Me, Myself and My Cardiologist

Chapter Three

I return home that night to a disgruntled Peyton. "What's wrong?" I ask my pacing roommate. "My boss Jo, he keeps putting more work loads on me." She groans, flinging herself onto our dingy couch dramatically. I drop my bag on the dining room table and flop down next to her. "I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better I had a stressful day as well." I groan thinking of my assignment and to Doctor Beckham. "We should get out." Peyton says suddenly, sitting upright. "Yeah we should but not tonight, I'm tired and we have work tomorrow." I point out, pulling off my heels. She lets out a melodramatic sigh. "Tomorrow night." She insists. "Can't I've got work," I say, pouring water in my Ramen Noodles. "Saturday Night, I promise." I told Peyton as she glared at me from the couch. "Fine, but I get to pick what we do." She pouts. "Whatever floats your boat, anyways. I'm headed to bed, see ya." I say, grabbing my hot noodles and bag before going to my room. I close the door and peel off my pencil skirt and nice blouse and change into some shorts and a big t-shirt. I pull my curly blonde hair away from my face by loosely tying it into a bun before grabbing my noodles and digging in. Welcome to the broke world. As I eat, my thoughts wander back to my handsome doctor. I mentally slap myself, I've got to stop thinking about him. He's my doctor for crying out loud. Nothing can happen between us no matter how totally hot he was. He did come off as a bit of a player though, I bet he's the type of guy that has women swooning and falling at his feet. I will not be one of those women.
As I finish my noodles I toss them in the trash and head to the bathroom and prepare for bed. I am settled under my covers when my phone goes off.
Unknown: Don't forget to take your meds ;)
What the heck.
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: I'm offended you didn't save my number.
Me: Doctor, how did you get this number. This is unprofessional.
Unknown: Not my fault you put your cell phone number on your paper work and it is not, I am merely making sure one of my patients is taking care of herself.
Me: I highly doubt you check on all of you patients by text message Doctor Beckham. Now I have a long day at work tomorrow so if you would excuse me, i'm going to sleep.
Unknown: Sleep well.
I sigh and place my phone on my bedside table. This dude is sure as heck not making this any easier. I sigh and let the darkness consume me.
The next morning I arrive at work on time and I feel absolutely confident. "Good morning, I brought you some coffee." Lucy says, bounding into my cubicle five moments after I arrived. "Thank you." I say taking the cup from her. "I'm so excited to go shopping with you. It's nice to finally have another girl around here, don't get me wrong I love Oli but girl time rocks." She gushes causing a laugh to escape my lips. "So what are you working on?" She asks, as I begin to type in my computer. "Um, just working on this college soccer game." I explain dryly. "Ew, sounds gross." She says scrunching her nose. "Not a sports person," I question, quickly making short eye contact with her. "Nope, so I'll leave you to it." She rises to her feet and leaves silently and the rest of the day passes by uneventfully until lunch. Lucy comes to my cubicle at exactly twelve thirty and we leave immediately. She takes me to this small cafe and we enjoy a quaint lunch that satisfy my hunger. Along the way we make small talk and learn small bits about each other. "How did your appointment go yesterday?" She asks politely as we look at all the office supplies. "It went well, I was surprised to see that the doctor was really young." I respond, placing a pack of my favorite pens in my buggy. "Who is it?" "His name is Dr. Gavin Beckham." I tell her as I continue shopping, placing a few things into my cart. "Oh! I know him! He's friend's with Oli! They were college roommates." She informs me, hot on my trial as I make my way to the check out line. "He's hot isn't he?" She spurts randomly, causing me to freeze as I unload my things. "He's my doctor, Lucy." I scold before giving the sales clerk a sorry smile and continuing with my check out. "So, you should date him. You guys would be cute. OMG I'll set it up!" She squeals excitedly. I grab my bags before turning and giving her a stern look. "Lucy, no. I just moved here, I'm not looking for a relationship and and even if I was it's weird to date your doctor so just get all of those thoughts out of your head right now." I scold, placing the plastic bags into the backseat of her car and buckling myself into the passenger seat. "You're such a kill joy." She pouts, starting the engine. The rest of the car ride is silent beside the noise from the radio as popular songs flow from the speakers. When we pull up at the office she helps me with my bags. "Look i'm sorry, i just got excited." She apologizes, leading me to the elevator. "It's okay, I overreacted. I've never had many friends that were girls and I grew up with four brothers so I'm not used to the whole dating idea or anything like that." I explain as we step off the elevator and to my cubicle.
The rest of the work day went on uneventfully and as three thirty rolled around I began to pack my things. "Leaving so early?" A familiar voice questions. "Yeah, I've got a piece to get to the scene to work on and it's a good thirty minute commute from my apartment plus I have to do a pre-show interview so I need to leave." I explain to Oliver. "Well good look on your piece, i'm sure it will be great. By the way, thanks for hanging out with Lucy I know she really enjoys having a new friend." Oliver says, giving me a smile as I rise to my feet. "She's sweet. I think we're going to be great friends. Anyways, have a good weekend. Tell Lucy the same." I breathe out stepping into the elevator with man who is very preoccupied with his cellular device. Oliver gives a small wave before the elevator doors close and an air of awkwardness surrounds me and the other guy. I study him carefully when his eyes snap up and meet mine. A confident smirk grows on his face, "Like what you see?" I roll my eyes. "Yeah, okay." I reply sarcastically, looking at my nails like they were the most interesting thing in the world. "It's okay. I know you do, I'm Landon Fisher." He says, looking at me. I give him a bored look, "I'm Joanne." I say acting uninterested as the doors open. I book it out of the tense atmosphere but I here footsteps and a calloused hand grips my arm. "Wait," A slightly breathless Landon pleads. I give him a look that tells him to go on. "Go on a date with me," He speaks confidently as people push past us on the busy street. "No thank you." I say and trying pulling my arm but his grasp is firm. "I'm not joking. Go on a date with me Joanne." He responds, a bit more sternly. "Okay, first of all I am looking for no form of relationship. Second of all, if I was I don't even know you and you were incredibly rude to me in the elevator and I can tell you aren't my type." I gruffly address him and he lets out a small chuckle, his grip loosening but still keeping me still. "Why are you laughing?" I ask, anger seeping through my words. "Because you just told me I wasn't your type after you said you didn't know me. You're a contradictory one. But seriously, go out with me. Nothing serious, one date, no commitment." He annoys me. "If I agree will you stop pestering me and making a scene in the middle of downtown Chicago," I ask in a low voice slightly aggravated. "I won't stop bothering you completely but yeah I'll stop for now." he smirks. "Fine," I sigh, caving in and exchanging numbers with him. "nice to meet you Jo." He smiles before leaving me where he had caused a scene moments before.
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