Brady Remington Landed Me in Jail(47)

"We will. No problem there." Brady caught my hand and pulled it into his lap. As he massaged my knuckles, he chuckled again when she left. "Man, Rayray. I can't take you anywhere."

"Says the guy who's been arrested how many times?"

"What are you saying?"

"I've never been arrested. I've never hit anyone except you and you don't count."

Brady nudged me. "There's always a first time, Rayna. You could hit someone someday. I'd enjoy it."

I was about to roll my eyes, but sat up straight when a nurse entered the waiting room. "Rayna Janke?"

"Right here."

"Kidrick Stephens," another nurse called out. She stood right next to mine.

Kid stood hesitantly and wiped one of his hands down the front of his swimming trunks. He glanced from his father to Brady and back to me. Reluctantly he followed me as I led the way with my nurse. Just before we moved into the back area, I turned and looked. So did Kid. We both watched as Frank Stephens slowly sat where Kid had vacated, smack dab across from Brady. Both watched the other. It looked like they wanted to stare each other down.

Kid sighed beside me and touched the back of my arm. "Come on."

"Are you sure…?"

"Yeah. I think they'll be fine." But he didn't sound it.

"Rayna Janke?" My nurse tapped her foot impatiently. She was standing outside a small room.

"Okay. Good luck," I whispered to Kid just as he squeezed my arm in reassurance and then ducked into his own room.

Once inside the nurse took my weight, asked a couple of questions, and ignored my blush when I admitted to being sexually active. "Honey, having sex ain't my business, but let me tell you that it's almost refreshing to see a young girl blushing about it."

I was a little relieved. Then the doctor swooshed in and took a seat underneath me, smack dab in the middle of my legs.

He announced, "So you're here for birth control?"

"Yes," I whispered. Was I being stupid? But I wasn't. Brady and I were best friends, if not…more…and I wasn't going to ignore that we'd had sex twice. We'd probably do it again.

"I see that you are menstruating right now."

I nodded, mute.

He didn't care. "What are you thinking?"

"Uh…"

"A lot of girls your age use a monthly cycle of pills. Would you like that? Any particular brand?"

"One that…works?"

He nodded to himself and made a few notes in his chart. "I see that you were in here for a physical not long ago. Everything checked out then and you've been sexually active since?"

I nodded again.

"Did you want to be checked for sexually transmitted diseases?"

Uh…

"Listen, this is what I'll do. You need to wait a few more weeks before we should check you for STDs. Right now here's a prescription for a birth control pill that I commonly prescribe. It should work out. If you wish to change or have concerns, come back for another visit. Until then, anything else, Rayna?'

I was surprised he didn't need to check the chart for my name.

"Uh…"

He stood, smiled politely, and extended his hand. "Anything else, if your parents or guardians have any questions, just call me. Okay?"

"Okay," I whispered and held onto the prescription paper he'd given me.

When I left, I glanced towards Kid's, but it was still closed. Brady's head was stuffed in some magazine while Frank Stephens watched him. I would've assumed that he'd look at Brady with loathing or hatred, but it wasn't there. I didn't understand it. Instead, the older man watched him with a guarded look.

I bypassed both and went into the pharmacy where no one else waited. When I gave my information and handed over the prescription, the pharmacist barely glanced at me before he started filling it.

"Hey." A hand clamped on my arm.

I screamed.

"It's just me," Kid soothed. He patted my arm again and frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just…I thought I was the only one in here." Brady hadn't heard me so I relaxed. No further fight was to be had. "You scared me, that's all."

"Oh." Kid frowned again, itched his head absentmindedly, and then handed over his own prescription.

"You're okay?" I was embarrassed at how raspy my voice sounded. Why couldn't I be normal once in my lifetime?

"Huh?"

"I mean, you were bleeding. You don't have a concussion or anything? What meds are you getting?"

"Personal much?" Kid mused, half grinning. "I'm just kidding, Rayna. I'm fine. Doc cleaned up some cuts I got from my car and then I was smart enough to ask for a refill of my allergy stuff. You?"

"Same. Allergies."

He nodded easily and then glanced over his shoulder. "That's a little eerie, isn't it? When my dad first found out that I got punched by some kid, he went berserk. And then, I don't get it. He just dropped the charges."

"What about the second time? Deputy Doug told me that your dad was in a tither. He wanted Brady charged to the fullest."

"Nah." Kid shrugged again and scratched his shoulder this time. "My dad's mostly talk. I think he kinda likes Brady, something about how 'he's a man and he stands up for himself'. I don't get it. He hates women and he doesn't seem to like you."