Group Therapy

Seven

Marissa

I stare out into the rain. It's pouring. I like rain. I don't really know why. I feel more secure in the rain I guess. I mean, have you ever seen a crime happen in the rain? No, because no one wants get wet.

"Marissa, I want to talk to you," says Amanda, knocking on my bedroom door.

"Come in."

Amanda comes in. "Look, I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but I think I can help. I have heard all over school about you and Logan. It was his loss, trust me. Don't forget who you are. You're Marissa Mint. Total hottie and badass. But you look weak. You have to make Logan see you're okay without him. Believe it or not, you are fine without him."

I let what Amanda say sink in. She's right. I don't need Logan. Any other day I would have punched her in the face for calling me weak. But I know she's just trying to help me.

"You're right. I'm Marissa Mint. I can get any guy I want. I mean I'm hot as fuck. Thanks Amanda, you've helped me out a lot."

"I'm always here for you sis. Wait, aren't you supposed to be at that group therapy thing?"

"I wasn't really feeling it. But I promise, I'll go Thursday," I say reassuring her.

"Good," she says leaving my room.

I decide to make it my mission to look good tomorrow. I need Logan to really see what he once had, and lost. Over fucking Dana. What an idiot.

The next day I'm at school super early. I'm not 16 yet. Not until next month. So I don't have my drivers license. So Jason had to drop me off. Him and Amanda both do sports, so they have to be here early.

I take a seat near the vending machines, next to all the losers who get to school early for no good reason. I look at my phone and sigh. School doesn't even start for another hour.

"Hey Marissa," I hear a voice say. I look up and see David. Fuck.

"Hey," I say, pretending to text someone.

"How've you been?"

"Fine. You?"

"Great," he says.

This couldn't be more awkward. I haven't talked to David in almost four years. In the seventh grade, I had the biggest crush on him. It wasn't like every other crush, where you get over it in like two days. It was real. At least I thought it was. I think he was the closest thing I've ever had to loving someone. Even if it was in the seventh grade. I remember the first time he talked to me. He sat in front of me in math and he turned around to ask me for a pen. Then after school, I had the courage to go up to him and ask for my pen back. He looked in his bag for awhile.

"Sorry, I think I lost it. I promise I'll get you a new one."

I've always remembered those exact words. So one day I decided to write him a note and tell him I like him. I thought it was going to be like a fairytale, where he reads the note and then comes up to me and tells me he likes me too. I thought wrong. I also had gym with him. At gym, he had one of his friends come up to me and tell me he didn't like me. I was so heart broken. I mean I didn't cry or anything. I surely don't like David anymore. But every time I see him, it's like a constant reminder of what happened.

"Look, I know we haven't talked in like four years, but I just want to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you down like that," says David. This is my opportunity to regain myself.

"David, I don't care anymore. That shit happened in the fucking seventh grade. You're four years late on that apology."

"I know. I just wanted to see if you're okay. I've heard all about what happened with you and Logan."