My Summoned Dorian

Esmeray Moonthorne

I am currently running and gripping my binder for dear life.

I'm late for my last exam.

If you think that is bad, wait till I tell you. I am in my senior year of my undergraduate, and if I miss this exam, I will need to retake this class. Dr. Porter, my History Research professor, can be very infuriating, and taking this class with him again would be the death of me.

    I get to the last step and of course...I trip and faceplant on the stone floor, but not before sending my binder flying.

    After I eat dirt, I slowly and painfully peel myself off the stone flooring and hope that I can still make it to class. "Ehem," my eyes darted up, looking around for who just saw me lose any shred of dignity I had left.

    My eyes go wide, and there stands the professor in front of the door with my binder at his feet and someone I don't recognize on the ground, clutching his head. I crawl towards the student, "Oh my goodness! IamsosorryIwasrushingupthestairsandwasn'tpayingattentionIdidn'tmeantothrowmybinder–" I word vomit as I place my hand on the boy's head, inspecting it. I am interrupted by the professor, "Miss Moonthorne, please take your hand off of your classmate and stand up." Dr. Porter's voice is stern and full of power.

    I pull my hands away and scramble to get up. "Oh, right, right, yes, I am so very sorry." I apologize, bowing my head as blood pools to my cheeks. Finally, the boy stands and speaks up, "Ray, don't worry about it, Love." his voice sends a chill down my spine as he rubs his head and flashes me his dimpled smile.

    Wait, he knows who I am? I swear I've never seen him before. I bend down to pick up my binder as he does the same.

After the exam, of course, Dr. Porter gave me a lecture on how to behave when I enter my internship in a few months. The internship that he set up for me, and how important it is not to ruin his reputation. I am finally done with all of my final exams and now have all the time in the world to rot in my shared apartment.

I snuggled into the corner of the couch and inhaled the smell of vanilla and honey canvassing the room. Due to all my studying these past few months, I haven't spent much time out of the library or in the apartment.

I pat the pillows beside me, snuggling in as far as I can go. "Ohhhh, I know you missed me!" I muffed through the blankets. "Esme!!!!" is all I hear before I feel weight crush me over the blankets.

"Ren! Get off of me before my ribs puncture my lungs. Wait, you might be too late–" I say jokingly before Rene jumps off and sits next to me. "Oh, be quiet, don't pretend you hate it" she says, winking at me. I shake my head, "Oh yeah, definitely. I just love a visit to the urgent room," I tease.

"I mean, of course you do. It's like your second home at this point," she jokes as she pulls the blanket over her lap. "Hey! I am just serious when it comes to my health," I mumble quietly and quickly change the topic.

"How was your shift?" I cringe at the thought of cleaning old people's feces. Props to her and her ability to do that almost every day. She lays her head on my shoulders and sighs, "It was like always, but that's the life of being a CNA. The worst part is Sam," she says with a whine.

I shake my head and comb her hair with my fingers. "Have you talked to him or is he still avoiding you?". She looks up at me with sad eyes.  "I tried to talk to him, but he turned the corner every time I called his name. I mean, I guess that's what happens when you date your boss".

    "Ren, you didn't know that he was your boss, and he's a dingleberry, don't pay him any attention," I say, rubbing her back, and a smile plays on her lips.