The Golden Boy ⚣

05-wrong and right

Chapter 5

Wrong and right

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It didn't take much time. Dr. George asked me some basic questions, and I made up some stuff so that it didn't seem too rapey. I told him that yes, I was drunk and didn't remember the guy. But we were both drunk and looking for a hook up so it's fine. But wasn't sure if he used a condom or not, so I just wanted to get tested.

He bought it like a sponge.

It was mostly fine until the physical examination. I think Dr. George could tell I was uncomfortable, because he asked if I would prefer a male nurse instead of a female one. Contrary to what he thought my answer would be, I stuck with the female nurse because I didn't trust myself to be sane while a man saw me without my clothes.

He took a blood test, urine sample and some other stuff that I didn't really pay attention too. I will be called with my results in a couple of days.

That kind of sucks because now I have to wait for a few days wallowing in fear and apprehension, jumping at every call I get.

Right now I am waiting outside the school entrance for Kile. It's already 10 minutes past 6, and he's late (like usual). We have a session scheduled today, and I am still unsure as to where it's going to happen.

"Arryn!" I put on the bitchiest face I can muster and turn to face him.

"Look at that, punctuality at it's finest." I drawl, and Kile winces before stopping and awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm so, so sorry." he apologises. "My biology class ran late. I swear I wasn't late on purpose!"

"Okay, fine. I believe you." I say, and bite my lower lip. "How is this going to happen? Are we going to go to a library or-?"

"Oh, we're having it right here, in school." Kile smiles, running his fingers through his black hair to push it out of his face. "Mrs. Marionette got us permission."

"Okay. Which room?" I ask.

"Room 12." he answers, and follows me as I head back in. "So, I was thinking we should start from the beginning of our portions. If we really put our minds to it, I think we can finish most of the stuff by the end of next month."

"Okay. Whatever you want to do." I shrug. It doesn't really matter to me. Honestly, my mind isn't even here, too preoccupied with what my test results will be. Ha, students usually worry about exams, and here I am, worrying about a totally different kind of exam.

"...Arryn? Did you hear anything I said?"

I am snapped out of my trance by his question and I blink at him blankly.

"Uhh, yeah?" I say, and Kile's eyes narrow.

"Try again."

"Yes?"

"Again."

"Please repeat what you said." I say meekly, and he huffs.

"Here I am, putting my heart and soul into this, and you are-"

"I'm sorry."

"-not even interested to hear what I'm saying-"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." he grins, and opens the door to room 17. "I was just saying that I have a family pack of Lays in my bag."

"Fucking hell." I glare, and he snorts and walks to one of the large desks. This is, I think, a theatre room, so it's big and spacious with very few desks.