Nathanael sighed, running his good hand through his hair. Should he try and talk to Olivia again? Or would she just run away? He mentally cursed at himself; he shouldn't have let himself get that angry. Even if Reid was mad at him for no good reason.
Brooke came a little closer to Reid, still keeping a wary eye on him, and stood up against the wall beside him. "I didn't ask if you were angry..." she murmured in a soft voice. "But... It's okay if you are. You know that, right?"
Reid shrugged, and rubbed his arm pushing his sleeve up again, not realising his tattoo showed, he yawned,
"It's stupid anyway, this is stupid, life's stupid, why should I care." he sais it not like a question but likea statement. He shrugged again and looked back down at his nails again.
Brooke frowned and took his arm, not caring if he didn't want her to or not. He had a tattoo? How did she not notice this before? She traced it lightly with her finger, sighing. "I'm sure the reason for you being upset isn't stupid," she said finally. "You don't seem like the type that would get angry just because. You're not an idiot or anything."
Reid jerke dhis arm away and quickly covered the tattoo with his sleeve,
"I ain't upset." he insisted, he carefully brushed Brooke's hand from his arm.
"And everything stupid, no matter what you do or say, you'll die in the end so does it really matter?" he asked, pretty much retoricly.
"But you are upset," Brooke argued, not about to let Reid get all unemotional again. "Everyone gets upset, Reid. Why do you keep acting like emotion is stupid?" She chewed on her lip for a minute. "Of course we'll die in the end. But shouldn't we have some fun, experience things, while we're still living?"
"Girls can get upset, boys have to be strong." he said reciting something his mother told him right after Louis had died. He shrugged,
And what the use of being happy when in the end it don't change what's gonna happen!" he siad his voice rising slightly from it's normal placid coolness.
"Oh, that's not sexist at all," Brooke muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. This guy... She crossed her arms over her chest. "What's the use? Well, wouldn't it be better to die happy than to die miserable? You'd rather die sad, upset, alone?"
A hard to see smirk twitched Reid's mouth up at Brooke's comment about his statement being sexist.
"I'll die alone to matter what." he said he moved his hands so theyw ere shoved into his pockets and waited for Brooke to respond he shrugged, "I didn't come here cuase I wanted to, I don't need to be here." he added he looked around a couselor was coming out of the building, oh no, single therapy sessions, Reid hated one on one thereapy sessions. Ofc ourse it could therapy buddy assigning time, where they ha dyou pair with another student and you were supposed to 'jelp either other through tough times and get ove rthei addictions.' ANotehr thing Reid disliked.
"Reid..." Brooke sighed softly, rubbing her wrist as she tried to figure out how to respond. "Even if you... do die alone... you can at least die happy, right?" Why did he act like his misery was so inevitable? Did he really believe that? She looked up as a counselor stepped out, signalling that one-on-one sessions were about to begin, and she cringed. Who would she end up paired with?
"It don't matter if I die happy or sad." he siad and shut his mouth as teh couselor walked over to them. The counselor looked at Brooke and Reid and then down at his sheet of names, lik ehe couldn't even bother to remember their names. Reid stared pladicly at him.
Olivia remianed behind the bushes when the counselor came out, hidng, hoping she wouldn't be forced to go in for her one-on-one session. SHe really didn't like one-on-one. She felt like the couselor was trying to force information out of her, the emvirment wasn't calming for her and scared her.
Nathanael watched the counselor check his list, and shuddered. One-on-one's were never fun, no matter how talkative you were. And he talked almost all the time. Everyone seemed to be staring at the counselor in silence, waiting and hoping their name wouldn't be called.
Brooke held her breath; this was awful. Stupid counselors. Stupid therapy. She was pretty sure the sessions weren't even helping her anyway. Maybe she could quit soon. She nervously glanced over at Reid and wished she could feel as calm as he looked.
"Nathaneal Arkan you will be with Mr. Wesler for your one-on-one session and Reid Jamison you will be with Mr. Graeden for yours, you two have you one-on-ones now, head in to the couselor rooms, please." the couselor siad. Reid sighed,
"This is just stupid." he siad what he were all the oatients feelings about this as hea headed into the buildinga dn for the one-on one rooms-.
The counselor outside had a few more people and left. Olivia had come out from behind the bushes and watched the couselor do whatever she was doing. She leaned against the wall and watched as the various patients who were called went inside.
Nathanael groaned. Why did he have to get picked..? Keeping his eyes low, he began to trudge over to the door, still trying to rub the pain out of his hand. So far, it wasn't working. But he kept trying anyway.
Brooke watched Reid leave, chewing her lip. What was she supposed to do now? Who could she talk to? Who should she talk to? Sighing, she slid down to sit against the wall, observing people. That was when she noticed the girl with beads in her hair; why hadn't she noticed this girl before? Had she been hiding?
Olivia looked at her shoes, the patients who'd been chosen to go first. She allowed her hand to go up to her necklace, she didn't know anyone here and that made her even more anxious and panicky. Her hands were twitching and freezing up, she felt a panic attack coming. She swallowed tightly and kept her gaze on her shoes.
Was the girl okay? She looked so nervous... Brooke frowned as she watched her. With a deep breath, she finally walked toward her, giving her a small smile. "Hello?" she said softly. "What's your name..?" This poor girl looked so panicky...
Olivis looked up at the girl who'd come towards her and then back at her shoes. THis girl was new, hadn't been at the group couseling, maybe she just came in today. Olivia wondered what ehr story was, why she was here. She looked her up and down and noticed teh scars on her wrists, much liek some of the scars on OLivia's wrist, Olivia had given them to herself either when she was relly drunk or when drink wasn't helping her,
"I'm Olivia." she said.
For some reason, Brooke just wanted to squeeze this girl in a sisterly hug. She was so cute! But she refrained, of course, and smiled widely when she said her name. "Olivia," she repeated, nodding slightly. "A pretty name, isn't it? My mother's name was Olivia." She glanced around, and saw a bench not too far away, out in the sun. "Wanna come sit with me?"
Olivia went and sat down, only becuase she afraid the girl would get angry if she didn't, she tugged at her braids and looked at the girl, who hadn't introduced herself.
"Who are ya?' she asked slowyly, her eues never wandered above the girl's neck, never reste don the girl's face. Olivia thought about her mother, her mother's name had been Miriah.
Brooke sat beside Olivia, a small smile still present on her face as she looked up at the blue sky; only a few clouds today. "Huh?" She was jerked back into reality by Olivia's question. "Oh, I'm Brooke," she murmured, shrugging as if it didn't matter. "Sorry if it seemed like I pushed you to sit with me. I just... don't do well alone."
"Alone ain't no fun." Olivia mumbled to Brooke. Olivia kne wthat, she'd been lonely for pretty much her whole life. She wodnered how to be conversational,w anting to ask about the girl's story, but not wanting to be rude or nsey or to make the girl get made. She tugged at her braid, trying to think of how Nathaneal had gotten her to talk to him.