Your Pain Is My Comfort

Leather

I walked into school with my bag basically pulling me down to the ground. I don't even know what's in this f*****g thing. All I know is that I want to throw all these damn books at my professors. "Olivia!" I turned around, tiredly, to see Paige rushing towards me.

I didn't get much sleep last night because the thought of Dr. Morgan stayed in my head. There's something about that woman that just allures me to her. And seeing as I've only seen her once and I can't keep my mind off her, it's pissing me off.

"Wassup?" I said as I yawned. Paige squinted her eyes at me as if yawning and being tired isn't normal. "Before you say anything, I went to your therapist," I watched as a smile started to creep onto her face. I held up my hand. "Don't get excited, I'm not going back,"

"Why?!" I slightly chuckled and started walking away. She followed behind like a lost puppy, pouting.

"Because it wasn't any more helpful than me just talking to myself. And at least that's free," I had given the receptionist my card number and crap after I left. I know I could have just walked out without paying because I know I'll never see them again, but I'm just not that type of person. But surprisingly, my card hasn't been charged yet. I'm going to give them to the end of the day to charge my card, otherwise, I'm just going to pay my rent with it.

Ugh. Adulthood.

"But did you like it? Did she know what she was talking about? Did she act weird?" I stopped walking and turned to look at her.

"What do you mean, 'weird'?" she nervously smiled and walked past me into our class. The bell rang above our heads as we found our seats. "Don't act like you can just ignore me," I said. Mrs. Moore walked in looking hot as always causing me to forget about Paige for a second.

"Pick up your mouth before you start drooling," Paige whispered. I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed her hand. "Why would the therapist act weird?" Paige sighed and looked at the front of the class to make sure Mrs. Moore wasn't listening.

"The people I know that have gone to her say she's weird," I leaned back surprised, very tempted to scream.

"Why the hell would you send me to someone who's f*****g crazy?!" I whisper yelled.

"So she does act weird? My bad," she slightly laughed and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her.

"Alright, class. Take out your notes from yesterday. Pop quiz," literally everyone in class groaned making Mrs. Moore chuckle. I'm not saying that I haven't been paying attention, but let's just say, I'm not going to pass this damn quiz.

She handed out the papers and the people in the front handed them back. I looked at the questions and it hit me. The only thing I knew was my name and the date. Hell, I didn't even know the date. I looked over at Paige to see her already on question three.

After about five minutes I just started circling random things. At some point, I circled C four times in a row and knew one of them was wrong.

We handed back our papers and at this point, I was just ready to leave. "But in all seriousness, how did it go?" I sighed as I leaned back. I crossed my arms and stared at Mrs. Moore as she collected the papers.

"It wasn't that bad. But like I said, not going back," Paige wrapped her arm around me and leaned her head on my shoulder.

"You are so damaged," I chuckled and nodded my head.

The day went on playfully slow with a certain long-legged lady on my mind. Paige was walking me home and must have noticed I was zoned out. "You good?" I nodded my head and tripped over air making her laugh.

"Ok, this Dr. Morgan, what can you tell me about her?" Paige shrugged her shoulders making me want to choke the s**t out of her. "Fine, can you at least tell me her first name?" Once I saw her struggling with that I stopped walking and threw my arms. "What the f**k! You sent me to some woman whose name you don't even know?" Paige slowly started to smile.

"My bad," I put my hand to my forehead annoyed. Her laughing wasn't helping at all. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I'm not going back anyway so there's no point in questioning Paige or in my case, yelling at her.

We started back walking with some small talk here and there, and honestly, I wished it stayed that way. "So, we going out tonight right?"

"You know, in every kidnapped, murder-themed type movie, it always starts with the best friend saying "let's go out"," she playfully punched me in the shoulder making me smile. I haven't gone out in ages. If I really think about it, I don't think I've actually ever "gone out" before. I'm more of a book worm and that's how I like it. I love the way you get lost in the world you're making in your head with the words your reading.

It's even better when your writing. Because in that way, you're creating that world, you're making those characters come to life. And your making other people fall in love with those characters that you personally made.

I must have been zoned out for a minute because Paige was snapping her fingers in front of my face and we were standing in front of my building. "There's no point in arguing with me because I will drag you if I have to," I groaned while rolling my eyes and walked away. "Be ready by 10, and wear something leather!" I flicked her off and walked into the building.

Who the f**k wears leather? Other than a leather jacket. I don't see how people do it. Leather pants seem cute on certain people but I'm not one of those people. How do you even put them on?!

I started mentally punching Paige because she had me thinking about leather now.

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About time 10 rolled around I was very tempted to fall onto my bed and go to sleep. I wouldn't have agreed to go seeing as it's the middle of the damn week, but I don't have class till eleven so I should be good. I don't plan on staying out long. Just long enough to get Paige off my back.

I did the unthinkable and actually wore leather. Just the jacket though.

A knock rang through my apartment and I went to open the door. Paige stood in front of me with a wide smile and a bottle in her hand. I rolled my eyes and let her in. "Put this on and let's go," she threw some pants at me and I looked at them to see they were leather.

"Imma needs a minute," I said looking over them. They were pretty cute I'll give her that.

Ten minutes later I finally had them on. I tucked in a black shirt and put on my 'too nice to wear out' heels. I looked myself over and decided I will stay out longer. This outfit is too nice not to be shown. I walked out of my room and Immediately Paige started cat-calling me. Redheads are so innocent to the eye but so dirty once you get to know them. "Let's go you w***e," I said as I grabbed my purse.

"I would rather be a w***e than a 21-year-old virgin," my mouth gaped open wide as she walked past me with a smirk. We left the apartment and made our way downstairs. "Why do we never take the elevator?"

"Because I would rather not die by an elevator then an hour later the police find me wearing this and assume I was a hooker," Paige snorted.

"I'm pretty sure once they do the autopsy they will look up your v****a and see how tight you are and rule out you weren't a hooker. And you died a virgin,"

"oh my f*****g god!" I yelled making her laugh.

We got into her car and made our way to this club that was somewhat out of town. As soon as I stepped out of the car, the smell of alcohol and s*x filled my nose. This seemed to arouse Paige as she smiled and closed the car door. "Let's go get you laid mamas," I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply.

We walked into the club and music immediately took over my ears. I looked around at the people to see them all dancing or drinking, or sticking each other's tounges down one another's throats. As I looked around more I felt a certain pair of eyes on me.