Hi guys, I finally updated
I finally finished finals and had my share of rest.
I'll be going on a trip really soon so I decided to give a long update, You're welcome.
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Now let's get to the story...
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This wasn't what he wanted
This wasn't what she bargained for.
He was James Smith. He never wanted to be a doctor, never wanted to. But then, his parents were doctors, they wanted their first son to follow in their footsteps and forced him to do it.
She was Racheal Garcia. She always dreamed of being a doctor. Of course, everyone supported her decision and today she is a surgeon.
Racheal was exhausted. She didn't know being a doctor could be that exhausting. Let's count over the past month, she has:
Gotten less than 3 hours of sleep daily
Her boyfriend broke up with her because she was too busy for him
Her best friend was dating her boyfriend now
She's not enjoying the stress
She was fine, she didn't have the time to become depressed to cry about it. She slumped on the chair
"Rough day?" Lily asked her. Lily was the acting director of the surgery department, the real one was on a trip to India two months ago and would be returning in three days, so Racheal has never seen him before.
"Really bad, I was following Jazz around and this patient started threatening us with a needle," Racheal sighed
"You'll be fine, after a while, you get used to it," Lily encouraged
"I hope," Racheal mumbled.
"Oh, the director is coming back three days from now,"
"I heard," Racheal sighed. Everyone was talking about him like he was some god, for fuck sake, he is a freaking man not some kind of god people. "What's so exciting about this dude of a person?" she asked uninterested
"Oh, you'll find out for yourself," Lily smirked.
Work is over and now it's time for grocery shopping. Racheal hasn't gone close to Kroger in the past two weeks and has been consuming ramen noodles daily. 'Definitely unhealthy' she knew but she was tired.
This was her daily routine, wake up, clean up, read, and prepare for work and the cycle went on like that. 'No wonder Matthew broke up with her' she shrugged.
She went to the vegetable area and picked out a few. It was in her new year's resolution to eat more vegetables, but she hasn't been following it, and it's already July.
She looked towards the wine section. Yes, she was buying beer.
She and someone else put their hands on the last pack of beer. She looked up and saw him, he was handsome but that's not the problem, he wanted to take the beer.
"I put my hand on it first," Racheal argued
"No I did," he argued back
"I did, and I assure you, I need it more than you," she argued
"No you don't now let go, maybe you are going home to go cry away your sorrows, but sorry I have a party," he glared
"I don't care if you have a freaking party, I got here before you,"
"That's your problem, not mine, I'm taking it,"
"Like I said I don't care, I need it,"
"I'm taking it,"
They kept on arguing intriguing everyone in the store. One of the store workers came to stop the fight,
"Please calm down, what happened?" the store worker asked
"Well, this man is fighting with me for the beer that I came to get first," Racheal told him
"Liar, I touched it before her," he scoffed.
"Please calm done, we'll go to the backroom and get one more for the both of you," the store worker said, scared because of the glare that the two people shared
"You better," Racheal said.
The store worker went to the back room and got one more. The two people got their beer and left, not before glaring at each other.
Racheal went home and lay on the couch looking for a show to watch. She was off tomorrow. Sasha, one of her friends called her.
"Rae, let's go to a party. You and your busy ass haven't gone out in forever," Sasha yelled from over the phone.
"Sasha, I don't want to go out," Racheal groaned
"Yes you are, I'm coming to pick you up in an hour and a half, and you better be dressed up nice," Sasha said before she cut the call.
Of course, Sasha never gave her a say. Once Sasha says something, you are doing it whether you like it or not.
Racheal pulled herself up from the bed and went to the bathroom, taking a long shower. She came out and picked out a dress that she hasn't worn in forever. It was a black dress with gold sequins. It was pretty but very exposing.
She did her makeup. She had gold glitter eyeshadow with red lipstick. She did her eyeliner, blush, and the rest. She curled her blond hair and let it down, in a little attempt to cover her exposed boobs.
She wore black suede ankle-high heels that were hard to walk in. It's been a while since she went to a party, she told herself "Racheal, time to let loose,"
She heard a knock on her apartment door, she knew it was Sasha. She opened the door.
"Girl, you cleaned up nice," Sasha exclaimed "Now let's go"
She picked up her purse and followed Sasha into her car. They stopped in front of a very big mansion.
"Whose house is this?" Racheal asked
"Have no clue, Micheal invited me, now no questions, let's go inside,"
She shut her mouth and went inside. It smelt like a regular party, beer, weed, sweat, and puke. People were making out, grinding on each other, and some passed out.
She turned and Sasha was nowhere to be seen. She went to the table and got a cup of beer and from a cup to more than ten. She was wasted and was grinding on random people.
"Hey beautiful, she turned and saw a handsome guy. For some reason, he seemed familiar but that didn't matter.
"You wanna dance?" she asked
'Sure," he said as he took her hand
They went down and started dancing, consisting of her grinding on him, his mouth kissing her neck, and giving her hickeys.
She turned and connected their lips together. He tasted like beer and chocolate.
"Wanna take this upstairs?" he asked, the lust in his eyes shining brighter than ever;
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So yes, that is just part one
The story was too long to make it one shot, so it's a read one- get one free.
P.S.- the dress on top is kind of the dress she wore.

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