Page 32 of The Billionaire

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A few weekspast and medical school continued to be everything I ever imagined it would be. Each night after classes I came home and devoured myself into learning about the body, how it works. Dreaming of saving people. I was confident I could be top of my class. I lived for the very position. Everything was just fine and dandy. I had even forgotten about the woman with black hair until one fateful evening.

As I was studying with a candle filled room because the lights went out from a fierce thunderstorm, Shelly, my roommate, came home with the mail.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? Even in a thunderstorm and the lights go out, you’ll still study. I’ll never understand.” She rolled her eyes under the light of the flashlight.

“It’s not pitch black you know. Just dim. And I like that candles. They’re inspirational. You’ll use any excuse not to study.” I laughed.

“Candles are not for studying, they are for sex. Come on, Kenze, let’s go out already!”

“What? You haven’t met your millionaire or billionaire yet? It’s been months since graduation. Time is ticking before the next twenty-two year old prances his way.” I teased. “And I prefer to study this way. It’s so . . . ancient.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m smart! I’m in Sta—”

“Standford smashford. Blah. Blah. Blah!” She made a mouth sign with her hand and made funny mocking sounds. “If I had to take a shot every time I heard the word Stanford, I’d never be able to leave this house for being fucked up wasted drunk all the time.”

“You’re in a mood, huh.” I teased.

She strolled over to me and dropped the mail on the coffee table.

“No, you’re right. I haven’t met anyone. I just wanted to have met someone by now. It’s fall! My favorite season! I just wish there was some sort of millionaire’s club I could join. That way I’d be on the arm of a handsome one at one of the galas and—”

“What did you say?” The words were rushed and I interrupted her.

“You know, Patty Stranger? Millionaire Matchmaker.”

“Oh, right.” I felt so relieved hearing Patty’s name.

“Would these damn lights turn back on? It’s eerie in here.”

She sat on the leather next to me causing a few of my notes to scatter to the floor. She flickered the flashlight off and on. Off and on. Off and on.

I shook my head at her child like ways. She was my best friend and I loved her. But she sometimes acted like she was five!

“I swear McKenzie, you’re seeing someone aren’t you? The look you’ve had on your face. All those miles you’ve been running to get that tush of yours perfect and tight. You’re in love. I know that look. So who’s the lucky bastard? Did you meet him in med school?”

“Oh my gosh, would you stop flashing that light? You’re like a little kid!”

“Am not.”

She flashed the light off and on again.

“I’m in love with medical school.”

“Ew gross! Oh why can’t I be in love with something.” She lamented dramatically as she lay on the couch just as dramatic.

“You’ll find it whatever it is.”

“Well, I’m still not buying the whole I’m in love with medical school thing. You’re seeing someone or have been secretly.”

“No I haven’t! And where is this even coming from, by the way?”

“Yes you have. All the running. All the day dreaming. That look. I know it.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I sulked.

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