"Lucas Reed?"
I look up from my phone after winning another match of chess from an IM to see an older guy standing at the door. Like a typical doctor he's got that white coat, on over a pair of tan slacks while around his neck is a stethoscope. The glasses really complete the look.
I raise a hand. "That's me."
"Mr. Reed, I'm Dr. McDonald. If you could come with me," He leads the way out of the waiting room and past a number of doors before stepping into a room. "This is Abigail, a nurse major. She'll be helping me today if that's fine with you?"
Abigail is a shorter girl, maybe around five feet even and has brown hair with blonde highlights. She has an average face and a body type that I can't see under her coat. If I hadn't been told she's a college girl then I would have guessed high school student, she honestly looks like one.
"No, that's fine with me." Not like I'm here to get operated on or something.
"Perfect. Now, it says here that you're in for a sports physical?" I nod, need one to officially be on the team according to the coach. "You came to the right place. We're going to start with testing a few things so up on the table you go."
What follows is a bunch of examinations ranging from listening to my heartbeat, testing my knee jerk reflex, and testing my hearing. The doctor performs the tests while Abigail asks me questions about my medical history and that of my family; any diseases that are common among us, any childhood illnesses, allergies, how I feel during physical exertion. When she asks if I've been sexually active within the past several months I feel a little awkward responding since she's a girl not too far from my age but I just nod and but things mostly go off without a hitch.
And then Donald Doc asks me to drop my pants. Despite having an extremely aesthetic physique and a big dick. I get shy when I have to asked in front of strangers. I don't even like to go to beaches because of this. I am conscious like that.
Since I don't really have a choice so I do drop them. He checks the head of my junk and then my balls while telling his findings to the college girl writing everything down. And the whole time she's standing just outside of my immediate line of sight. How awkward. I'd done a physical a while back but I was a kid then and had forgotten that this was part of it. Thankfully it lasts at most a minute before I'm covered up again. I didn't had the courage to look at Abigail and just ignored her and pretended that she didn't even exist.
From there we move outside the room to an area where they measure my height and weight before taking a vision exam. Like the previous tests, this one goes well and soon enough I'm done with the physical and get signed off to be on the team. I was really nervous about this because if there was an anomaly because of my gamers body that a doctor could find I would have to quit the team and get the hell away from here. I wanted to test it while I was still a nobody and not when I will eventually be famous which would draw more attention.
There was really nothing to worry about today since my physical stats haven't reached superhuman levels yet and exams like this tend to be noninvasive for the most part. Perhaps later on I might have to sit through things like MRI's or other scans which might show something being off but that's a concern for later. I'll just do my best to avoid injuries from here on out – and just make smart decisions overall – since not only would it warrant an intensive scan, it would also heal much faster than humanly possible. Can't have that now.
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As one would expect, it's kind of hard to study during feeding time at the zoo. And by that I mean the cafeteria at my high school. Before you come at me for comparing rowdy teenagers to zoo animals, I dare you to go just one lunch period with them. Just one.
No thanks? Hah, I thought so.
In all honesty however, the lunchroom is definitely not the place to be studying. Many last-minute crammers can support that claim; it's too loud, messy, and distracting. But I'll let you in on a little secret, I'm not really studying…
Well technically I am since I'm reading the notes I'd taken in class yesterday but with a perfect memory, reading them again is almost useless. And I'm not even actively focusing on AP Calc stuff seeing as how I'm internally monologuing. No, this whole thing is just a ruse I've come up with after . Should one day people grow interested in my sudden increase in academic performance, I'll have witnesses who will throw them off the scent. They'll be like:
'Oh Lucas? Yeah, he was something else , man. During lunch time when everyone else was messing around, the dude had his notebooks out, studying away. Literally, food in one hand and notes in the other. Dude was built different I'm telling you.'
Or something like that, just as long as people can provide their own explanations on how I had perfect grades in my senior year. After all, the best cover stories are those other people confirm for you. By the looks of things, I'm going to have to put up a lot of pretenses as I advance in skills and stats. Sandbagging and leaving subliminal hints so people don't realize just how badass I am. I don't mind too much however, my big brain likes the extra stimulation that arises from running this long con.
"So Lucas, I've been wondering," Starts Josh speaking seriously. I'm eating with Josh, Leonard, and Debbie. They make up the friend group I've had since my freshman year. We're tight. Debbie was acting distant with me for a few days after I came back from the chess tournament but later she came back and ate with us like nothing happened. I could see something happened with Alex and Debbie because whenever Alex was not around she would come hangout with us and today was one of the days when she was busy with her homework. I knew it had something to do with me but I didn't dare ask avoiding my problems like a true procastinator.
I lower my notebook to raise my eyebrows at Josh tone. He's smirking which means he's about to say some dumb shit, "Now that you're on the basketball team and an official athlete slash 'cool kid,' you're gonna invite us to the orgies with the cheerleaders right?"
I shake my head, trying to fight down the amusement. Saw that coming. All of them laugh at the crass joke.
"He'd better!" Leonard also agreed laughing with Josh who had his arm around him.
"There's no such thing you idiot." I slip in once I can.
"That's what you think because you weren't in the know before." Leonard continued with the joke.
"So how would you know about them? Huh? You're the least athletic person I know,"
Leonard doesn't look any less confident at that, gets silenced but Josh is more stubborn "Trust me, I got sources. So, you finna tells us right? Especially if what's-her-name with the fatty is there?"
It says something about how often he's mentioned this girl – and just how memorable her, assets, are – that we all know who he's talking about just from that description. Fun fact: I actually know her name now. The Gamer is useful like that.
"Honestly bro, if there were orgies going on and I was able to invite more people, I'd bring in more girls rather than guys. Sorry not sorry." I retort back joking with them. I would actually never do something that crazy. I am a coward like that and I have Alex now.
"So it's like that huh? What kind of bro are you?" Leonard chimes in. Freaking devil's advocate. Josh jumps on it.
"Right? There's a bro code man! Rule number two, no, number three. 'Should one bro doth know about an orgy, he doth share with his brothers in arms!'" Josh says
Lies. "It's the opposite actually. A real bro would understand that adding more dicks to the equation is the wrong move and wouldn't pressure another bro for an invite." I say back to him
"Tch, I would invite you if it was me." Josh says
"Sure you would. Throw me a pity round after you'd had your fun?" I say
"One round is all you're good for." Josh says.
"Damn~" Leonard says. The others laugh at the burn.
I deadpan, "Fuck you."
"No thanks, I don't go that way." Josh smirks in victory.
"Shut your pimpled ass up…"
And thus we descend into throwing insults.
"You all are so disgusting and I would know if there were orgies" Debbie says and everyone just looks at her wanting to elaborate on that.
Then Debbie began to give us the most spicy gossip of our entire school.
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