" I am pretty sure it's BTS, I mean come on they have created history, broken records and is the biggest boy band in the whole world" my best friend Lily stated for what seemed like the hundredth time. " But that doesn't make them better than One direction" argued Andrew my other best friend. They have been going on and on about which is the best boy band throughout the whole lunch break. Till this point they have thrown food at each other with Andrew not having the best aim and almost throwing an apple at my head and Lily cursing at Andrew with words along the lines of "fuckury duckling", " assfeet dickstar" .... and many more which I doubt is not coherent to even her. " Can you guys please let us eat our lunch in peace? " shrieked Anna taking a bite of her burger. " She started it." said Andrew pulling a face towards Lily. " I did not " argued Lily. " Okay so how about you guys call a truce for now and continue this discussion or should I say debate after lunch? " I said knowing that they would stop after I intervened and true to my words they did stop their bickering expect for casting a sour look or two in each others' direction once in a while. Lily is a die hard Army and Andrew is a Directioner for life and they always end up arguing over which one is better. As for me I listen to a variety of songs and artists, even the once that aren't known to many. " So Stacy, you free this afternoon? How about we work on the assignment today ? " asked Sebastian pulling me out of my thoughts. " I can't today, I have to go somewhere ". I told hoping that they don't ask where somewhere is. " Oh that's cool, some other day then " said Seb with a smile. I looked towards Lily who was looking towards me with pity written all over her face. I had an appointment with my psychiatrist Ms. Jones this afternoon and today is going to be my fourth day of therapy. All these because I have developed what appears to be an existential crisis and asked my mom some questions about life and it's meaning but my mother like every other mother in this planet got concerned and was convinced that I have developed an OCD of thoughts. So she appointed a psychiatrist to help me overcome these thoughts and although I am not sure but I think that she is sacred of me developing suicidal thoughts which is completely absurd but I get where she is coming from. So I agreed to the therapy sessions which are once in every two weeks. Okay enough of my talks, let's get back to the present scenario. " You cannot be serious. How can you do something so stupid? " Haze who has been quite this whole time blurted out with anger in the direction of what seems to be Anna? Don't ask why his name is Haze, his name was Owen but in 7th grade he was dead set upon changing his name to something cooler and he did but I doubt he researched the meaning of the word. But again back to the present, what happened? What are they talking about? Why did I have to zone out again!! " Okay what did I miss? " I asked with curiosity . " Apparently Miss Anna is dating the jockest of all jokes and I you don't even have to be guess it's Miles Hunter, Can you believe it? " Haze said with anger written all over his face. " Just because he is in the football team, doesn't necessarily make him a joke " argued Anna. " No it doesn't, but the fact that he has slept with half the school makes him one, wait that makes him a man whore, my bad. Miles Hunter is a man whore. " said Haze with an unpleasant expression of wrath on his face. " Fuck you Haze, you can never stop judging, can you? Just because someone has slept with a lot of people doesn't make them a man whore or a slut, you always take a stand for a girl who is slut shamed for sleeping with someone so why be biased when it comes to guys?" asked Anna looking disappointed. Haze got quite and stared at his tray, the rest of us doing our best to avoid eye contact with the two and looking to and fro at one another. " I am just saying because he doesn't have the best reputation and I don't want you to get hurt, it just came out wrong. I didn't mean to demean someone on the basis of their sexual experiences." said Haze with a quiet tone perhaps regretting raising his voice at Anna. " Thanks but I can take care of myself" stated Anna. This is getting awkward, I want to get out of here and I know everyone feels the same. The thing is that when Anna and Haze fight we like to stay clear of their paths , it's not like the previous fight between Lily and Andrew. Anna and Haze's fights can get really intense where they don't end up talking to each other for days, even weeks in some cases. I don't really know what their deal is and do not dare to ask. The bell rang signaling the end of the lunch break and I could see everyone hurrying out of their tables, glad that they don't have to endure the awkwardness floating around the air, me following their lead and getting out of sight of both of my friends who are shooting draggers at each other.
The rest of the day passed by quick enough. We were given tons of homework in Math but now I had other things to worry about. I have to go to therapy straight from school. Last week Ms. Jones asked me to write about the things that seemed meaningless to me but I couldn't bring myself to write anything. I cannot express my thoughts in words. I headed to the parking lot after the end of the class trying to come up with an excuse. " Hey Stacy" Andrew greeted me with a high five as I joined our friends. " Do you want a ride? " Anna asked me. " No, my Mom's gonna pick me up. We are supposed to go somewhere. " I said adding the last part in case it seemed suspicious since she rarely picks me up after school. After 5 minutes or so my mom showed up and I said my goodbyes to everyone and got in the car.
" How was school? " asked my mother keeping her eyes fixated on the road. " It was the same like every other day. Just high school. " I said and she gave a nod. My mom and I share a good relationship,yes we have our disagreements but so does everyone.She has been stressed lately because of me and I feel really guilty about it. " Honey, I hope you will try to cooperate with Ms. Jones and feel free to talk about yourself " said Mom looking at me with a hopeful expression on her face. " Yes mom, I will try my best. But just so you know I am fine and don't see the need of this sessions ". I told my mom knowing that this will not make her change her decision but still trying. "I want you to be happy and see life as a wonder" she said trying to reason with me. The rest of the car ride was silent expect for Panama by Quinn XCII playing on the radio.
" Mom not again" I said staring in horror at the back of the car parked in front of ours'. My mom got her license a few years back, she is a decent driver on the road but she sucks at parking and the evidence of that is right in front of our eyes. " Oh no, I thought there would be enough space between the two cars" said mom clearly anxious of what's going to happen when the owner finds out. The rear end of the SUV looks completely wrecked. Just as we were busy examining the damage , I saw two people approaching us. The older man seems to be in his mid fifties and the boy whom I assume is his son because of striking similarities seems to be of my age. He had unfathomable golden brown eyes, black hair and well sculpted face that had a far away look in it, his skin was pale almost white. He moved his gaze to look at me, catching me studying his face. I quickly looked away embarrassed at being caught staring too long. " I am really sorry, I will cover the expenses " said my mother with an apologetic face. " No it's fine, it's isn't that damaged. I would have taken it for servicing anyway" said the man with a gentle smile on his face. " Please let me pay for the expenses. This was completely my fault" my mom insisted. " If you insist, here's my contact details" said the man handing mom his business card. "Are you from around here? Actually we have just moved in and are not much familiar with the place" said the man. " Oh yes, we have lived here for years now. Our house is just 15 minutes drive from here" my mother said. "Oh so is ours', I am James Cahill and this is my son Noah Cahill" James said giving Noah a pat on his back. " It's nice to meet you. I am Hannah Bakers and this is my daughter Stacy Bakers" my mother said introducing us. I learned from their conversation that Noah is a senior in high school just like me and is going to attend my school. After some time they took off and my mom went to do some grocery shopping while I went into the clinic replaying the whole incident in my head, wondering if it was Noah or his had who had an appointment with the psychiatrist.