My Kind of Doctor

Part Eighteen

**** To be honest, this part isn't really that exciting. It's more of a filler just so I can get to the more interesting part tomorrow. I promise I will. I should have nothing better to do while I'm sitting at work in front of a computer. lol. ****

         If there was one large problem that came from kissing Dr. Kennedy behind Amber’s back well, it was the wide smile that I could not wipe off my face no matter how serious I tried to be. In English class Amber had asked me what I was so happy about and of course when I told her nothing at all… she didn’t believe me. Great.

            I was just so… happy. Maybe I shouldn’t have been, but I was. Dr. Kennedy wanted me, and she didn’t care if that meant breaking rules. She was willing to risk a lot just so she could be with me. How could I be mad at her for that? Sure, she lied when she said she was okay with us keeping our distance, but hey, I’m not going to say that I wasn’t secretly hoping for that the whole time.

            I could tell, as she kept looking over at me about every ten seconds, that Amber wanted to talk more about what was going on. Luckily for me, our instructor was right in the middle of a lecture that would probably last the entire thirty minutes that we still had left of class. At least I could use the time to think of a legitimate sounding excuse.

            Let’s see. I could have told her that I was happy that people were noticing my lovely outfit, but something told me she was the type to get jealous over something silly like that. I also could have told her that I just found out I had an A on a history assignment, but let’s be honest here, we all know that’s a really lame excuse to be as happy as I was. Hmm… I couldn’t think of anything.

            Time was running out. I looked back at the clock about ten minutes later. I needed something. Would she believe me if I told her that I had a surprise for her, and that that was why I was so happy? Wait no… that wouldn’t work, because I didn’t actually have one. Come on Kendall. Think.

            “Kendall?”

            I looked up at our instructor who was staring at me, along with pretty much everyone else in the room. I blushed, terribly uncomfortable with all those eyes on me.

            “Yes?”

            “Are you here with us?”

            Had I been staring off into space? Probably. I wouldn’t doubt that.

            “Yeah sorry… I… I’m listening,” I lied.

            To be honest I had absolutely no idea what was being said. I couldn’t have cared less about English 101 at that moment. I was too busy trying to figure out how to keep both my girlfriend and my attractive instructor at the same time.

            I supposed I could’ve broken up with Amber, but I didn’t really want to do that. I didn’t want her to get all upset. Plus, there was no way that I could be sure things were going to keep working out between Dr. Kennedy and I. No… I still liked Amber. It was worth a shot to try and keep us together.

            Five minutes left of class. Our instructor decided that he wanted to end class early today. Go figure. Amber turned to face me the second he was done talking.

            “What on Earth is going on with you today? First you ask me to drive you to school, then I see you dressed like this, and now you’re all smiles and you can’t pay attention in class for more than two seconds. Is… is there someone else you’re dressed like that for?”