte, the principals daughter. How lovely. In North-View High school, it was rather simple, the rules were: No painting lockers (they had to be kept as they are; a dark, plain blue), no kissing, no hugging, no touching, and no breathing. Okay, maybe not the breathing part, but it felt like that should've been a rule too, since I hate almost everyone here.

"Jaydaa" A squeaky, high pitched voice was now behind me, and to my expectations, too close. I closed my locker slowly and turned round, trying to make the most of the couple of seconds I didn't have to socialize. Oh great, her,

"Hey, Charlotte! How are you?" I'm a master at putting on artificial smiles so that no one gets all sobby. Charlotte was a skinny girl, with blonde curly hair and dark roots. Her face was layered with makeup and her eyelashes were almost touching mine, they were so big. She was also a girl who got straight to the point. 

"I want the descriptive writing club." She smiled sweetly and tilted her head to the side. Me, almost having another anxiety attack, started choking on air.

"Excuse m-"

"You heard me"

"Don't you mean the creative writing club? Damion runs the descriptive writing club."

Charlotte looked confused. "There's more than one writing? Oh well, who cares. I decided to come up to you and ask politely instead of just forcing it, like I usually do, because I can." She giggled and came even closer. I could feel her breath against my face. There was now a stressed and tense silence. "Okay, thanks" She giggled again and strutted towards her neon pink locker, with a painted white moon on it and stars surrounding the moon.

Liam came over when he saw that I was almost on the edge of tears and hugged me tight, ignoring the rules of touching. I held him close and planted my face into his shoulder. I hate crying in front of people.

2:10PM

My last period was a free one, and i usually went to the library since I always complete my school work at home or at break. I'd finished all the books about mystery and comedy in the school library, and there was only one other section other than non-fiction. Romance. I mainly tried to stay away from that section because it gave me unrealistic expectations of love and body types. Across the library, I saw the friend Miranda walking over to me, confused and laughing. 

"Well well well, what do we have here?" She ran her skinny, pale fingers through her hair, which was straight and black. Miranda was also skinny, although she had curves to her, which I did not have. 

"Don't ask, I can't be asked to re-read the books about murder or secrets, or a girl who lost her child" Wow, now that I think about it, why do we have these books in school? "Maybe there'll be something good in here, you never know." 

Me and Miranda stared at each other for a moment and burst out laughing.

"That's the saddest thing I've heard all day," She wheezed while holding her stomach to ease the laughing cramps. 

3:20PM

My phone rang as I was walking out the school gates. It was my mother, oh great. Trying to get away from the group of kids who all gathered together to walk to someone's house and smoke weed, I answered. Of course, I had to put my finger to my ear to muffle the sound of them.

"Hello?" Why would she be ringing me? She never normally rings me unless if it's to say she's going out for the night with Carl.

"Hi hun, I'm in the parking lot waiting for you, please hurry up, there's a kid showing me his small penis and making finger gestures near his mouth. Mr Tomlinson said he'd be happy to talk to you," she was now raising her voice so that I could hear her over all the imbeciles passing her car. Who the hell was he? 

"Um, mom, who's Mr Tomlinson?" I asked, trying to laugh it off. Please don't be who I think it is.

"Oh, sorry I forgot to say, he's your therapist and would love to see you now, so hurry up please!" She hung up the phone.