The Culinary Massacre

Huskey POV

It was another day in the school. I stood by the counter watching my students cook. I was just a culinary teacher. There was nothing more. There was nothing more people needed to know.
They were little shits.
I hate every single one of them. That's why I stood here. Planning. Which one would I have to kill next? Which one had to be baked into my awesome food?
Mr.Obama, the English teacher and debate teacher, loved my food. I wish he debated over me.
I always made sure to cook up the ones giving him a hard time. Little did he know that every time he took a bite he took a bite of human flesh. Another bite of the kid that would be in the news the next day. Another victim of the awesome serial killer.
Me and my friends, me, myself, and I, traveled through the halls. I was walking down the hall when all of the gym teacher, Harry Styles, stopped me.
"Mr.Husky. Hey. So I was wondering if you would, I-I don't know. Go out for dinner sometime?" Pathetic fool
But Mr.Obama liked him. What if I did this to make him jealous?
"Sure!" I faked enthusiasm.
So this is what I was doing now?
It was this sunday.
I saw Mr.Obama and his son, Cornelius. Cornelius was a stoner. It was plain as day. Mr.Obama always said he was a pain but those blackened lungs wouldn't taste good in my food. And besides, I season my food enough to where the extra flavor isn't needed.
Principal. Grande. Ariana Grande came up to me. She was always suspicious. I would cook her up too but that would only be bad for me and my job. Let's just say the principal isn't a big fan of mine.
"Mr.Huskey. There was a murder last night." She said, looking me up and down. "Let's make sure you do your best to keep the students safe. And...stop any harmful actions you may see." She said before turning away.
I sighed. The want to clear my head overpowered my morals. So, I pulled up my mask and dipped a cloth in chloroform. I waited until a kid strolled past. Stepping out quietly, I put the cloth in front of his mouth but he struggled. After a bit I sighed and just snapped his neck. Little shit. I shushed him as I lugged him into the trunk of my Tesla Cybertruck. He doesn't deserve a proper burial. He only causes pain and stress for his teachers. He'll go with the others. In my food.
I stepped into my house and started preparing ingredients. I will probably make meatloaf. It is a favorite dish of my love, Obama. Once I had everything ready I got the kid from my trunk and took him into the shed in my backyard. I got out my finest knives and butchered him. My skills were perfect. I tossed a piece to my dog, Quijas.
I walked into school with the meat pie and headed over to Mr. Obama's office. He smiled. God his smile was tantalizing, I'd give anything to see that smile everyday in my life, and I mean anything.
"Hey, Obama. I accidentally cooked way too much last night so do you want some of the leftovers." I asked pushing the meat pie closer to him.
"Oh, Mr.Husky. you always say that. I'd love to though. I've been really stressed recently."
Then Harry Styles strode into the room.
I saw Obama brighten up immediately and God. I hated it.
"Hey Obama. I got you some grade reports. It looks like some kids might have to drop out of debate."
"Oh dear. Maybe I could get some extra educational help" He murmured to himself. It was adorable.
"OK, also. Mr.Husky are we still on for sunday? I could pick you up at 6?" Harry Styles said.
"Yeah." I said smiling. Harry Styles then left the room.
"What's going on?" Obama asked.
"Oh just a date" I said, waiting for his reaction.
"Oh" He said darkly I could see him getting mad. It was hot. Bark bark.
"Well, have fun. I gotta take Cornelius to a doctor's appointment." He said quickly, grabbing the meat pie and his coat and leaving.
His urgency and hurry to get out of the room hurt me beyond words could express but at least I knew he was getting jealous.
It was Sunday at 5 p.m. I just got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked towards my closet. I picked out a nice baby blue button down and some gray pants. I undid the top few buttons and combed my hair to the side. I sprayed some cologne and brushed my teeth. Did I really want to attend the date? No but I had to make Obama think I did.
It was almost six now and I looked at myself in the mirror. "Damn, I look hot." I said. That's when the doorbell rang.
I answered it and found Harry Styles at my door. He got all red when he saw me.
"You look nice." He said as I closed my door and we started walking to his car.
"Thank you. So do you." I said, flashing him a smile. It was almost cute the way he got flustered every time I spoke. He was wearing black pants and a green button down. It was sage. I did have to admit that he looked nice but how I longed for Obama to be the one leading me to his car.
He held the door open for me and I got in.
"I got us a reservation at that really nice steak place." He said as he drove.
"Yay. I've always wanted to go but they only take reservations for two or more." I said. I actually have always wanted to go. Maybe the food wouldn't be as bad as having to go with Harry.
He played some jazz music, my favorite.
When we got there we were led to our table and given menus.
"Wow, I don't know what to pick." He said when he picked up the menu.
"I will probably get the filet mignon." I said. It looked and sounded really good.
"I think I might go with a nice salad." He said. I could tell he was nervous. He didn't want to seem like a pig. It was almost like he was a mouse and I was a cat. This might almost be fun.
"So, what do you do in your free time?" I ask. I wanted this to go well so I can continue to make Obama jealous.
"Well I used to be a big pop singer but once I joined the teaching industry I had to stop that but I still try to get out some songs when I can." He said.
"Maybe you can perform for me sometime." I said. He turned tomato red.
"Y-yeah maybe." He said, looking away. He took a bite of his salad and I ate my steak. It was marvelous. I'm sure I could create a pretty close copy at home.when we were finished I paid. He kept insisting that he should but I assured him that I would to it to repay his generosity. We stepped out side. I oIhad a drink or two inside so it felt nice to get out. Harry on the other hand only got water. He took my hand in his and led me to his car.
"So if you were an animal which one would you be?" He asked.
"What kind of question is that?" I asked. I laughed a bit. I didn't expect to enjoy it this much but I still love Obama.
"Just answer it!" He exclaimed.
"Ok...maybe...a lion or a monkey. What about you?" I asked. If he was going to interrogate me I am going to interrogate him.
"Probably a...cheetah." He said.
"Hmm...why?" I asked.
"I don't know. I just like animals. What about you? Why are you a lion or monkey?" He asked.
"Same as you. I just like animals." I said.
We got back to my house. I was kind of a little disappointed. I don't know why. Harry Styles wasn't a bad person and was actually quite nice but I still like Obama. I still love Obama.
He walked me to the door. I was about to say goodbye but when I turned around he kissed me. I think he realized what he did because he pulled away and put his hand on his mouth.
"I'm so sorry. I know you didn't ask for it and God I'm just so-" I didn't let him finish.
I kissed him again.i pulled his waist in. It was honestly...kind of perfect. It wasn't with Obama but I haven't been kissed like this in so long.
He cupped my chin as I lifted to my toes to reach his lips.
He pulled away as I fumbled with the door knob. Why did keys have to be so complicated? I felt him come up behind me and put his hands on my hips. If any of my neighbors see this I might actually die.
I open the door and pull him inside. He pushes me against the door and kisses me again. I push him away and put my hands on his shoulders as I pant for air. "There is a bed room down the hall." I say.
"At least you took me out to dinner first." He responds. I laugh a little as I take his hand again and lead him to my bedroom.