Page 27 of The Professor
“That’s when Professor Grayson came running over because I was screaming your name.”
My eyes widen and I cover my mouth with my hand. “What?” I whisper.
“Yeah, I guess him and Coach were out together or something because Coach was running behind him. Anyway, I’m crying and tell them what happened. Professor Grayson grabs you and Coach goes to find out what you were given. I explained I was trying to make you puke and Em, he just handled it all. He calmed me down and sorry to tell you this part, but he shoved his fingers down your throat to make you puke. And you did all over his shoes, but he didn’t even care. He made you puke again and again.”
Cutting her off, I’m stunned. “Wait, what?”
“Emma, he carried you back here. He stayed in your room, with his back turned while I undressed you and put your night shirt on. He closed all the blinds and put you to bed. Then he stayed for hours until he felt you were going to be alright. Em, it was really sweet watching him pace around and going in to check on you constantly,” she says with a smile.
It’s fucked up I don’t remember anything. I have no recollection of anything she just said. It’s a terrifying feeling. But I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like how Professor Grayson cared for me. It makes my pulse race a little.
“So, he just stayed here?” I ask.
“He just stayed here. That man likes you, a lot. The way he was worried was really sweet.”
“Wow. I guess I need to thank him. Hey wait, what happened to Bryson and what did he give me?”
She explains everything. That he slipped me a roofie and after getting the shit kicked out of him campus police took him. Apparently, I need to go give a statement she said, although I’m not sure what to tell them since I don’t remember. Anyway, she told me that Professor Grayson called someone and told them what happened and how to make sure I was alright. It’s overwhelming to take it all in, so I tell her I’m going to lay back down.
When I get into my room, I grab my phone and notice I have a text. Opening it, I sink down on my bed.
Grayson - Emma, I texted myself off your phone to get your number. You can delete this if you aren’t comfortable with it, but before you do please text me back to let me know you’re alright.
Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly be more surprised, I get a text from Professor Grayson. I contemplate what to say back for a few minutes. I mean he was kind of like my savior last night according to Aubrey.
Taking a deep breath, I just go for it.
Emma - I’ve just woken up and Aubrey told me what happened. Thank you for everything.
I hit send and toss my phone while I lay down on the bed. I’m ridiculously nervous waiting for a reply. A few seconds later my phone alerts me and with a shaky hand I pick it back up.
Grayson - How are you feeling?
Emma - Like I have a horrible hangover.
Grayson - That’s to be expected. You need to relax and drink plenty of fluids today. DO NOT go out tonight.
It should probably piss me off that he gets bossy, but it doesn’t, it turns me on.
Emma - Are you telling me what to do, Professor?
I’m probably crossing a line here, especially after all he did for me last night, but I can’t help it. I hold the phone waiting for a reply. It doesn’t alert me though, it rings. My heart stops beating when I see it’s him. Panicking, should I answer it or let it go to voicemail? Shit, he knows I have my phone.
Nerves wrapping around me, I answer the call. “Hello?”
“Miss Bower,” he says, his deep voice washing over me.
“Professor Grayson.”
“I am absolutely telling you what to do. You don’t remember, which is probably for the best. I however remember it clearly. Your body needs time to handle what has happened. I spoke to a friend who is a doctor and he told me you need to drink plenty of fluids today,” he says.
I’m quiet for a minute trying to take it all in. “I’m not going anywhere and I’ll be sure to drink plenty of fluids. I don’t exactly know what to say, except for thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me, but you’re welcome. Now, get some sleep and if anything happens you are more than welcome to call me,” he says, seemingly dismissing me once again.
I need to say something and not being able to see him might be the best time.
“Professor, do you want me to text you?” I ask.
