A love worth fighting for

Chapter Three

Aside from partying; reading medical journals and medical books keeps me sane. Becoming a doctor has been the best decision of my life, it's the only thing I have.

My attention drifted from the ipad screen placed on the table in my study to the mobile phone that buzzed non stop. 

Brad.

Bradley asked if I could offer him a ride to school. 

“Yes man.” I nodded. “Sure.” I went into the bedroom, threw a black tee over my naked skin and with all the excitement and energy of a new day, I made it down stairs to start preparing.

‘Today should be a good day.’ I said to myself, dancing every step through the stairway.

“Hey.” A female's voice which I could only remember it's moaning and screaming my name almost the entire night startled me, breaking the excitement, the dance.

I froze, my heart skipped, but started beating harder and faster almost immediately. “Jeez.” The only word that managed out of my throat.

“I'm making breakfast.” She smiled and pursed her lips.

Her blonde hair was packed with a ponytail dropping on her back, my white shirt barely covering her braless upper body, revealing the screaming red color of her panties.

She'd be sexy only if she didn't break two rules at the same time. Wore my shirt, and trying to make breakfast. It pissed me off.

“What the fuck are you doing?” My voice was strong and firm yelling at her. My hands were clenched in a fist, and every heart beat came with a drop of anger. “Thought I asked you to leave by day break.” my eyes were fixed on her face.

“S…sor…sorry. I…” I cut her from her mumbling.

“Drop that shit and get the fuck out of my house. Take the shirt along with you.” 

She ran off. Shaking.

Another bad day, the excitement had ran along with the girl I don't even know her name.

I finished up the breakfast, and was already putting on a tie before Brad called again. The frown had already left my face by the time we got to school.

He made jokes of being the happy pill in my life, “Come off it, stop dreaming” was my reply, even when I knew I lied.

My special parking spot was free, ‘Guess we arrived too early,’ but the parking lot was already full. Walking down to the block, I spotted the car that once stole my spot. ‘People really do learn quickly around here.’ I hoped she wouldn't be on my seat.

“Rich, are you still rolling your head around that Anna and your mom bullshit?” Brad asked, keeping his head focused ahead. 

“No. Why?”

“Just saying. Perhaps you're right Rich and she's your maternal relative, you need to make peace with it, and yourself.”

I stopped and stared at him as he continued walking. ‘what if Anna's my Aunt or my step-sister?’ I didn't know what I'd do, how I'd react, but the hate I had for my mom just got deeper.

Brad stopped and turned. “C'mon. Rich. One way or the other, you have to face the truth.” 

He was right. I'll have to find the truth to face it.

The lecture theatre was still scanty, a rare thing for me to arrive for lectures long before it began. My special seat was vacant. My face flushed. The day could be good after all.

Bradley sat beside me, and we continued chatting about our lives, he asked if I noticed the way Dr. Liz Starr, the general surgeon who'd take the lecture today stares at me.

He had said it once before the break, but surprisingly this playboy didn't notice, but definitely today I will.

Dr Starr is pretty hot. I'll not even try to resist if she advances, these kind of women are on some next level game.

“Brad, she's here.” I nodded towards the door. My eyes widened, it seemed everything had slowed, including her walking steps, she shoved her head to arrange her hair, used her index finger to pack the strands on her face behind her ear.

“Dammmmn.” Brad whispered, tilting his head close to me. “She's so hot.” 

I arranged my hair and my tie. She threw a gaze at my direction from time to time, but would take it off immediately when our eyes made contact.

There was a build up of tension from all that distance. I felt goosebumps rush over the upper part of my body.

“Today we'll be arranging you in groups of two, for an ER assignment. You're to make a real life emergency case, and bring out possible interventions. The two members of the group must provide their own contribution for the case, else the group fails.” Her tiny voice resonated from the Public address system in the hall.

I knew me and Brad would be paired together, we have been in most situations, this won't be different. Brad wants to be an ER expert, I'll do either pediatric or Gynecology.

After the lecture, which I spent noticing the stares Dr Starr had been passing my direction, the drafted group list was the last thing on my mind

“Richmond, I'm paired with Lauren.” Bradley's voice showed all the excitement. He smiled.

I paused for a moment, ‘who would I then be paired with?’ Not one of these clowns. “What did you say?” I pretended not to have heard him earlier.

“You heard me.”

Not Anna, that'd ruin me, it'd ruin my chances of passing, I will not be a doctor if I don't pass. I can't get paired with her.

“Whom am I paired with then? You're happy you're not with me, Brad.”

I thought Brad would choose me anytime, but he seemed happy he wasn't. I gave him a smirk, and confined my body to my space.

“It's nothing like that man. I'd prefer you, but you know Lauren is the hottest, and this could bring us together.” He made an invisible line between himself and the direction Lauren sat.

I didn't see my name on the list. My hands shook with a tight grasp on the phone. I went through it again, still didn't see my name, it only means one thing; I have a pending case, either with administration or with academics and this would be bad for the kind of career I intend to build.

“What's happening man, you're shaking.” Brad looked at me with this concern in his eyes.

“Can't find my name.”

“Did you clear with admin over the case, the physical assault case last year?”

“I guess. I did.” my voice shook.

“26. Number 26.”

It was the worst day after all. Maybe this is the end. Anna Rodrigues is my partner. I woke up into my nightmare.

“The surname Rich, is it?” Bradley's voice was calm, his eyes widened in curiosity, the look of concern never left his face.

I know what he meant. I have to find who my mom left me for. ‘Rodriguez or Rodrigues.’ Anna could be my maternal relative, and if she is; she's going to be a constant reminder of the pain I felt when my dad told me my mom had abandoned us for another man.

‘I hate Anna Rodrigues.’ I have to find a new partner. I can't be paired with her.