The Gynecologist

THE GYNECOLOGIST

WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN

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CHAPTER 1

"Are you insinuating that I am FAT?"

My icy blue eyes narrow at Curtis as he mumbles a ridiculous speculation. A soft chuckle escapes out of his mouth which I really find annoying, sometimes. He brushes his nails against his cheek to top it off-one of his habits that makes me want to shoot a poor little chicken in rage.

Don't get me wrong... I love chickens and other feathery little bits. They're noisy creatures who just want to live in peace. It's just that, this guy over here can get on my nerves sometimes. I am pretty much self-actualized that I am nowhere chubby.

"You've been missing your periods, Sweetheart. What else could it be?" he responds ignorantly. He is perpetually concentrating on his iPhone X's big screen for about ten minutes now as if I do not exist.

I take a peek at it and my eyes widen when I notice that he is actually watching porn.

Hardcore porn. I try my best to avoid allowing my eyes to dart over the screen. Having a glimpse of it makes me want to puke. He doesn't even give me the courtesy of at least tilting his mobile away from my line of vision.

The perks of having a naughty best friend...

"Can you just at least, pause that filthy video for a few seconds and listen to me?"

"Oh, Lily. Relax, will you? Whatever happens, whether you're pregnant or not, always remember that behind those clouds..." he mumbles, still not looking at me. I anticipate on whatever words of wisdom he will throw at me, even though I know it will be pointless.

"...is an airplane."

My eyes automatically roll the moment he finishes his sentence. I dismiss his lame joke if you could consider it as a joke. There's no way I'm pregnant. His guess is nonsense. I'm a virgin, and I'm no Virgin Mary.

He leans back against the wooden chair of the university food court and finally unglues his eyes from the blonde pornstar's shaking fake boobs and fixes them at me. There are only about five students, including us, who are still here at this hour.

"Oh please. I know what you're thinking. Spare me." As a struggling psychology major, and knowing him for almost three years now, I surely know what he is thinking right now. He's probably imagining me doing something...inappropriate, like you know, doing it with some random guy at the janitor's closet or anywhere, leading to his implausible theory that I'm pregnant.

Please. I haven't even sexually touched myself down there ever since I was born.

You mean, masturbated?

Thick and curious eyebrows are now scrutinizing me.

"Wait a minute...Are you hiding something from me?"

"Shut up, Curt." I snap at him.

"Oh yeah?" Naughtiness is written all over his face as he smirks at me. I roll my eyes again in full irritation. Yes, it's a habit I cannot control, especially when I'm around him.

"I want to go home," I utter after a long sigh as I pull on his arm with my frustration spreading all over the place.

I finally have his attention. He reaches for my hand and stares at me tenderly.

"Kidding aside, I'm getting worried about you, Lily."

I stare at him blankly, without blinking. Curtis Jackson, also known as, "Curt", is my best friend. I love him, but only as a friend – the closest and most trusted one. Now that Katie, my best friend since grade school, died because of complications from asthma, I don't think I can survive this college life without him. He is precious to me as I am to him. He didn't directly tell me that he likes me, but he is always giving off pretty obvious hints, and I don't want to delve into that corner of our friendship. Since Katie's death, I have almost been a living zombie. I had never thought that going to college would be all that stressful; it would just be a slightly different version of high school. However, being in college has its own downsides. There's a lot more homework, classes are longer, and the work is more intense. The worst part is, everything's back to zero.

Katie and I are supposed to be in college together, and we were, for a time far too brief. But right before the start of the fall semester of our sophomore year, she suddenly and unexpectedly left this world, and me.

When I learned of Katie's death, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach, hard. I had been abandoned like a wet little kitten put out into the streets for the first time. We had gone to school together all through grade and high school, always having similar interests and never a cross word between us. We had even both decided to take up psychology together. One day, if the time came when we both had families of our own, we dreamt of living next door to each other.

"I'm always here for you, Lily. You put that in your mind." Curtis grabs my hand and gently caresses my skin with this thumb. A languid smile forms on my lips, appreciating his affection.

"It's getting late already. You better go home. I'll walk with you." he suggests.

"It's okay, Curt. I want to be alone tonight, actually." I give him a polite smile. Usually, he'll walk me home after our last class, but this time, I need some time alone to think and be dramatic as I can to myself.

Curtis became Katie's and my friend in junior high when we all were partners in a laboratory class. Despite our opposite personalities, I felt comfortable with him right away. Well, maybe that's because we're both hermits. So now that Katie is gone, he's the only one I have now.

Looking back to those days, my chest feels empty. I don't think I will ever be able to say that I have moved on from her passing. Screw that wonderful angel– she chose the right timing to escape from my noisy mouth and immaturity. I haven't even adjusted to college yet, and then here goes some health problem.

Curtis also took up the same major, and we almost have the same class schedules. I'm not sure if he did it on purpose, but nonetheless, I take it as an advantage for me as well. I literally don't think I could make it through a day without him.

He told me a while ago that he has been noticing my behavior lately–troubled and seemed to be always in pain. At that moment, I wasn't able to suppress myself from telling him everything. I finally exploded after those months of being dormant.

Somehow, it feels liberating. Unless you're an extreme introvert, it is just impossible to keep everything to yourself.

The thing is, my period hasn't arrived yet. And if I had just had any kind of vaginal penetration from a man, I would be certain I was pregnant. It has been two months and about three weeks or so since my last period, and these occasional painful cramps which go with all my mood swings and alienated feelings during classes make me want to go somewhere where I could sleep forever. I can't even move properly because my lower abdomen feels so bloated almost all the time, and I am not exaggerating.

But I can't be pregnant. I-am-a- virgin . And when I say that word, it means everything, in every way – my lips, my hands, and of course, my innocent holes . And there were no drunken nights where I may have been roofied or blacked out either.

I have never even had a boyfriend. A lot of people think I'm seeing Curtis, but regardless of what they think, he's just my friend. He's actually like a brother to me, and even my family loves him and treats him as a part of our family as well. He is in fact always welcome to barge into our house, which is just a few meters away from outside the campus, whenever he wants to. Just to be clear, I'm not a lesbian. It's just that, I'm the hopeless romantic type. I want some guy who will sweep me off my feet, like literally. Then he will catch me as I fall into his arms. Then our eyes will meet and there will be that force, that powerful force, a connection, some electricity and other romantic wordings that will then lead us to get to know each other more. And then we will fall in love. Get married in a church with beautiful nuptial photos. Adopt a couple of cute dogs and a cat. Have beautiful kids. And live happily ever after.

You're talking about a fairytale, Honey. Wake up.

I really believe that upon being born into this world, someone has already been planned and destined for us – that someone who will leave us breathless and make our heart beat faster than we knew possible.

I definitely do not want someone who will flirt with me just like he does with all the other girls, tell me all the same things, and then wreck my precious virginity on our first date. Some boys at school are just like that and I don't know why I don't find them appealing. Maybe because I want someone who is more mature? A man who can take care of me...forever.

Okay, enough with the daydreaming. You've still got some problems, Darling.

I shake my head and smile bitterly as I concentrate on walking. Am I losing my mind ? Is there any possibility that I am pregnant?

I don't want to tell my mom about this because for sure, she'll drag my sweet little butt to a doctor and they will invade my veins and suck all my blood up. I really hate doctors, hospitals, and needles, specifically. I hate them with a passion.

But what if I'm dying?

Yes, you are, Lily, and you'll die a virgin. Double time, Habibti!

Does my subconscious suddenly know Arabic? Wow, my brain really is messed up.

Or maybe because you watched an Arabic film last night?

What am I thinking? Maybe I'm just overreacting. Or maybe it's just the lingering effects of Curt's porn.

But you didn't watch.

Okay, fine. I just took a little peek. I couldn't help it, because the actor had this really huge, um, you know, and it looks...scary.

But I admit there were moments in my life that I have wondered how it would feel like to have sex...

I mean, it just randomly crossed my mind, maybe about once, or twice, or whatever, and there's a part of me that is kind of making a big deal out of the fact that I belong to the minority of girls my age who are still virgins.

Okay, enough. I'm blushing whenever I thought about this.

My thoughts consume me as I trudge along the darkened street outside the school campus. Our simple bungalow house is located along the main street, just a few blocks away from our department hall.

The moon is in all its glory as I look up at the dark velvety sky. I close my eyes as I re-adjust my backpack and let the moonlight flood my pale skin. My long, dirty blonde hair is now a mess, all tangled with the stresses of the day and the cold breeze of air now brushing it backward.

I close my eyes and imagine myself being on an island where everything's at peace. Katie is there, my mom is there, everyone is there, and we all are having a good time...

I smile as I feel the breeze kissing my skin. It feels so rejuvenating and-

A loud, long honk pierces the silent night. I squint at the sight of the headlights of a gray Lexus sportscar that are glaring at me. Trying to quickly assess the situation, I cup my mouth upon the realization that I'm actually in the middle of the road blocking the fancy car's way. As I scurry for the sidewalk, a man emerges from the car. Despite my embarrassment, I cannot help but glance over my shoulder in curiosity as he approaches me. He's wearing a black undershirt that hugs his toned upper body, and his well-worn rugged jeans cling to his thighs as if they were made just for him. I notice what appears to be full sleeve rose tattoos on his muscled arm and another one I cannot make out in the dark peeking from the left side of his...nice-looking chest.

Oh my... He looks like he just jumped off the cover of a GQ magazine.

Suddenly, the cold night air feels so humid. My eyes trail up to his face as I get a better view of him. Sweet sister of a frog, I have never seen someone this attractive before. His facial features are so perfectly manly they appear to have been carved out by a master sculptor. And no, I'm not exaggerating. My pupils had to have dilated even more as I realize that, holy shit, he indeed is a modern day Adonis. Dark stubble marks his jawline, which is so defined and sharp that I may slice my finger upon touching it.

Just like in the movies, my world stops as I continue to gawk at him.

Is he even freaking real?

Everything in the background blurs away as he walks, his black boots lifting effortlessly as if he's the king of the underworld.

My eyes curiously linger on his noticeable crotch bulge. It's unusually bigger than those of most guys I have seen-not that I often check them out but, whatever. It's like there's something massive underneath...

I pull my eyes back to his face in an instant when I feel something down on me twitched.

He rakes a hand through his dark tousled hair and pierces me with the sexiest eyes I have ever seen that are literally gleaming in the night. I catch myself nibbling my bottom lip as I drink in the sight of him.

He walks closer and closer towards me, leaving only a few inches between us before he stops. I can now tell that he's well over six feet. My heart is racing inside my chest, and all I can do is stand there like a statue – wide-eyed, mouth slightly open, and totally looking like a complete idiot.

I gasp and hold my breath as he leans his head down next to my ear. In the most sensual and masculine voice I have ever heard, he whispers,

"Get the fuck out of my way."

My whole body suddenly aches at his warm breath on my skin.

"Huh?" I breathe out.

He straightens up and looks down at me with his brilliant, mysterious, and mesmerizing green eyes. His handsome face scrunches down into a displeased look before opening his mouth once again.

"Are you planning to die?"

That deep and irritated voice lodges in my ear. For a second, I am only hearing the magical sounds of the crickets around us. What is happening? Have I been bewitched?

"Uhh..." The ability to form words seems to have escaped me. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I had been blowing my horn for at least a full minute, but you were just there standing, eyes closed, and arms wide open in the air, leaving me no choice but to get the hell out of my goddamn car and approach you. Are you on drugs or something?"

His voice now sounds muffled, probably from my heart beating like a freaking drum, coursing blood through my ears...and the rest of my body.

Imagine an irritated Ian Somelhalder, Matt Bomer or some other celebrity with a sexy bad boy look... Wait, did he just ask me if I was on drugs?

"What? Drugs? What drugs?"

He rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration. I probably should feel angry that he's just insulted me, but, why did I find that gesture hot?

"Just move, okay?"

He then turns his sexy back on me with yet more demonstration of his manly finesse, totally ignoring my question.

His crankiness is oddly making him more appealing. I am left there standing with my mouth open. My eyes suddenly have minds of their own, attaching themselves to his sexy butt as it sways back to his car. He starts his engine, signaling me to move the hell out of his precious way.

Is this your first time seeing a man, Lily?

I scold myself inwardly. My chest is heaving. There is something about his irritability that is somehow...I can't find the exact word to describe it, but definitely not irritating.

I am prepared to go on with my life, never to see him again, when his beautiful head pops out from the car's window. With his neck extended, he catches my eye.

"Watch where you're going next time, Kitten." A sexy wink follows.

Kitten...

For some reason, I feel myself warming up and something between my legs starts to get kind of.. wet

*****To be continued*****