The Campus Killings {#LGBTQ #HORROR #FRIGHT}

Chapter Two

Jake was awoken the next day with a shove from his roommate — as his eyes blearily blinked open, he realised he hadn't actually heard her come in.

As the girl's face came into focus, he struggled to put a name to it, though a second shove from her forced him to abandon the thought entirely as he groaned and exclaimed, "Bloody hell, I'm up!"

"I'd hope so." she smiled, amused, "Your first class is in... three minutes ago."

Jake cocked a confused eyebrow, "What are you talking abo—"

His eyes fell on the clock, of which, the red, digital numbers blared 9:03, forcing him upright as he hissed under his breath.

"Shit." he pushed himself out of the bed, groaning at the uncomfortable pressure on his back being relieved as he pulled his suitcase out from under his bed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Willa seemed to be somewhat amused by his haphazard panic, heading out the door with a grin and a singsong, "Good luuuck!"

Jake cursed some more as the door closed behind him, quickly changing from his pyjamas to something somewhat presentable — a white t-shirt and some jeans and he briefly fixed his hair before heading out the door.

It wasn't until he eventually found his class, at about eleven past that he realised he'd forgotten his laptop, as well as a pen, a notebook or anything to actually help him. 

Just as he was about to run back, he locked eyes with the tutor, the man's gaze sharp enough to cut directly into his soul.   Without removing his steely gaze that practically forced Jake to cower under it, the man opened the door and the young man meekly stepped inside, feeling the eyes of the class on him.

Professor Vladimir Petrović seemed to be giant, at least several inches taller than Jake's own five feet ten — his shoulders were broad, obviously hiding some considerable brawn under the slim-fitting red buttoned shirt and black corduroy trousers he was wearing.

He was a man in his mid forties, with white skin pulled back tight against sharp, distinctly Eastern European cheekbones, his eyes a penetrating slate grey-blue.  White blond, slicked back hair topped his head, a single strand falling down to compliment the terrifying, yet strangely alluring face.

After a second, the man spoke, his words dripping with a thick Serbian accent as well as a level of dry wit, "It seems our new classmate has finally decided to join us." his hand tapped the back of Jake's back, making him flinch involuntarily as he turned to the rest of the class.

Before him were a sea of unfamiliar faces, all sat behind computer monitors and laptops  — some were laughing under their breaths, and it made Jake even more uneasy.

It made his anxiety flare up like fire in his belly, scorching through his veins as he attempted to ignore the prying eyes, scattered laughter and muttered gossip.

"Well, unless you wish to delay my class any further, I'd take your seat." Petrović lip curled with distaste, and Jake resisted the urge to violently recoil.

He nodded quickly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he headed to the one free seat in the class, thankfully with its own monitor, since he realised as soon as he sat down that he had forgotten his laptop. He was by a slightly open window, though as he noticed his neighbour writing notes down in a white, lined pad as Petrović continued on with his lesson, he realised how unprepared he was.

Of course this would happen on his first day. He should've stayed in bed.

Jake dropped his head into his hands briefly then let his gaze distractedly stray out the window, where he could feel a slight breeze and hear the sound of other students on the running track, only a few metres away from the ground floor window of the classroom.