My Professor

Ch. 1

From the moment she stepped foot into the lecture hall, Violet could feel it. One by one the eyes of her peers latched onto her and followed her through the space as she found her way to her seat. A pair of eyes lingered on her a second longer than the rest of the room after she had taken her seat. The stare of the individual left her feeling uneasy, but Violet couldn't put her finger on why, nor could she catch the culprit. She sighed and pulled her laptop out. As soon as she opened it up to login, she felt the weight of that single pair of eyes again. She flicked her eyes up to see if she was just imagining it, but whoever it was looked away quicker than she could see. Maybe she was just crazy. Violet found herself lost thought when a voice filled the air.

"Good morning everyone, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid and I am a retired FBI profiler from the Behavioral Analysis Unit. In this class we will learn how to examine and piece together the puzzle of a serial killer's mind." Violet was already intrigued with the man as soon as he spoke. He really knew how to draw in the attention of the room. Not only that, but his looks seemed to attract even more attention from the rest of the room. Violet examined him as he continued. She watched as he threw his hands here and there to express himself. He was truly captivating, but something about him didn't sit right with her. Every once in a while his eyes made their way across the room, and every time they made contact with her she felt some kind of force behind them. Like there was something hiding there waiting to come out. It was almost eerie, but not in the sense of a killer. He has this weird sense of mystery about him.

Her attention was drawn back to front of the room as the professor clapped his hands. "...and you should be sure the check out some books in the library to help you with your understanding of the content. There's not much else to cover today. Next week we will begin our first lesson. Thank you everyone, you're dismissed. I'll be up at the front if you have any questions." Violet stood to packed up her things. She followed the rest of the students down the rows of tables to the front. She looked over at her professor for a quick moment. He packed up his things with such care. His hands seemed so gentle, but that feeling lingered. His eyes met hers in that brief moment and suddenly she realized it was him at the beginning of class. It was him who was watching her. But why her? What did she do to capture his attention. She left the room that day with many unanswered questions and an ounce of suspicion.