The Psychiatrist

Chapter One

"Alright class we'll be finishing up the semester with our very last clinical site being in The Coleman Federal Prison. You'll be assessing the mental and physical aspects of the inmates," Professor Clark says.

Yes. Yes. Yes. After this I'll be a psychiatrist. No more waking up early to get to this damn class, let alone all of the stress from this program, and the somewhat long drive to the USF campus in Tampa.

"Be on time please. We'll be there from 9am to 6pm,"

Quietly packing my bag a million things began to run through my mind. Would they even consider coming to my graduation? Should I even invite them? I was contemplating on calling my parents this evening to tell them that I'm graduating in a few days, and inviting them to the ceremony. I haven't really spoken to my parents since my freshman year of graduate school. That was four years ago. Since things are different now, maybe they'll take me back again. I assume they still love me because my tuition is still being paid by them.

Doctors Edwin and Dondria Welsh are my parents. In the Tampa Bay Area, they are well noted Psychiatrists who are really good at what they do. I was fortunate enough to attend private schools and live in a Georgian style home down by the hospital. My parents have been married my entire life. I had always felt loved up until the second semester of graduate school. How are they psychiatrists and couldn't understand where I was coming from or at least try to sympathize with me. Anyways should I invite them or not to invite them..

"Psst Diana psst."

Ignore him and finish packing... ignore him and-

"Psst Diana I know you hear me." whispered Harrison.

Looking back at him "what?" I silently mouthed.

"Do you have a ride for Wednesday?" Harrison smirked.

"Yeah myself." I smiled.

"Forget about it, you can ride with me. We'll take turns driving there and back. Here take my number because I know you want it." He whispered playfully smiling at me.

Writing his number down on a piece of paper "Hit me up whenever you want to study for boards boo."

Scanning the room, no sign of Professor Clark. I turned around and reached for the white folded piece of paper with Harrison's number. Got it.

"Am I interrupting you two?" Professor Clark yelled.

Damn.

"No sir." I said shyly looking into Professor Clark's eyes.

"We'll talk after class Miss Welsh" he said coldly.
Great.

Snatching the paper from my hands, he slowly walked over to Harrison and began to circle him like a shark. Stooping down to Harrison's level, with his eyes locked onto mines "find a date on your own time. Not mines." he whispered loudly.

Walking back to his desk he looked at his watch. "Alright you guys I'll see you Wednesday! 9am sharp remember." he yelled.

I watched as the other students flew out of the classroom with their backpacks and satchels in hand. How embarrassing is this, getting caught by the professor passing notes. I silently giggled to myself. So childish. A soft hand brushed up against my shoulder. My eyes followed up the arm of the beautiful brown skinned man that was standing on the side of me.

"So are you gonna call me or what ?" He said while throwing the blue jansport backpack over his shoulder.

"Earth to Harrison.. didn't you see him snatch that paper out of my hands?" I said trying to stifle a giggle.