Chapter 4

My legs were crossed over each other as I sat on the couch, both of my hands hugging the knee on top, and my foot that wasn't on the ground quickly moving up in down due to nerves.

Hearing the same ticking sound the clock made in the silent room made it even worse.

A therapist sat across from me, her blonde hair, a little white with age, pulled back into a tight bun. Her hands relaxed as the pen and clipboard were useless to her, due to me not speaking.

Finally, I caved in due to the awkward silence. I uncrossed my legs prepared for stand up and to just leave the room.

"Look, I'm sorry for not really speaking. My friend booked this for me, and I don't really need to have a session. It's better if I just go." I point towards the door and begin to stand up.

"Sit down, Mr. Urie. You still have another ten minutes left, and as you know, these sessions are expensive. I want you to get as much time with them as you possibly can." She calmly states, like she's done this hundreds of times.

I sigh, and my leg starts shaking again.

"Why do you think your friend signed you up for an appointment?" She finally begins to jot a few things down on her clipboard.

"None of your business." I snap.

She just glances up from writing, and examines me. Eventually she shifted in her seat, setting her things aside.

"You're anxious." Was all she said.

I shake my head and quickly deny it, but she continues.

"Your leg shaking is a dead giveaway. Same with your foot earlier. I'm beginning to think that maybe your friend was right with signing you up."

I look around for a name tag or plaque of any sort. I see a certificate of hers on the wall.

Dr. Cecilia Browning.

That's nice, now I can put a name to a face.

"Listen, Dr Browning, my friend is just overly concerned for me all the time. I'm absolutely fine." I give her a smile, and control my leg to stop it from shaking.

She opens her mouth, but shuts it after contemplating some more.

After a few more moments, she speaks again.

"I'll let you leave earlier. But on your way out, fill another form to set up another appointment when you are ready." She stands up, and I do the same.

I give her a grateful nod before walking out of her office and to the desk.

I speak to the receptionist just enough for her to put a form in another clipboard and hand it to me. I smile in thanks and sit down in the lobby.

My eyes skin over the page, words just entering and leaving my mind without my head processing any of it.

"You're supposed to fill that out, you know." An all too familiar deep voice surprises me, and I practically jump out of my seat, and lose my grasp on my clipboard and pen.

I quickly somehow manage to grasp the clipboard and pull it into my body, thanking the moon goddess that the pen was attached to it via a tiny rope.

My eyes land on Ransom, who carefully watches me with an amused expression on his face. He leans back in the chair nonchalantly.

"Jesus Christ, don't scare me like that." I relax my hold on the clipboard, and put my hand over my chest, to relax myself I guess.

He just tilts his head, his hazel eyes not leaving my body.

Upset, I look down at my clipboard again and start filling out the form. I try my best to not notice and care as he stood up to sit down in the chair right next to me.

Growing increasingly uncomfortable under his gaze after a minute of silence, I slam my pen down and look over to him.

"Why are you staring at me?" I say, my tone clearly hostile.

He isn't phased. Instead he just tilts his head slightly.

"You didn't answer my question from the other day." Ransoms voice doesn't fail to send shivers down my spine once again.

I raise an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"About the ring? Around your neck?" He gestures his hands towards me with the smallest of movements.

I subconsciously place one of my hands on my chest, where the ring rested underneath my shirt. I look away from him.

He wasn't getting an answer to that question.

"Hello? Earth to whatever your name is?" He tries talking to me again.

I sigh, and set the clipboard down, fully turning to him.

"It's none of your business." I blink.

The corners of his mouth tug at a smirk, knowing he just stuck a chord with me. He just continues to stare at me though, not breaking eye contact with me.

"I'm Ransom." He reaches out his hand, most likely for me to shake.

"I know." I just stare at his hand.

He must've sensed that I wasn't going to take it, he retracted his hand.

I turn back to my form and start to fill it out again.

"You know, this is the part where you tell me your name." He tries to press further.

"And this is the part where you mind your own business." I retort.

He puts his hands up like he's just been caught by the police or something.

"Jeez, Sorry. I'm just trying to be polite." He defends himself.

I just hum, and finally finish up my form.

"I'm not stupid you know." Ransom says, quite randomly.

I turn back to him, and raise a brow questioningly.

"What you are. Your tattoo gives it away." The smirk on his face had long been forgotten.

What tattoo?

Was he high or some shit?

I narrow my eyes, and gestures to my shoulder.

My mark.

I roll my eyes. "Do you now?" I say in disbelief.

He nods, and leans closer into me. "My sister is a wolf, I'm not stupid. I know you guys when I see you. Now who's E.W?"

I clench my jaw.

This man had the actual nerve-

"Come on, whats her name? Emily? Ellie? Evelyn?"

I stand up and stomp my way over to the desk, handing the worker my completed form, and cutting Ransom off of his interrogation.

He says nothing, as do I during my action.

When I turn around to leave, I shoot him a very unfriendly glare. "Mind your own business."

Before I can see his reaction and his response, I quickly walk out of the office building, and maintain a quick speed.

I blink back frustrated tears.

Why? Out of all people, am I mates with that idiot?

The world may never know.