A disastrous book

Chapter 11: Tutoring session

Riley's POV

I'm late.

I know, I know, he warned me a hundred times not to be, but I couldn't help that I fell asleep and had an...interesting dream about him.

The second I woke up, I ran around the house like a madwoman trying to get ready and not look a drooling, half asleep zombie for our first session together.

And now I'm standing outside his office half an hour late, torn between just walking in and getting it over with, or escaping the hell out of here.

I scoff. Why am I even afraid of what his reaction would be? He's just a fabrication of my brain, I'm the reason he even exists.

Yeah! I tell myself. You're basically his mother!

Wait, no! ewww! Why must I think of such horrendous things?

"Are you going to keep contemplating my door, or are you going to use it to come inside?" His voice boomed from the other side of the closed door, and my mouth flew open in horror.

So much for not being afraid.

I hesitantly opened it, and there he was, sprawled out on his chair like a king waiting for his feast.

Unluckily for him, all he got was me.

"You're late." He says with a clenched jaw.

I avoid his burning glare as my eyes roam the office, looking for a CCTV camera. Was he watching me all this time?

"In case you haven't noticed, miss Sinclair, there is a glass window that allows me to see what's on the outside." He says, as if reading my mind. I follow his gaze and screw my eyes shut in utter humiliation. There was indeed a glass window on his right, which probably allowed him to see me when I made my way to his office.

"I'm sorry sir, there was a small family emergency." I lied through my teeth, and he appeared to think so too, but he thankfully dropped it and ushered me to sit down.

"While you were rethinking your life choices outside my office, I managed to form this little quiz for you to take, just so I know what I'm dealing with here." I nodded and took the paper he handed me, my face scrunching up in confusion as I read through the questions but filled them out anyway. Once I finished, I handed back the paper for him to correct.

I took this time to ponder on the dream I had before I came here. It wasn't like any other dream I had, it was... weird.

Normally I remember everything that happened and when I wake up, I would write it down for story ideas. But this time, I could only remember fragments of it.

I remember we were in an office. I remember him telling me I was late. He was angry. I remember seeing myself on his desk. I remember the objects on his desk flying and hitting the ground. There were distorted noises of screaming, there was heavy breathing... but the weirdest part, it wasn't the usual Riley starring the dream, no. It was me. Regular old me.

I trail off with my thoughts....

I laugh.

Nope. This isn't about to happen now. There is no way.

But what if it did?

In your dreams. Literally.

"Well" the professor snaps me out of my thoughts,"there is slight improvement from the first quiz, but we still have a lot to work on." I nod as he begins to pull out a chemistry text book and a notebook and starts explaining what I did wrong.

40 minutes pass, and surprisingly I was able to focus the entire time. I think this was the first time I ever listened to the whole explanation without my mind wondering off.