18 Weeks of Twoey - 23. Week Four Tuesday September 23, 2014: Doctor Know

Twoey was quiet during our run. Even Gary couldn't rile him up. I decided to dress up a little less for school today.

A simple white V-neck T with grey skinny-jeans and blue/white Nike's was all. I had to wear my navy hoodie because it's a little heavier. It's almost October!! Danny was like rubbing my back during the whole walk to school to warm me up.

In math, Kathy said she was picking up the dress she had bought, after school. I guess they're driving up to Syracuse. She’ll send me the picture and I can shop maybe this weekend sometime. Homecoming Dance is October 4. I can tough it out, I guess. It’s less than two weeks. then it’s over! We’re done. Hello Lanni! And there's no XCountry race that weekend because of the big football homecoming game Friday night.

At Lunch Twoey sat next to Sam, making Matty sit between Twoey and me. I wonder why he did it? I looked across at Gary and his look told me he had no clue either. Anyway, it put Erik on the other side of me and he didn't look too thrilled, but he was across from Danny and they seemed to be having their own conversation. Twoey was having a conversation with Sam and Matty decided to be touchy-feely with me. Whatever. I'm not joining the wrestling team, even if he blows me. OMG where the hell did that come from? I have to wash out my mind with ...Lanni thoughts.

Soooo... I've been holding back the big news.

After school I wandered back to the guidance office to meet this Snowbridge dude. The secretary said to sit and wait a few minutes. I saw a Dr. Snowbridge sign on the door, but it's like a computer printed sign instead of those etched plastic thingies all the guidance counselors have.

When she said to go in, I opened the door and this lady is standing there and she looks very familiar. Suddenly I realized it's Twoey's mother! I only met her twice, I think. I figured she must be the guy's private secretary or something. I looked around but she was the only one in the room.

She was startled.

I was confused.

“Mrs. Messer??? Where's Dr. Snowbridge?”

And she completely floors me with, “Hi David, I'm Dr. Snowbridge. I use my maiden name for my professional work and books. But I didn't realize the David Megal in the appointment book was you!”

I go, “Umm... this is weird. I feel uncomfortable.”

And she says, “I know! If I knew it was you, I'd have done something about it. It’s not customary to see someone I know, even though we don't really know each other. But you're a friend of my son. If you tell me why you're here, I can better recommend someone else. But you don't have to tell me. Of course, you realize I would never tell anyone, especially Michael.”

I thought it over but not for too long, and said, “Well it's no big secret. I was in a fight last week and in the fight and few other situations I've sort of lost my cool and did stuff without realizing what I did! I mean, I did realize what I did when I told my pastor he didn't know crap... er, sorry. Anyway, I know you don't know me, but I’m usually calm and think through every situation. Lately I feel a little out of whack. I’m reacting without thinking. Like I broke my phone Sunday night when I threw it at the wall because I was frustrated. I was wondering if it was normal teenage hormones working on me or if maybe there was something else going on. I don't fight and I don't sass my elders. This really isn't me. I end up spending half my time apologizing for my actions!”

“Well, okay, I see what you're worried about. And no, I think it's more than teenage hormones. Let me recommend Dr. Keating. He’s very good with adolescent problems and his office is right downtown. Here’s his card. Have your parents call him and make an appointment. I think you should see him. He’ll help find out what's really bothering you and causing this aggressive behavior. And David, I want you to know I think it's very mature of you to have realized you should seek help.”

I took the card but knew it was a dead-end. No way was I gonna convince Tommy's mother to let me see a shrink ...no fucking way. You see, some of the Soldiers of Satan Pastor Johnson usually rants about are sicky-ologists.

Anyway, since I was there and she had the time scheduled for me, she asked if I wanted to talk to her in general. I sat down and we talked about Twoey (Michael) and she even told me how he got the nickname. I guess his best friend in Syracuse since he was little also was a Michael and since they were always together they got called Mike1 and Mike2, which got shortened to Twoey which is kinda funny. Remembering what Sam told me, I asked if they were like so inseparable, how come Twoey never mentions him to us guys? Doesn't he still stay in contact? And she said the boys kinda had a falling-out right before they moved here and there hasn't been any contact since!

Of course, the serious shit Sam was talking about! What a bummer. It would be like Gary and me suddenly not talking to each other! Hehe ...of course we don't have to talk with each other to know what the other one is thinking, but you know what I mean. Sam was right. It sorta upset me. I can't even imagine it ever happening. What could Gary possibly do to make me drop him as a friend?

Anyway I talked about Kathy and the Homecoming Dance and how we were trying to find out who the girl was Twoey was secretly seeing. She looked amused but didn't give me any hints! I like her for keeping Twoey's secrets! Can you imagine Tommy's gossiping cow of a mother ever keeping even ONE secret about me??? HA!!!

Later, I wasted a whole two hours getting a new phone at the Verizon store. I have a wonderful and understanding Grampa and those fucking Fates must have decided to back off a bit, because the girl at Verizon was able to copy all my shit from the old phone for me! I almost opted for Kory’s tonight, but then remembered what I had to do, even though it was pointless.

Later at home, as dinner was winding down, I subtly mentioned to my father the school psychologist wanted me to see this Dr. Keating in town. It got very quiet. I glanced over to Liz then Tommy and even they didn't roll their eyes like usual, but stared blankly ahead. My father got out only three words, “Well, if he...” and was immediately cut off by Tommy's mother going into the expected frenzy! I simply smiled and tuned her out. I'm getting better at it. I mean I SO knew this was gonna happen ...right??

Well there goes my little secret! I'm sure by 8:30 tonight, everybody she knows is gonna think I'm crazy because I need to see a shrink!!

I went to my room and read more Catch-22 and later (sigh) Kathy talked at me for a couple of hours.

Twoey

I didn't say much during the run this morning, even though Gary was trying his best to needle me about my secret girlfriend ...Jeez!

But while he was doing his thing, I was thinking. I decided since Sam knows everything that's going on around the school, he’ll know what girl might be not going with anybody and might need a date to the dance.

At lunch I sat next to Sam and quizzed him a bit. I told him I wanted to ask someone to the dance, but since I didn't know anyone’s background, I didn't want to embarrass myself by asking a girl who was going with some football player or something. He chuckled ...but in a few minutes he slipped me a list of ten girls. TEN!! He whispered to me these girls were all single and were worthy of me. Worthy of me??? He whispered I'm like the hot topic among the girls and they all think I’m prime beef. Sam’s too funny! What a way with words. But seriously?

As I rechecked the list I noticed he had a star by one of the names. I asked, “What gives with this one with the star?”

He winked and wouldn’t say another word, except, “I only make the lists.”

Anyway, I looked over the list and found a couple girls who are in some of my classes including the star girl, whose in English with me. Tomorrow, this prime beef is gonna ask one of those lucky ladies to the dance! Maybe it’ll keep Gary off my case!

In the meantime, Matty sat with me to watch the XCountry practice. No David!! I was wondering what happened to him. During the away part of the practice, Matty and I also practiced ...our jack-off techniques in the cubby hole. It was too cold for taking clothes off. On the walk home Gary said David had a doctor's appointment and it’s why he wasn’t at practice.

Mom was interrogating me at dinner. She asked about Blondie and said she heard he was in a fight. She looked right at me and said, “Wasn’t it was the same day you got a split lip! Did Blondie hit you?” I had never told her anything about a fight, only about a disagreement with the drinking fountain. Well now I knew my little secret was dead. Might as well tell her everything.

I told her about the lunch tray collision and how I stood up and tried to get between the guys, since one was my friend. I told her the football player pushed me but accidentally hit me with his ring and split my lip (at least the basic story was true, I was praying she wouldn't nail me for the omissions). I told her David jumped up and basically beat the shit out of the football player and we couldn’t get him off until some big fullback whose dating David's sister easily picked him up like he was a feather, but calmed him down. I also told her David was suspended all week. I didn’t omit the fact yesterday he went over to the football lunch table and made sure he apologized to all of them.

I looked down at my plate hoping I went over my little white lie fast enough for her not to catch it. And I was surprised she didn't say anything about it.

“You should have told me about the fight since it involved one of your close friends.” She added, “He beat up a football player?”

I chuckled, “Yeah he was really something ...I never suspected he could be violent ...but the guys did tell me he beat up a kid a few years ago who was bullying Sam. Gary says he only gets like that to protect his friends.”

She looked at me. “Who was he protecting?”

I know I turned deep red because I could feel my temperature going way up. “I think he saw my split lip when I crashed down onto the lunch table and thought the football player hit me.”

All she said was “Oh.”