I was angry with Dr. Browne. Stupid woman. She still thinks I'm going to relapse into my old 'comfort habit'. She also thought I found Kyle attractive. I mean, yeah, he was cute, but I wouldn't enter another relationship. Ever.
I only went to see a shrink because it made Carter and my parents feel better. I was fine with the way I was and didn't really want to change anything.
I slammed the car door as I got in. I sat there for a minute, trying to calm down. The only time I felt I was going to relapse was when I'd just been to the see the shrink. I turned the key in the ignition and started to drive home. I pulled up outside, slamming the door loudly.
"How did it go?" I heard Kyle ask as I passed the living room.
"Fine," I snapped.
He seemed taken aback and as I stomped into the kitchen, I saw another guy sat on the sofa. A boyfriend, maybe? I shook my head; it wasn't my place to assume. The guy raised an eyebrow at me as I filled a glass with bourbon.
"Who's this?" I asked Kyle.
He blushed slightly. "This is Liam. Liam, this is Jaimie."
"Hello Jaimie. I've heard about you," Liam said.
"That's nice," I murmured, downing the bourbon and refilling the glass.
My phone started to ring. I answered it.
"What?" I said sharply.
"I take it you just got back from seeing Dr. Browne." It was Carter. I relaxed a little.
"Hm," I replied.
"Oh no, you're drinking," he whispered.
"Sorry. What did Dr. Browne say?"
"She still thinks I'm going to fucking relapse again."
"Jaimie, calm down. If you keep drinking, I swear to God that I will drive over there and kick your arse."
"I don't think Dr. Browne would be particularly happy if you did that."
"Are you still angry that she thinks you're going to relapse?" I grunted in response to his question. "Jaimie, I know what you're like. She might be right, you know."
I simply hung up on him and dropped my phone on the floor, causing it to turn off. Kyle was staring at me, so was his friend Liam. I filled the glass with more alcohol and sat down on the sofa in the living room. Liam was watching me intently. Kyle blushed as he realised the same thing.
I started a conversation, trying to avoid thinking about everything. It didn't take long for me to realise that Liam was a bit of a prick to Kyle. Kyle kept glancing at him hopefully, and looking away disappointed. I wasn't a hundred per cent sure what it was he was disappointed about, but I could guess.
Eventually, Liam was leaving, making some excuse about needing to be somewhere. Kyle saw him out.
Kyle re-entered the room, looking slightly forlorn.
"Ex?" I asked as he sat down.
He blushed slightly and nodded.
"What an arsehole," I murmured, causing Kyle to burst out laughing. He suddenly stopped and flushed a deeper pink.
"Just a bit."
"You still like him though?" His ever deepening blush answered my question. "You deserve someone better than that, Kyle."
He looked up at me with that look in his eye. That look scared me so much.
I shrugged. Definitely not me.