Hey gum drops😋

The guy in the picture is Chaniëlle's new gynecologist. Hot ain't he😉

P.S. this is the longest chapter I've written till now (2299 words)

Have fun reading😘😘
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Two months later

I don't know how else to tell this man not to announce my test scores out loud. Why should he always embarrass me like this? If he keeps this up people will start calling me a nerd.

All the other students have left the classroom. Mr. Wongso and I are the only ones left.

"Miss Righters, is something wrong?"

"Yes sir, in fact everything is wrong" I answer trying my best to stay polite "I remember asking you multiple times to keep my test results private, but you just read it out loud again"

"I know. I Did" he smiles as if he doesn't know how much I hate it.

I stare at the tall good looking man who is my math teacher. He always has that stupid grin on his face, it's as if he doesn't have problems in his life at all. The guy is always smiling and it's really annoying.

"But why?"

"Because I felt like doing it miss Righters"

"I asked you not to do it and so did my mother who is the chancellor and your boss"

"I know" he grins widely. Is he laughing at me?

I sigh. This is hopeless. This man is hopeless! Why won't he just do as he's told, cause it's not that hard. None of the other teachers ever had a problem with this.

"You can't have everything your way, so live with it" my subconscious snaps.

I turn around and start walking toward the door. There's no point trying to talk him into doing what I want anyway.

"Wait" he says when I reach the door. I turn around and look at him, not trying to hide my irritation.

"If you can give me one good reason why you're embarrassed by your own brilliance, I promise I'll stop doing it" he says now serious.

I stare at him not knowing what to say. Do I have a better reason than the fact that I think it's embarrassing and I that don't want to ruin my status?......

"NO!!" my subconscious answers my thoughts.

Mr. Wongso and I stare at each other blankly for a minute or two.

"Just as I thought" he smiles "you don't have a good reason at all, but you just do it. That's exactly what I'm doing too. I don't have a good reason to read your marks out loud, but I do it anyway"

I stand there staring at my maths teacher, not planning on answering.

"There are billions of people around the world who wish they had brains like yours. You're smart Chaniëlle and you don't have to be embarrassed by that. There's nothing wrong in being a straight-A student, in fact that's the best anyone could expect from a student. You should appreciate who you really are, no matter what people will think of you or what names people will call you. You're a good girl even though you prefer to be the bad girl in people's eyes. You're not my daughter, but God knows how proud I would have been if you actually were. Don't be who you think people would like you to be, but be the person you really want to be and are" he says.

Whoa!!.........where did that come from? This is all nonsense...... Right?.......

"What do you think" my subconscious is on arrogant mode.

Suddenly the classroom feels very uncomfortable. I need to get out of here.

"I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't need your advice" I say quickly and walk out of the classroom before he gets the chance to answer me.

When I get outside I take a deep steadying breath. I feel like I was being suffocated. Mr. Wongso's words are still echoing in my head.

I shake my head, trying to get rid of his speech.

I walk toward the parking lot and get into my car. I have an appointment with my gynecologist, a nice blond woman that talks too much sometimes.

I walk into the building and straight to the receptionist, still thinking about Mr. Wongso.

"Hello Chaniëlle" she smiles.

"Hi Ana. I have an appointment with Dr. Reed" I say distracted by my own thoughts.

Why is it so hard for him to understand. Did he mean to tell me that I do things without reasons? Or was he saying that I have a good brain, but I don't know how to use it? Or was he just trying to make me feel bad about myself? Why is this bothering me this much?

"....., so are you okay with that?" Ana asks.

Oh shit!.... What was she saying?.....ughh whatever.

"Yes, it's okay"

"Good, you can go in then" she smiles.

"Thanks"

I walk toward Dr. Reed's office and open the door after a light knock. She hates it when people knock at her door. She said it causes her a headache when all of her patients do that all day, so it's not needed.

I enter the room and shut the door behind me.

"Don't you know how to knock!" A male voice snaps. He's wearing a white doctors coat, so he must be a doctor.

"Don't you know how to talk to your patients" I spit back at him.

He stares at me. And his eyes widen in......I don't know whether it's shock, surprise or disbelief. I guess he wasn't expecting me to answer him like that.

"I'm sorry, but you still have to learn how to knock. It's rude not to knock" he says his voice now softer than before.

"I know, but Dr. Reed doesn't like it. Wait!...where is she and what are you doing here?"

"Didn't my receptionist tell you she moved to Cuba last week?" He asks.

"Uuhmmm......." Did she tell me? I don't know. Maybe that's what she was saying and I wasn't listening. I gotta stop this kind of behavior.

"Well she did move to Cuba..." he says when he notices that I'm not aware of it and continues "...and all her patients who want to be treated by me are now in my care. So do you agree to be treated by me?"

Dr. Reed is gone....No!...... And now I have to be treated by a male doctor. Is he even good at his job?

"Yes. Of course" I answer my own thoughts out loud.

"Good" he says startling me.

Wait what?!..

He walks toward pile of green robes, grabs one and hand it to me.

"You can change into this and I'll be with you shortly" he says and immediately walks out of the room leaving me alone.

Oh shit!....I wasn't talking to him......I was thinking out loud...... Way to go Chan.

Do I want to be treated by a male doctor? I'm not sure. I stand there with the robe in my hands. I can't make up my mind on what to do. Should I just do it or should I run out of here like a mad woman?

I was just about to go with option two when the doctor enters the room again.

"Miss Righters why aren't you in that robe yet. In case you haven't noticed, I have other things to attend to" he says clearly irritated.

"I know, I know, but that doesn't mean you have to be an asshole. What kind of doctor are you? Jeez..." I walk to the other side of the room and change behind some green curtains.

I can't believe I spoke to my doctor like that. What if he kills me while pretending to treat me. Or maybe does something worse. What if he gets me pregnant on purpose?

He's so rude. What kind of doctor talks to his patients like that. Maybe he's not even a doctor, he might be a secret assassin. Or a serial killer.

I shake my head and smile as I walk out of my private corner. I think I'm running mad. Why am thinking about all this nonsense.

"And what's so funny?" The doctor asks curious.

"That's none of your business" I snap.

"Whoa! Sorry ma'am" he answers holding his hands up as if he surrenders. "Dr. Reed didn't leave any report or file about you, so you'll have to tell me what the problem is"

Hmmm.......we're down to professional businesses now. Impressive....

"I haven't had my period since I got on birth control three months ago. One moth ago Dr Reed gave me some medicines to trigger it I think, but it didn't work. She said I had to come back and she would do it herself........well that's what I think she said" I shrug.

"Oh I see. Are you sure you're not pregnant?" He asks

"Yes, I'm very sure. I did a couple of tests and Dr Reed did too"

"Okay good. I still want my own insurance. So go pee in this" he hands me a small container and I take it.

Why did he let me undress if he didn't know anything about me yet? Idiotic doctor. He didn't even introduce himself.

I do what he asked and go back to the room. When I hand him the container he puts the pregnancy test in it and waits a while.

"Red. So you might not be pregnant" he says.

What does he mean "might"?

"I told you I'm not pregnant" I say rolling my eyes.

"I'm not convinced yet. Could you lay down on the bed and put your legs up please"

"Why?" I'm confused.

"We're going to do a transvaginal ultrasound to see if there is something there"

"But you already have proof that I'm not pregnant. Besides what does that vagina thing even mean"

"Miss Righters, please allow me to do my job. If you're not comfortable with this I would appreciate it if you told me so" he sighs.

What is this doctor's problem!? Damn....

I do as he says, cause I don't have the energy to argue with him and right now I just want to go home as fast as possible.

When I lay back on the bed in the right position he appears on the end of the bed, pulling a condom over a white probe.

He sighs again and puts one of his hand in his face.

What's his problem now.

"Miss Righters why do you still have your panties on? You do know that they block my way in, don't you?"

Shit, why does that sound hot and seductive?!

"Well, I didn't know we we're going to do it like that. You didn't tell me before I took of my clothes"

He looks at me with an expression I can't name, then puts the probe down.

Before my mind can process what he's doing, he hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls it down. He throws me my panties and puts my legs back up, holding them apart.

My mouth fell open in shock and I can't seem to find my tongue.

Is a doctor allowed to do that?

"I don't think so" my subconscious answers me raising one of her eyebrows.

For the first time in my entire life, I am speechless.

He turns the machine on and inserts the probe in me. I feel my muscles tense.

"Try to relax miss Righters" his voice is now soft and warm. How the fuck does he do that? One moment he's irritated and the next minute he's kind.

How can he even expect me to relax after what he just did?! I feel the anger in me boiling to the maximum temperature.

I don't look at the screen, cause I'm a hundred percent sure I'm not pregnant. I feel the probe moving in me and it feels super uncomfortable.

He pulls it out a little and pushes it back in, then repeats it again.......twice!!......

What The Fuck!!!

"I guess you were right. You're not pregnant" he says and pulls the probe out of me.

I immediately get off of the bed and walk towards the curtains to change into my normal clothes. When I walk out he turns around holding my panties in his hand.

Shit, I forgot it!

"I think you forgot this"he grins holding it up. Is he trying to be funny? Oh I'll give you funny alright.

I walk toward him and slap him right across his face. I grab his shoulders and lift my knee up, kicking him in his crotch really hard.

When I step back he drops to the floor groaning loudly, with his hands between his legs where I kicked him.

I'm not done yet.

I drop to my knees, take my panties that he dropped down when I kicked him and toss it into his mouth forcefully.

"That will teach you not to molest or abuse any of your patients ever again, you fucking pervert. Ask around who Chaniëlle Righters is buddy, then they'll tell you who I am. Nobody.....and I mean NOBODY messes with me and goes scot free" I hiss trough clenched teeth.

I deliver one last punch to him and get off of my knees. That eye will definitely be blue tomorrow. Serves him right.

I pull myself together. Breath in and out. I look at myself in the mirror I always carry in my bag and I look good as always. Well time to go home!

I put a smile of satisfaction on my face and walk out of the room leaving the idiot groaning and rolling on the floor.

"Hey Ana. The doctor asked me to tell you he won't be available for the next 30minutes"

"Oh okay. He's free now anyway. You're his last patient for today. Have a nice day" she smiles.

"Thank you honey. Same to you"

I walk out of the building and take a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air.

I wonder what else this day has in store for me, cause it's been shit so far.

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Love❤ Nicky