Warm Hands (Xavier Thorpe x Reader x Ajax Petropolus)

18# Who needs therapy?

The feeling of being followed doesn't sit well with me, especially with the voice in my head telling me where the stares are coming from, only to find that there is nothing there. That pretty much sums up my walk to the front gates this morning.

As I take yet another glance behind me, I duck into Mrs. Weems's black car.

"So Y/n, I forgot to ask you, how has everything been at Nevermore so far?" Once I look over at her, I smile and look out the window, wanting this to be over already.

"Everything's good, the classes are interesting, and the teachers are nice." Mrs. Weems continues the small talk with Jerico and only finishes once we pull up outside the therapist's office building. 

We part ways, and I walk into the modernized building, navigating my way up the stairs and outside her office, waiting for her okay to come in.

'We don't need stupid therapy, we are fine as we are.'

Only humming in agreement, I start to pick at my nails -if I were to start talking to myself and she comes out, she would definitely put me back in the psych ward-.

"Miss Y/l/n, you may come in." A student walks out of her office right as the voice calls me in.

"Here, have a seat." Leaning forward and straightening up, the therapist introduces herself as Dr. Valarie Kinbott.

"So, Y/n. I heard that you came here fresh out of juvenile prison. Let's talk about that."

The hour and a half spent with Dr. Kinbott was... eventful; It felt weird opening up to a stranger, but I figured that I might as well go with the program. 

When I left the institute, I was sent to Nevermore, The institute requested that I take weekly therapy sessions throughout the year. They said it was to 'monitor how the change is affecting me' and determine whether I'm handling it or whether I should be sent back.

Finally, I made my way back into Nevermore, the feeling of being watched as I first hopped in Mrs. Weems's Car vanished, but knowing that I was being watched unnerved me a bit.

'What was watching us?'

"I don't know..." I make my way back up to my room and turn the key to unlock my dorm. With a loud huff and a bit of a run-up, I jump and land on my bed with force, jiggling the structure and burying my face in the covers.

Now that my only plans for the day have passed, only boredom fills me. I don't have the motivation to read, practice guitar, or even leave my bed, so I just remain head down in the covers. 

I only get a few minutes of needed silence before it's interrupted by a knock at my door.

-Nock Nock-

"Come in..." The tall frame of Xavier pushes my door open and shuts it behind himself, laughing a bit once he sees my position.

"You alright?" He takes a seat beside me, dipping the bed ever so slightly, causing me to slide in his direction.

"I'm bored," Humming and leaning back on his hands, Xavier reaches into his pocket and pulls something out.

"Care to pass the time?" Once I look up at what he's holding, a smile falls onto my face. The bag of weed swings in the air as Xavier shakes it in my face.

"Fuck yes,"

My head slightly pounding and the room spinning makes me laugh and touch my forehead. I stand in the middle of my room, arms spread out and head tilted to the ceiling.