It was an evil prank to play on the new girl but Nayden didn't spend more than a few seconds thumbing it over in her mind.
*Whoosh.*
She avoided participating in the conversation between the 4 girls, at least until she thought of a slightly passive aggressive, but classic-Nayden, comment. The gum in her mouth was the perfect prop to mull things over for a second. She chewed the waddled up ball in her mouth, producing a chalky pink balloon from between her lips.
*Smack.*
The sound of bursting gum echoed through the bathroom stalls.
After a few loud chews of her now, flavourless gum, she decided to have a little fun with Hemi.
Hemi, with her irritatingly innocent demeanour, annoyingly luscious curves, and natural charisma that induces jealousy; was as Nayden realised recently, a threat to her popularity amongst the group of girls.
Regardless, the little joke Nayden was about to play on Hemi was worth the risk of being a complete bitch.
"How far can it go," Nayden thought, "we'll all laugh about it later and then give Hemi the real information."
Hemi, who was actually Hemia, was waiting for Nayden to respond.
It was clear that Hemia looked up to Nayden in a weird, toxic way; even believing it wasn't absurdly disrespectful when Nayden confessed that "Hemia was too hard to pronounce, so it would be Hemi from now on."
Even then, Hemi still listened intently, perking her ears up to absorb every ounce of what the popular girl said, and taking mental notes.
Why?
It was simple - like every classic high-school-girl-clique movie depicted; Nayden was the it girl. She knew all and controlled all.
Hemi was new to all this in the worst way possible. Growing up back home, on a small island surrounded by the Indian Ocean, life was different.
School wasn't meant for gossiping through notes in class or giggling about boys during lunch hours. Students were there to build their futures.
On every seat, in the blaring heat wearing rough cotton uniforms, sat a student who was determined to uphold their family's reputation.
Not to mention, everyone was watching. There was no room for the superficial social bullshit Hemi now faced here, in North America. If you didn't dig your face into your school work during a majority of your waking hours, people noticed. In those neighbourhoods, everyone was your family. The community was one unit and as beautiful as that was, it also meant you were to be on your best behaviour.
Now, on the other side of the planet, Hemi was doing her best to assimilate comfortably into this new society.
And university was a big deal. Hemi could use all the help she could get, if it meant she could survive the social game.
(Un)Luckily for Hemi, Nayden was the resident "go-to" girl for advice and somehow, Hemi ended up on her radar very quickly.
Perhaps, it was the comment Rhys made in the Organic Chemistry Lab, during the first week of classes.
"I better not fail this course again. My dad's already yanking my chain about it." Rhys huffed quietly in the last row, sitting between Nayden and Derek.
The lab instructor cleared his throat and began announcing instructions for this week's lab report, due at the end of next week.
"You can choose your partners, but be mindful of working with friends." The old man in the front of the class grumbled.
"I know it's tempting to work together but, there's a lot of work to be done on this report. See you next week." With that, the old man swung his suede side-bag over the shoulder and made his way slowly out the door.
"Well," Nayden asked, waiting impatiently for Rhys to reply.
"What?"
"Urghhh," Nayden huffed annoyingly, "are we partners or not?"
"Uh," Rhys began, looking over at Derek.
"Nah man, I'm not gonna be your partner. Or yours, Danny girl. You guys are gonna make me do all the work. I'm finding someone else. See you back in the res house."
Rhys looked back at Nayden's pleading face. "You know what, he's right. I'm gonna find a new partner. You know I can't fail this course man."
"Whatever! Who are you picking?" Nayden began packing her things while Rhys looked around the room and locked his eyes on the new girl who joined mid-year, at the beginning of the winter semester.
When asked to introduce herself to the class, Rhys listened intently, ignoring his friend's shenanigans at the back of the room.
She was beautiful - clearly very shy, but still inexplicably intoxicating.
Hemia.
Rhys watched as the words left her plum coloured lips - her top lip a deep purple, while the bottom lip was a vibrant pink hue, similar to that of the inside flesh of the juicy fruit.
"Oh my god, not her! Not the new girl, Rhys, seriously." Nayden slapped his arm, distracting his thoughts.
"You know what, she's smart. I'm gonna ask her to be my partner. I'll see ya later Danny."
"Ew," Nayden barked back as Rhys began to walk away.
"Ew? What are you on? She's pretty. Later, Danny girl," Rhys replied defensively, shrugging his shoulders as he turned and continued walking away.
"It's Nayden," she whispered, "asshole."
Hemi? Pretty?
Snort.
"We'll see what's so great about this girl."
Rhys didn't know it, but his interest in Hemi only pushed her into Nayden's radar. Like every girl before her, Hemi was now a threat to what Nayden wanted.
Rhys.
There couldn't be a popular Nayden, without her exceedingly popular boyfriend to stand by her. A semester had gone by and it hadn't happened yet.
And there was no way in hell Hemi was going to get in the way.
***
"Don't worry girl. I got you!"
Hemi felt her shoulders relax, the tension releasing as Nayden spoke.
"Oh phew, thank you Nayden. Seriously! You know how it is! I can't exactly ask my mom about this so..."
"Of course! Here! Look," Nayden pointed, turning her laptop screen towards Hemi's direction.
"I've saved some videos on my laptop in this tab, to show you so you know what a typical doctor's appointment looks like."
Hemi's face formed an excited grin. "Oh, I never even thought of that. People record that kind of stuff? Isn't it like, against doctor / client privilege or something?"
Nayden giggled, hiding the evil intent behind her actions, and continued to spew lies to Hemi's face as she pulled up the Incognito Tab full of videos to further enforce her prank.
Hemi watched as a girl, probably around 20 like herself, sat on a slightly tilted up examining bed, in what looked like a doctor's office.
The girl looked oblivious to the camera recording her interaction as the doctor, a middle aged man with a blurred out face, walked in and began speaking.
The doctor seemed a little suspicious, with his lost demeanour and constant stifling of the patient's hospital gown. The screen flickers as the camera amateurly zooms in while the doctor puts down his pen and clipboard, to grab the stethoscope around his neck.
Hemi's eyes widen as she watches the patient in the video pull the gown off her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts to the doctor and...
Literally every person watching this video!
"Uh, do I have to," Hemi began asking, only to be interrupted.
"Shhh, Hemi, just watch. You'll learn what to do. This is normal, okay? Doctors here are different. They examine you thoroughly. Just...just watch, okay?"
Hemi glanced uneasily away from Nayden, and back at the screen.
The patient was now lying on her back on the same examination bed, with her legs spread apart. The camera zoomed in once again, focusing on the bare skin between the patient's thighs.
The patient had nothing on underneath.
Her pussy was out in full view, while the only visual of the doctor was his fingers, a pair of latex gloves covering them, as he squirted out a clear gel from a plastic tube, and rubbed it along the slit of the patient's lips.
Hemi's mind raced with a flood of anxious and confused thoughts. So many questions to ask, but she was hesitant to speak up about them to Nayden, who sat there, watching with a poker face. The level of seriousness on Nayden's face made Hemi withhold her concerns at what she was watching.
Women don't expose themselves like this to men, especially strange men. "But this wasn't how it was done here," Hemi reminded herself, trying to shush her thoughts.
"Ouuuhhhhh, yes..."
The sound from the laptop vibrated across the duvet on Nayden's bed, as both girls watched the patient moan during the examination.
Hemi bit her lip curiously, her eyes seeing something she had never seen before.
This portion of the examination, after the doctor used his fingers and his tongue to assess her health, involved using his penis.
"The patient seems to be happy. Maybe that's why she decided to share her experience, right?" Hemi wanted to show Nayden that she could understand and make sense of it all without more guidance.
People post videos about all sorts of things. Their first experience at Disneyland or a recap video, through the timeline, from pre-op to recovery, of a nose job. How was this any different?
"Mmhhhmm," Nayden replied, gritting her teeth aggressively so a giggle wouldn't escape.
The camera zoomed in once again as the doctor interrupted Nayden's response, to give the patient instructions.
The patient pulled her legs together on the bed, and began to turn over, wrestling with the sanitary paper that stuck to her thighs.
The camera zoomed out, giving a view of the patient's body, now bent over the bed, while the doctor inserted his penis into her pussy and continued the examination.
The sounds vibrating from the laptop's speaker made Hemi clench her muscles. Both the doctor and the patient seemed very pleased with the results of the assessment.
The last few seconds were a close up shot of the patient's pussy, leaking a thick white substance, while she leaned against the bed and spread her ass cheeks.
She seemed to be a very experienced patient. Clearly she had done this before given the nature of her confidence and glowing smile.
The screen went black and for a split second Hemi saw a logo flash, before Nayden scrambled to switch to the next tab.
In her mind, Hemi tried to recall what the logo said from what she could remember. It definitely said "Doctors" on it.
"Per...something."
"Perfect Doctors?"
