The Eighth Breakup ✓

Chapter 24 Chicken And Cow Poop

Chapter 24: Chicken And Cow Poop

Thoughts about Nolan and I being a couple dominated my mind.

Although I had dropped Paris's scheme after the accident, I still felt like I was cheating Nolan in a way by agreeing to becoming his girlfriend. We needed more time. Our relationship needed development. I wasn't ready.

And I don't think he is either.

The first thing I did the following school day was meeting the new school psychologist, Ms. Blum. Ms. Bozzo obviously got fired after the Vince incident. I quietly entered the room after knocking. A chubby woman with shoulder length blonde hair sat behind the desk, working on her computer.

"Good morning," she said, seeing me.

"Good morning," I replied. "Sorry I didn't take an appointment, but I really need to talk to you regarding a friend's situation." She gestured me to sit down which I quickly obliged.

"What's going on?" she asked, giving me her full attention.

"Can we keep this strictly between the both of us?"

"Of course."

I still didn't trust her. "My friend went through a lot of breakups last year, which ended up with him having heart problems. The breakups also changed his . . . I dunno the exact term, but his thoughts aren't completely calm and normal when it comes to those who broke his heart. He wants revenge. He wants to hurt the girls who hurt him. It satisfies him, I think. But then he shows remorse and guilt too." Like he did with Janine.

"Has he shown withdrawal from activities he normally enjoyed?"

He was into baseball, right?

Not anymore.

"Kind of," I shrugged.

She sighed and tapped her fingers against her desk. "I can't say anything until I actually meet the patient. He could be facing side effects of his heart problems. He could be suffering from a mental disorder. I strongly recommend that you bring him to me or at least give me his name."

It was a difficult choice for me to make.

Nolan didn't want therapy and I knew that.

But he needed it.

As a friend, as a girlfriend, as a well-wisher--helping him was my duty.

"Um . . . I--er--"

Seeing my hesitation, the psychologist gave me a paper and pen and looked away. "No one told me anything. I randomly found a piece of paper with the boy's name." She was smiling.

I took her hint and grabbed the paper.

Nolan Milesblue.

I hoped Nolan would understand my intentions.

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As I slammed my locker shut, two arms wrapped around my waist.

I was ready to scream until I saw Nolan's chin rest on my shoulder.

"You almost gave me a heart attack," I said, twisting around in his grasp. He rolled his eyes and leaned on his arm propped on the locker next to mine. His other arm still rested around my waist. Students were clearing out of the hallway, giving us some stares.

Roles switched.

"Not my fault you don't pay attention," Nolan said.

"Trust me, I pay more attention than you give me credit for."