Crush On You {Ausmila} {Delayed Updates}

chapter eleven

I was listening to Where Do Broken Hearts Go when my mom tapped me on my shoulder.

"We're here," my mom said as we pulled up to the therpaist's building.

I got out of the car and knocked on the window where my mom rolled it down, "You're not coming?"

"I have to get back to work, sweetie. I'll be back to pick you up in an hour or so," my mom said driving off.

I strolled inside the building and went up to the counter, "Ah, you must be Austin Mahone?" the lady asked pulling out a folder with my name on it.

I rubbed my fingers through my hair, "Yeah that's me so do I just go on back or wait to get called in?"

"You can go on back," the lady said going back to her work on the computer.

I proceeded on my way to Dr. Sharpe's office and once I went in, I took a seat on the couch, and waited on her so we could start this. My phone vibrated and pulled it out to see that I had a text from Camila.

Camila❤️
Hey will now be a good time to come over and help you on Algebra 2?

I replied, I'm a little busy right now... But I'll text you back in a hour when I'm all good. As I slid my phone back in my pocket, Dr. Sharpe comes into the room.

"Hi Austin, nice to see you again," Dr. Sharpe said closing the door behind her.

"I really didn't have a choice," I murmured under my breath.

"Excuse me, what was that?" Dr. Sharpe asked taking a seat in her office chair.

"Nothing," I groaned as I laid my head back.

I wish I wasn't here.

Dr. Sharpe took out a binder and started to write something down, "Okay, so Austin, let's try this again. What seems to be the problem?"

"I just want to make sure that everything I say will stay in this room? You won't go around and telling your other patients or my parents?" I asked checking to see if I'll be safe with my problems in here, because I never told my personal problems to anyone before.

Dr. Sharpe puts her hand on my knee, "Everything you say Austin will only be between you and me," putting her hand to her side.

Alright, here it goes...

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "There's this girl that I sort of like..." I paused for a second, "No, I'm in love with her. I would do anything just to see that beautiful smile on her face," I looked down and smiled, because I literally would do everything just to see Camila smile.

Dr. Sharpe began taking notes, "This girl... Does she know how you feel?"

Instantly my smile turned into a frown and I brought my knees towards me, "N-no," my voice starting to crack. Just then, Dr. Sharpe gets up and heads to a bookshelf to grab a box of Kleexnex, and handed me the box. I put it down next to me and buried my face in my hands.

 Can I go home right now? I don't want to be here anymore, but I know I need this because I can't keep all of my emotions inside of me. I need to vent my feelings out to someone before I have a mental breakdown, and going to see Dr. Sharpe won't possibly be such a bad thing for me...

"Austin?" Dr. Sharpe asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I said, snapping back out of my thoughts.

"The girl, does she not return those same feelings to you?" Dr. Sharpe, crossing her leg over her other leg.

I put my hands behind my head and looked down, "I was too late."

And suddenly I have a flashback, which was when I was about to tell Camila how I feel about her, in my head.

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There she was laying under the big shady tree, our spot in the park where we usually came ever since we were little, reading The Hunger Games. I always had this feeling inside me that whenever I'm around her, no other girl, I would get this weird tingling feeling but it wasn't bad...No, it was one a good tingling feeling.

That moment was when I realized I am in love with my best friend.

I slowly approached her, feeling nervous because I'm going to tell her how I feel about her. Who knows how she'll respond and if she likes me back, but I can't keep doing this; acting like nothing is happening when I have all these feelings towards her.

I licked the bottom of my lips because here I go, "Camila."

"Hey Austin," she looked up from her book with a huge smile on her face and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Camila, there's something I have to tell you," I said looking down because it's now or never.

"What is it?" she asked getting up from the spot.

"Promise you won't hate me what I'm about to tell you," I said looking deeply into her eyes.

She grabs my hands and looks at me, "Austin, I can never hate you. Whatever you have to say, I'll like you no matter what."

"Camila, I'm in-"

I was cut off by a boy coming from behind a tree with two drinks in his hands.

"Hey Camila, I got your drink," he said handing her the drink and gives me a strange look when he noticed me, "Whos's this?"

"Oh this is Austin," she said to the boy and then faced me, "Austin, this is Jackson, my boyfriend."

My heart shattered into a million pieces. Boyfriend? She would have told me the second she was in a relationship. I just can't believe this is happening. Here the girl of my dreams is telling me that she has a boyfriend in our spot, when I was going to tell her how I feel. It probably doesn't matter anyways, because obviously she doesn't feel the same way.

"What was it that you were going to say, Austin?" she asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, it's not important. Congrats Camila, I'm happy for you," I said walking off, trying to hold back the tears.
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"Austin! Austin!" Dr. Sharpe was yelling at me and I suddenly realized that I had a flashback. It occurs whenever either I'm sleeping, or I'm in the middle of something and all of a sudden I'll have a flashback from like 2-3 years ago.

"I'm sorry but I can't do anymore today," I said bouncing my leg up and down.

"Is everything okay?" Dr. Sharpe asking, sympathetically.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just need to go home," I said getting up from the couch.

"Okay, well will I be seeing you again?" Dr. Sharpe asked, writing something on a piece of paper.

"Yeah, probably," and with that Dr. Sharpe handed me a slip with my next appointment.

I headed outside where I spot my mom's car in the parking lot and went in the front seat.

"How long have you been out here for?" I asked, closing the car door.

"I just got here a few minutes ago. Did everything turned out fine?" my mom, starting up the engine.

"Yeah and in fact, I got my next appointment," I said handing her the slip so she can put it up on the refrigerator when we get home.

These therapy sessions might not be so hard than I thought...