there's a flashback in the scene
Chet's POV
I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her-
Why am I thinking about her now?
It's Penelope's fault. It's all her fault.
I hate her.
I wanted to sleep. I desperately wanted to sleep but ever since Penelope contacted me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'm tired.
"How're you doing?" Penelope asked with a kind smile.
"Fine." I answered quietly.
"This is our third session together, are you starting to get used to it now?" Nodding silently, I focused on the rips in my jeans. "How's school going for you? You just started your first year of college, that must be exciting."
"It's okay. There's other hybrids in my art class."
"Yeah?" She smiled. "That's great, hopefully you can make friends with them. It's always nice to have someone you
