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My Denial Elliot was not beautiful, cute, hot or sexy. The way her hair hung in her face was annoying and impractical, especially in the world of medicine. Her eyes were not exceptionally bright, nor was the shade of blue extraordinary. Her breasts were not particularly large or small, as with the rest of her figure. Elliot wasn’t smart. She wasn’t stupid, either, but she certainly had a lengthy list of errors to her name. She had little to no social grace, constantly blurting out the wrong thing at the wrong time. She overreacted and held grudges along with the best of them. Elliot wasn’t romantic. She had dated nearly all of the men in the hospital, or at least the attractive ones, and quite a few of them women, although that was a lesser known fact. What everybody did know was that she had a tendency to make-out with her current catch in public, typically at the worst possible moments. She never brought said catch flowers, chocolates, or anything else along those lines. Besides, she was nearly always taken. In short, there was absolutely no reason to want to date one Elliot Reed. - Jordan, while moderately attractive, was not my type. Her highlighted brown hair was hung straight, despite the fact that it looked so much better curled. Her eyes were plain brown, nothing special. Her breasts were large, yes, but were, according to all rumors, fake. Jordan obviously wasn’t very smart, otherwise she wouldn’t still be with Dr. Cox, or doing the budget for Kelso, who was notorious for dipping into the hospital funds more than every now and then. She had all the social grace of a warthog, and a sailor’s vocabulary to go with it. When she wasn’t busy yelling at someone, she was plotting against them. Jordan wasn’t romantic, not in the slightest. Everything was about sex, and sex was about a power trip. She had slept with half the men in the hospital just to get at Dr. Cox, and a good number of the women, just to prove to him that she could. Besides, she was with Dr. Cox, sensible or not. And even if she wasn’t this very minute, she would be in another couple of months. Case in point: There was no reason for, not to mention any chance of, me dating one Jordan Sullivan. |
My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
