Dumb-bum
A/N: Hey there! Here is a Lisa Cuddy one-shot, inspired by her line from 'Humpty Dumpty,' "I've wanted to be a doctor from the time I was 12".
This is that time.
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Martin Stanley didn't think girls were smart. He thought they were wimps, and sissies, and were way dumber than boys. Furthermore, he had no troubles vocalizing his opinion. He never picked girls to be on his team for softball, and he never wanted to be in their group in the classroom. He was always the first to do a germ-lock when a girl was nearby, and there was no way he would ever sit next to, or be seen near a girl.
Lisa Cuddy sat across the brightly decorated classroom, her glare fixated on the back of Martin Stanley's head. She stared daggers at him, willing his desk to slam shut on his fingers, or for the boy next to him to accidentally kick him in the leg. She hated Martin Stanley with every fibre of her being. For when she didn't quite get the answer to Ms Blyth's question right, he had turned to her, stuck his tongue out rudely, his eyes scrunched in an ugly face, and called her a 'dumb-bum'. The rage had boiled up in her, as she'd known the answer to the question, but hadn't quite finished what she was saying before the teacher cut her off to complete the answer herself.
But this wasn't the first time that Martin Stanley had taunted her and called her stupid. Every gym lesson, he would point and laugh at her as she struggled her way up the rope that he had mastered long before her. Though she had finally made it to the grown-up age of 12, she still felt like she was in elementary school when Martin Stanley would laugh at her.
It wasn't just gym, either. Whatever class they were in, he would always try to one up Lisa's answers, and make her look like the stupid one. So this time, as his tongue flapped out of his mouth, splaying tiny splashes of spit in her direction, it was most definitely the final straw.
Lisa screwed up her face angrily and crossed her arms in a huff. She was not going to let Martin Stanley beat her this time.
"Hey dumb-bum!" he called across the classroom, as Ms Blyth's back was turned, "when I grow up, I'm gonna be a big smart newspaper reporter, and you'll still be so stupid that you won't even know how to read what I write!"
Lisa filled with fury, and she knew this was her opportunity. She quickly wracked her brains for the smartest profession she could think of. Lisa Cuddy was second to no one, especially not Martin Stanley.
She pushed her chair back violently, and stood up with an aggressive jolt. She immediately strode over to the boy's side of the classroom, and took satisfaction in the small hint of fear on her nemesis's face. She stood so that she towered over his desk, her arms crossed and Martin Stanley sitting feebly in his chair, eyes hardly reaching her waist.
"Well, when you get sick, and no one knows what's wrong with you, and you're dieing, you're gonna come crawling to me to make you all better. Because when I grow up, I'm going to be a doctor!"
Martin Stanley sat, slightly dumbstruck at Lisa Cuddy's announcement. Before he had a chance to laugh, or call her a stupid-head, Ms Blyth had turned around, and Lisa had quickly returned to her desk, a smug smile on her face.
That afternoon when Ms Blyth had handed back their assignments on the human body, Martin Stanley had scowled in his seat as Lisa flashed him a glimpse of the large, red, circled A+ on her paper, gloriously trumping his smaller and duller A.
And as she triumphed, she knew her mind was made up. Lisa Cuddy was going to be a doctor.
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A/N: well, let me know what you thought with a review! It is always, always, appreciated.