MasukYou think medical school is all anatomy labs and stethoscopes? Yeah, me too. That's what I signed up for. Instead, I got her. Or maybe, I got them. Orientation day. First hour. I was just trying to survive the college officer's speech about not doing drugs. Then the door opened. Three guys who looked like they bench-pressed fun. And a girl with the face of a doll and a voice that could make you forget your own name. Amaye. I had a boyfriend named Donald who was supposed to be in Europe, but he only called when I was about to make bad decisions. And I kept making them. Seven years of medical school. Seven years of tests, assignments, deadlines, and the hottest friend group on campus. I thought I was becoming a doctor. Turns out I was becoming something else entirely. This is my story. Or maybe it's a confession. I haven't decided yet. But I wrote it all down because someone needed to see med school through a different lens. I didn't see it through a lens. I lived it. #medical chaos #reverseharem #girlpower
Lihat lebih banyak“Harder. Don’t stop. Right there…”The girl’s voice broke into a moan. The bed creaked under them. Skin slapped skin. The guy’s hips snapped forward and the second girl laughed under her breath, low and dirty.“She’s already shaking.”“Good,” the guy muttered. “Keep her open for me.”Amaye pushed the door wider. The three of them didn’t even pause. The girl on her back had her legs hooked over the guy’s shoulders. The other girl was kneeling beside them, two fingers working between the first girl’s legs while the guy fucked her deep and slow. Sweat shone on all three of them under the soft lamp light.The guy glanced over his shoulder, still moving. “You joining or watching?”Amaye didn’t answer. She just looked at me.My heart was hammering. I’d never done anything like this. Not with strangers. I remembered the almost-threesome with Cade. I’d refused it but I wanted it.Tonight, it was different. My body tingled and I ached for pleasure. The cake surely wasn’t just flour and eggs. I
“Is that girl naked?”“What?”“The girl on the minibar. Is she naked?”Kith cupped a hand behind her ear. “Is she what?”“NAKED.”A guy next to us turned around. I smiled at him like I’d said something about the weather.“Body paint!” Kith shouted. “I think. Or a very committed outfit.”Fanek’s house was louder than the street. I had heard it from the end of the road, and now the bass came through the walls like a second heartbeat. Two hundred people. It was Cade’s condo again, just louder. Same glass, same expensive floor under the sweat. A gym in the corner with the weights draped in coats. A DJ who was either very good or very loud.I had two rules from the taxi. Stay close to Amaye. Drink nothing I didn’t open myself.Across the room, Banu lifted one stiff arm in a wave. Kith pressed a hand to her chest.“Hey, I have to go!”“Go!”She vanished into the crowd. I couldn’t find Amaye. She left for the restroom earlier and she is nowhere to be found. I texted her, waiting for her repl
The second half was a different game, because I was watching a different game.I stopped following the ball. I watched Edjar and Fanek. Edjar threw a pass without looking and Fanek was already there, already shooting, the ball through the net before I’d worked out who threw it. The hall went up. They didn’t touch. Everyone else got a slap on the back. The two of them looked at the floor, jogged back, and did it again.It wasn’t a feud. It was two years of knowing exactly where the other person would be. I felt a bit sick and a bit moved, which is a bad combination at a basketball game.We won by seven. Edjar found me in the stands and lifted two fingers. I lifted two back. I wasn’t angry. That surprised me.Kith came bouncing back with snack wrappers. “Did you see that last pass?”“I saw.”“Banu says it’s the best passing pair in the league.”Of course they are. They were an item, for crying out loud. She was just stating the obvious.“Banu would know,” I said.Banu, expressionless, h
Midsemester week came and went like a train I was somehow already sitting on.Biochemistry on Monday. Physiology on Wednesday. By Friday, the last day, I had stopped checking the clock and started finishing early, which I had never done in my life and which felt vaguely illegal. Four of the pages Amaye and I covered naked turned up in the anatomy paper. I’m not saying that’s why I did well. I’m saying I remember those pages.Outside the hall, the corridor was full of people comparing answers like they were comparing injuries. Kith was sitting on the floor against the wall, scarf over her knees, with the face of someone who had lost an argument with a textbook.“How did it go?” I asked, sliding down beside her.“Upper limb,” she said. “Don’t.”“That bad?”“The true or false. I knew it. I knew all of it, and then I read the questions and my brain left.”“Which ones?”“‘The ulnar nerve passes through the carpal tunnel.’ I put true.”“It’s the median.”“I know it’s the median. I put true
"Stratified squamous epithelium lines the buccal cavity…" the histology professor started.I wasn't listening. I should have been. That was the main purpose of medical school, right? To become a doctor. But I was becoming something else. Right from the first week. I became a lesbian. Or bi. Last ni
Vrmmm, vrmmm. The phone kept vibrating.I wasn't over him yet. I wished things were different between us. He was so sweet and intentional. He worshipped me. I missed the piggyback rides by the lake. The evening rides with the horizon in view. I missed everything. I wished he hadn't traveled and cha
Hey, are you free tonight? Come hang out with us. I can come pick you up.I read the text from Aydon over and over. Us? What did he mean by us? Him and his goddess? Or the big-boy group? Did any of his friends like me? No, this isn't how it's supposed to be. I should be called to come study, not ca
I walked into the hall full of freshmen for the college orientation programme. I sat at the far edge of the second row, third column. Everything around me seemed normal. I wasn't.I had worn a new set that morning and it wasn't agreeing with me. The bra clasps felt too tight. How? This was supposed


















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