My Kind of Doctor

Part Thirteen

           **** Okay... ONE more before I go to bed, becuase I just can't leave people hanging too much. Although to be honest... this part kind of does the same thing, but... whatever. ;p ****

I literally stopped breathing. I think I just forgot to, because I didn’t even realize that I wasn’t at first until I started to get dizzy. After that, everything went black.

            I woke up to Dr. Kennedy kneeling on the ground next to me. Her baby blue eyes started down at me, filled with concern. I was vaguely aware of the fact that she had her hand resting on my arm, but there was no need to freak about that now. I tried to sit up.

            “W-what happened?” I asked, rubbing my head.

            I still felt a little light headed and so I had to make sure that I did move too quickly. Dr. Kennedy smiled as she extended her hand to me.

            “You fainted.”

            I took her hand and let her pull me back up to my feet. After all of that was over though, I realized why I had fainted. She knew. She really knew. I instinctively backed away from her, which caused a confused expression to come to her face.

            “I should leave,” I said.

            “Why? I kind of wanted to continue this conversation.”

            “No you don’t. You want to lecture me on why I shouldn’t like you, or… something worse. Maybe you want me out of your class or something.”

            She sighed and sat down on the edge of her desk.

            “Now why would you think that?”

            I told her. I told her about Amanda, or should I say Ms. Ross.

            She had been my teacher back in middle school, but I really hadn’t started talking to her until high school. I used to talk to her a lot too, about all my problems and what not. She was great at giving advice. She really helped me out when I needed it the most. When no one else would.

            I trusted her. I trusted her with my life, which was something I didn’t do easily, but Amanda never gave me any bad feelings. She was a good person through and through, and I knew that since the day that I first laid eyes on her.

            Anyway, I was having a really hard time my senior year, mostly because of how much I liked her. We just… got really close. For a while I thought that maybe, just maybe, she actually liked me back. I mean she was always extremely flirtatious, but looking back, I guess that was just her personality.

            On day in particular I was staying after school to help her out with sorting out her classroom. I offered to help her, because I didn’t really want to rush home that day. She was more than willing to accept my help too, which was nice.

            We were talking. Laughing. Smiling a lot. She made everything feel so right and so happy. Then… I made a huge mistake. I kissed her… and she didn’t like me that way. I ruined a perfectly good thing.

            Things happened quickly after that. She backed away from me, got mad at me, and told me I should leave. When I went to class the next day she wouldn’t even look at me. I tried to apologize once, but she cut me off and lectured me on how she was straight, and had a boyfriend, and how what I did was really wrong. That was it.

            After that she never talked to me again. She stopped trying to help me. She barely ever looked at me. I felt crushed. Hopeless. Torn apart. The one person that I could really trust in my life was gone… and it was all my fault. How could I have been so stupid?

            “You’re still not stupid… and you weren’t back then. You were just… taking a risk. People do it all the time,” Dr. Kennedy said once I was done.

            “But she was my teacher. I should have known better.”

            There were tears pouring from my eyes now that I couldn’t control. Dr. Kennedy gestured for me to come closer to her so I did, though I don’t know why. I was still afraid of how she might react once I stopped with the sob fest.

            “Kendall, it happens. Some teachers wouldn’t have reacted that way either. It’s not that you were stupid, it’s just that she didn’t like you like that.”

            “I lost the person I trusted the most.”

            She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. I closed my eyes as I breathed in the soft smell of red pomegranate. It was very sweet… just like her and for a moment I actually forgot about her knowing I liked her. I was just enjoying the comfort of being close to her.

            When I finally pulled away though, I realized where I was and what was really happening.

            “Oh shoot. I’m late for class.”

            “I don’t think you should go today. It’ll be fine.”

            I didn’t think so either. Not after all that had happened. I’d probably have some kind of nervous breakdown if I did go.

            “How did you know?” I asked.

            “I saw the way you looked at me that first day. Plus, seeing you with that girl kind of… confirmed the fact that you’re into women.”

            This made me blush a little. I was beyond embarrassed.

“So… you’re not going to freak out and stop wanting to help me?” I asked after another long moment of silence.

            Dr. Kennedy smiled and put her arms around my waist this time, pulling me closer to her again. I felt myself sliver when she touched me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, or why it was happening for that matter. I was supposed to be with Amber wasn't I?

            “Of course not. If I knew you liked me, and that made me want to talk to you more, why would you think that I’d have a problem with it?”

            She had a point.

            “Yeah… so… how are you going to react?” 

            She pulled me even closer now so that I was standing between her legs, my body pressed against hers. I reached forward to wrap my arms around her neck, letting my hands run through her dark blonde hair, and then leaned forward to kiss her. The second our lips met I practically melted into a puddle right there.

            It felt right, it felt good, and she tasted just as sweet as she was. I didn’t want to stop, but I knew I had to. When I stepped back she kept her arms around my waist and we stood there, looking into each other’s eyes. She smiled that cute, infectious smile of hers and this time I didn’t fight it when I felt myself start to smile back.

            I wanted to stay there forever in her arms, but soon after there was a knock at the door. I practically fell back into my chair in the corner as Dr. Kennedy stood up to answer it. It was one of the English instructors. I think she was a very good friend of Dr. Kennedy.

            “Hello Jenae!” she said cheerfully before glancing over at me.

            I saw a slight look of concern in her eyes which made me start to panic a little. What if she knew something was up?