Devil's Soul

Chapter 10 (proof that the world was not a better place)

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The new professor entered the classroom, and Abhinav cursed under his breath.

I gave him an inquiring look.

“That’s Professor Petros,” Abhinav explained, except that didn’t really explain anything to me.

“Have you had him before?” I asked.

He nodded stiffly and drummed his fingers on his desk. “I took a math course with him.” He shuddered. “The memories alone make me cringe.” He suddenly grabbed his armrests and looked at me with an intense gaze. “He’s come back to haunt me, Mavis!”

I examined Professor Petros. He didn’t seem so bad. He had glasses, a bit of a belly, and a bald spot. He looked normal to me. I didn’t mind if he wasn’t one of those professors that tried to be best friends with all of the students by bringing them doughnuts. I just needed someone who cared about teaching and not just their research. He looked like the kind of guy who would care. He was currently organizing his papers on his desk and taking the time to write some things onto the board. A professor who didn’t care wouldn’t do those things.

Abhinav grabbed my shoulders and turned me back to face him. “Mavis! Are you even listening to me?! We are all doomed!”

“I don’t see what the problem is,” I mumbled.

Abhinav let out some manic laughter. He could be quite the drama queen sometimes. “The problem?! The problem is that Professor Petros is Greek. Greek, Mavis!”

“So?”

“So I can’t understand a word he says!”

The blood drained from my face. “Oh,” I said as the horror of the situation began to sink in.

“Why couldn’t we wait until the end of the semester to expose Professor Belkin?” Abhinav whined.

“Well, it’s not like we exposed him on purpose.”

Abhinav straightened in his seat with a look of hope drawing up his features. “Mavis!” he whispered enthusiastically, “Look at him with your demon vision. I bet we can bust him for keeping a few skeletons in his closet!”

I made a show of rolling my eyes, but I secretly liked this plan. I closed my eyes and focused on the soft chatter in the classroom. I was met with disappointment when I opened them. “He’s squeaky clean,” I sighed.

“Good thing your job is to fix that,” a sleek male voice came from behind me. Like right behind me. He had to have been leaning forward in his seat to be that close to me. The thing is, no one had been sitting behind us a moment ago, and I hadn’t seen anyone come in.

So that’s why I didn’t take the time to make my eyes look human before I spun around in my seat and shouted, “Where the hell did you come from?!” This earned me a few nervous glances from my peers. The shouting part, not the eye part. They were too far away from me to see the details of my irises.

I think if I had caught sight of him while I was shouting, I would have stopped mid-sentence. He was hot. I mean from an objective point of view. His face was symmetrical and flawless. Any man or woman would have agreed that his features were aesthetically pleasing.

He had blue eyes and light brown hair that was gelled into that spikey look guys try to pass off as natural. He was wearing a golden brown trench coat that seemed expensive, except the ends of the sleeves were frayed and worn. The coat was hanging open to show his dark blue jeans and black V-neck shirt, which had three buttons leading up to the point of the “V”. The “V” exposed only the ends of his collar bones, but that was all I needed to see to know they had a nice shape to them.