The Beautiful Monsters

Things get weirder.

Okay. I had time to get myself off before class, thank god. I step outside into the cold air and adjust my scarf. I make sure I have the right bag for today's classes and start down the path to the main Silas campus. I see the shards of glass where the window broke, but no one is there. Huh. I'll call someone to fix that soon. I approach the Summer Society house, where I see Danny teaching some younger girls how to shoot a bow. I look over across the street and...Zetas. Wonderful. They aren't exactly the most tolerable group of young men, but eh. They're alright. I see one of the frat boys I recognize. Wilson Kirsh. He's kind of a dick. And Annoying. But he tries to be nice. He just needs a lesson in manners. He's one of the better Zetas, who back off when a girl (or guy, depending on the situation) says "No". The others try to push but back off after a while.

While walking around the corner, I see something out of the corner of my eye. Someone watching me. I wonder if it's connected to what happened last night..Anyway. I get to the literature building and walk in. It's hard to focus. I keep thinking about everything. The dreams, the grave, the woman, the other woman, the man, it's swarming around in my head like a cloud of locusts so large it blocks out the sun. I get into the class and sit down. A new teacher..no..Holy shit..It's the dean. The fucking dean. Lilita Morgan. At least 40, in a suit and with her hair tight in a bun. Shes looking around. Did she just..smile at me? No, that would be impossible. She continues with the lesson, speaking about some book that I can't remember. I can't even focus. But..something feels off. I'm not sure what. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. Someone comes into class, I can hear the door. They sit near me. A row back.
I look.
She's wearing all black, sunglasses and a coat over pale skin. I can't tell much about her, because she's covered most of her features. She smiles at me, a smirk dancing on red lips. Something..familiar about her.
It hits me.
She was the one in my room.
Why is she here? What does she want? Is she following me? What is going on?
Class just ended. The girl whispers "Hey there, cutie." I'm about to respond when the Dean says "Ms. Hollis, Can you stay after class?" I look behind me.
The girl is gone.