Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

17

The next morning, I'm too rushed to think about the night before. I'm nearly late for my class, which has me frantically running around. It really wasn't smart to go to a party on a school night. 

It isn't until I'm sitting in my calculus class do I reflect on my call to Harry last night. In hindsight, it was a terrible idea. I mean, why'd I drunkenly call him?

But at the same time, I'm relieved I did. At least I apologized. Sober me would have too much pride and too little guts for that.

I also hurt myself. A lot. I mean, I knew I didn't belong in Harry's world, but him saying we only exist to each other because of this bond hurts me. It makes me feel like I'm some type of ultimatum. The last choice.

I dejectedly smile at myself. At least we aren't on the worst terms. I just hope he takes my words to heart - the good and the bad. As much as I want him, it seems more impossible day by day. The harsh reality is settling in; we aren't meant to be together.

Maybe he realized this too, after last night.

As soon as our professor dismisses us, I bolt out of the classroom. The plan is to chill in the library a little and get some work done, something I can't seem to do by myself. Maybe if I'm surrounded by people who're focused, I will be too.

My phone rings but the caller ID is unknown so I let it go. If it's someone important, they'll leave a voicemail. I don't have the patience to deal with a telemarketer right now. 

After a minute, my phone lets me know I have a message. I click on the button and put the phone to my ear.

"Hi Ms. Marsh, we're just calling to remind you of your appointment with Dr. Linda tomorrow at 3 p.m. at the Counseling and Wellness Center. Please bring your student ID as proof of attending. Just a reminder that canceling your appointment more than 48 hours in advance results in a cancellation fee of $50 that will be charged to your student account. Thank you and we hope to see you soon."

I frown as I pull my phone away. Counseling and Wellness Center? That's our school's therapist building. Students get access to free therapy there.

Hold on. I never made an appointment!

I call back the number quickly. "Hi. I just got a call about a scheduled appointment tomorrow but I never registered for one."

"Hold on for one moment," the lady on the line directs. She asks for all my information and I hear the faint clicks of typing on a keyboard. "Ah, yes. I see you signed up for tomorrow at three."

"Yeah... but I never signed up for it."

The lady gives out a heavy sigh. Jeez! If she gives out this much attitude, I can't imagine people with anxiety ever calling. "Well, our reports show you called this morning."

My frown deepens as my frustration grows. "But I didn't!"

"Listen, you can cancel the appointment if you want but there's a fee for that. My advice is that you show up anyway. What do you have to lose?"

Uh, my time?

"Okay," I exhale, trying not to spew out hurtful words. It takes several calming breaths to achieve this. "Thank you." I hang up before she can respond.

My head starts to spin. Who the hell made a therapy appointment in my name? Now I have to go unless I want to pay the fee. Frustrated, I leave the building. I no longer feel like going to the library. Maybe I can go on a run to get rid of this pent up agitation.

Deciding it's a good idea, I go back to my dorm. Well, I trudge there. I'm acting a little childish but I can't really care right now.

Therapy? Really? Is this some sick joke?