I don't know how love works. I've never loved anyone in my life other than my mom and dad, obviously not in that way. Don't get me wrong here, I'm not saying I love anyone right now, it's just that..I feel.. something. I can't explain it. I looked at him and I don't know what I felt. But it felt strong, it felt powerful, it felt good. My new male therapist starts to ask me questions about myself, meanwhile, miss blonde bimbo is over here drooling over her notepad. "So, tell me about yourself Juni? Is that what you like to be called?" I nod my head and smile. I've had a good five minutes to check out his features. Brown, glowy, silky hair to match his eyes. Chizzled face with a nice jawline, attractive lips that looks so hot everytime he licks them, and he looks like he works out. He's wearing a relatively tight shirt that you can still see the grooves and curves of his muscles. I decide to keep my face down when I'm answering questions so I won't make it too awkward.
"I'm a senior in highschool. I turn 18 in July and that's pretty much all I got." I look up at him, wondering what his reaction will be. But he's just sitting there, smiling at me. "That's all you've got huh?" he says grinning. I blush and look down at my hands. Is he flirting or playing with me? I don't know what to think right now. I look over at Trinity who's having a hard time taking notes. "Hey, so are you going to talk to me to about what kind of questions I should ask or what types of attitudes I should have in the office?" I look over at her and I can tell by the tone of her voice she's annoyed. I look over at Mr. Brooks and he's still staring at me. Why the fuck is he staring at me, answer her damn it! He keeps his eyes locked on me and responds to Trinity.
"Take notes Trinity and maybe come up with less obvious questions to ask me." he says then finally looks at her. Damn, that was kind of rude. I look over at Trinity again and she glimpses at me and glares then writes down something in her notepad. Oh god, I hope she's not jealous of me or some shit. I look back at my therapist and he turns his attention back to me. "So tell me more about what your life is like, what is that you do, any hobbies, anything you do on your free time?.." I actually think hard about this question. What is it that I do on my free time? "Well, I don't do much, I have the freedom to go out I just don't feel that motivated to get out of the house most days." He nods his head and writes down something on a piece of paper. His hands look so strong and I'm such a fucking weirdo.
I look at his lips, which are slightly parted as he is concentrated writing down whatever it is he is writing down. I almost drool at the thought of his lips on mine. All over my skin. All over my neck, my breasts, my stomach, down to my... "Okay, great. Unfortunately I'm gonna have to cut out meeting ahoet but I will see you next week on Monday alright?" He gives me a quick smile and writes down a small business card, the time and date of our next appointment. Did our session end so fast?
He stands up and holds his arm out to hand me the business card. Our fingers slightly touch, sending a cold shiver down my spine. With my clumsy self, I avvidently stop the cars and apologize quickly, bending obwe to pick it up. I notice qs I do that, my cleavage shows q little more than usual and my chest goes hot, feeling his gaze on my chest. I peek up at him and he frowns and from what it looks like, almost makes a disgusted look. My heart drops and suddenly I feel insecure. Hmm, he must not like girls who show off their body and now the guy is disgusted with me. I don't know what came over me but all of a sudden I feel like crying. What the hell is wrong with you Juni?
I hold back my tears and say goodbye and retreat for the door. I think Trinity noticed the fiery look that my therapist gives me and pats my back when I walk by her. "Hey it's okay, maybe dress more professional.", she says with a grin. What a fucking bitch. I glare down at the floor and continue to make my way out of the office. I decide to head to the bathroom that's down the hall. I look in the mirror and stare at myself. I don't know what I think I'm doing or who I think I am but I seriously need to stop. I almost feel guilty about this whole thing, seeing my own therapist who's clearly over age for me attractive I mean isn't that normal for some girls? Is it that bad of a sin? to be honest I'm just going to look at it as an innocent crush and it will go nowhere because he's clearly not attracted to me and I obviously just think he's cute, nothing more nothing less. But then all of a sudden my panties are soaking wet just from thinking about him. I decide to go into one of the bathroom stalls to look at the mess I've made. What the fuck. He hasn't even touched me or said anything sexual to me and look at me now. I need to get my shit together.
I zip up my shorts and walk over to one of the sinks and wash my face and hands. I walk over to the reception desk to let the lady know about my next appointment. As she's typing in something on the computer I look around the area and noticing some cool abstract pictures on the walls on the other side of the building. the paintings here pretty unique, I may have to get some for my room one day. about a minute later I see Trinity walking out with Dr. Brooks from the hallway. Trinity takes a glance at me and smiles, then turns back around, continuing her conversation with my therapist. I roll my eyes at her, annoyed. I think I now made a new enemy because I can tell she is seriously going to be getting on my nerves for the rest of the year. I look back at the lady at the reception desk. She tells me to give her one more second while she types in some information on her computer. I saw and decide to look back at the paintings on the other side of the room. Then I look back towards Trinity and Dr. Brooks. He's faced towards me talking to Trinity about whatever it is they're talking about. Then he looks up at me. I turn away quick, my heart racing then I decide to look back. He's still staring at me, he doesn't smile but it's not a dirty or mean look. It's more of a curious kind of look almost as if he's fascinated, intrigued. After looking at me for what seems like forever, he looks back at Trinity and continues talking with her, then tells her goodbye and heads back down the hallway to his office. The receptionist is done scheduling my appointment on her computer and I walk out the building confused but genuinely eager to know more about him.