Meet Mr. Murderer

Two

The class itself is held in a moderately small building opposite from the main hall. Our teachers, Prof. Gonzales and Mr. Hart, her apprentice, were preparing the materials when I walked in.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I checked my watch, realizing I was six minutes early due to the early dismissal.

"Ms. Belles, you're actually early this time." Mr. Hart teased as a smirk aligned his mouth.

I huffed, using a sweater clad hand to hide half of my burning face as I saw Prof. Gonzales giggling behind her hand.

"Prof. Johnson got busted for her 'Psycho Killer will come for us all' rants by Mr. Grice. So we got dismissed earlier." When my blush finally receded, I slid my hand off my face to bury in my pockets. I made my way down the row of seats to sit where I usually do.

Mr. Hart raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to complain to us about it? Like some of your fellow classmates have?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why complain to you when I called her a hypocrite to her face?"

Prof. Gonzales's laughter overpowered her hand, but she quickly tried to feign a serious expression when a group of students filtered through the entryway.

Mr. Hart's smirk shifted, hinting at a genuinely amused smile as he turned away to face his elder.

With Prof. Gonzales smiling at him fondly I could just barely overhear her whisper, "And to think you had a whole speech planned for her."

His response was inaudible over the students who piled into their seats in front of me.

I groaned, flopping my head onto the table as annoyance pulsed through me. I already wanted to leave as the squeals and giggles pounded on the inner walls of my skull.

Why must people be obsessed with any hot piece of meat that walks through the door? I mean, I understand Mr. Hart is only 26, but he's still your teacher and it's rather rude to be scheming among your friends about how to get him into your beds. He's right in front of you for Holy's sake.

Prof. Gonzales hit her meter stick on her desk, seeking everyone's attention after they were settled in their seats. "Welcome to class. For this fine Friday morning we're going to delve into our Greek unit. Starting with their sacrifices, since death seems to be on the brain with a serial killer on the loose. Shall we?"

With those words all seventy-eight of us got out our notebooks, laptops, and other utensils to write any notes down.

For the next ninety minutes we were given a unit overview describing all our assignments, when they were due, and reading materials for each part. While Prof. Gonzales prepared and handed out all the assignments, reading sources, and instructions in case we wanted to get ahead, Mr. Hart started explaining the Greek deities and worshiping methods mortals used. He briefly covered the commonly known ones before describing the lesser known deities in more details. In Mr. Hart's lecture, Prof. Gonzales would add something  or ask questions to keep everyone from dozing off.

I'm not going to lie, for how much people obsess over his looks I can praise his ability on not being a complete airhead.

After they dismissed us, I slid all my paperwork into my Mythology folder, heading outside to meet up with Morgan.

A/N
I know this is a shorter chapter but I was running out of ideas when I wrote this. So here is a whopping 571 words. And I was kind of wondering if I should make a cast list for the characters, but don't know who I'd put for who.
Any suggestions?
Loony