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I was currently on my way to my final class of the day, and I was already looking forward to dying. Why is college so hard? How to people make it through without jumping off a cliff at least once?255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGXOzqZ4nRT
Like what am I even supposed to do with all this useless data?!
"Hey Pheonyx!" Beatrice greets me again. "NOPE!" I shout, warning her to not approach me and try to talk. I've seen too much of her already, and right now I'm neither in the mood, nor the right state of mind to deal with another human.
I walked into the classroom a few minutes earlier, so there were a lotta vacant seats. I decided to take the last seat in the corner, next to a window, so that I could stare out every time I get too bored, and keep an eye out for any suspicious activities within the class.
Beatrice was about to take the seat next to me, but took the middle seat in the row ahead of mine because she found someone hot. Well, at least with her gone, I can try focusing on other things. She talks too much, which is pretty amusing at times, but also really annoying when she doesn't stop.
Minutes later the entire class is filled with people. Only a few seats remain vacant now. The one next to me, the one a few seats in front of mine, and two in the first row. One in the middle too actually, but that's next to Pathetic Peter.255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG7fCK0soQB
And no one really likes him.
"Alright everyone, I know how excited you are to just get over with this class and enjoy the rest of your day, but please settle down now." The professor then barged into the room, shushing us all. "For those of you who don't know me... I'm Marco Polo. You may address me as MR. Polo." He introduces himself.
Everyone burst out laughing at his name "Stop laughing! God y'all are so insensitive." He scoffs, shushing us all. "Marco!" One guy calls. "Polo." Another girl yells back, and everyone else began laughing some more.
"Okay you guys, this is literally so un-funny." Mr. Polo rolls his eyes. "I hate every single one of you already." He grumbles, making us laugh some more. "Alright, now everybody SHUT UP or I'm gonna fail you all!" He finally yells, frustrated.
Pin drop silence followed.
"Mwahahaha I thought so." He then cackled maniacally, feeling powerful. I wonder how many therapists quit on him. Bro must be so broken cuz of that name his parents gave to him. Actually, what is up will all these weird names?
First Rudolf, and now Marco Polo. I might as well befriend a girl named Mona Lisa. "Monalisa Mortega." I was snapped outta my thoughts by Mr. Polo calling out someone's name for attendance, and a girl in the middle row awkwardly raised her hand. "Here." She mumbles.
I rest my case💀
A few minutes later, when he marked the attendance, he was about to start the class, but that's when the door flung open, and someone barged into the classroom. I turned back to see who it was, and my heart stopped when I realized who it was.
"Ivan Ivanov..." Mr. Polo called. Wait, Ivanov? IVAN IVANov? Yikes, I really don't know which name is worse at this point. Rudolf or Ivan Ivan... Just how full of self-hatred is he to name himself something like that?! But clearly this guy has some connections with the Underworld if he managed to create a fake identity.
"How nice of you to finally join us." He smiles sarcastically. Ivan didn't say a thing. Only shot Mr. Polo a cold, hard stare, that sent chills down my spine. "P-please take a seat so that w-we can begin with our l-lesson..." Mr. Polo gulps, breaking the eye contact.
Ivan just scanned the room with his nonchalant eyes, looking for a seat. He stood there in silence for a minute, before walking up to me. For some reason, his presence really intimidated me, so my grip on the knife in my pocket tightened instinctively.
He never really acknowledged my existence, however, and just looked through me, taking the seat next to mine. He just stared right ahead, never looking at anyone else, or saying anything. Not even introducing himself.255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoTYpwxKvRO
Well, it's a different thing that probably everyone here knows him.
I've never really been in such close proximity to any victim of mine, unless I was killing them, of course. To be honest, I've never been so captivated by any of them either. Mostly cuz they were all middle-aged men.255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8cMYq4qn4
One was pretty fine though.
However man had like 5 wives in different countries, and I don't know about anyone else, but I personally find disloyalty a very un-hot quality. Nothing dries me up faster than a cheater. Wait, why am I even thinking about this right now?255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrL9QOHE52Q
Not that I find him... uh, hot, anyway.
I was just uh... noting certain changes in his appearance after the morning coffee incident. He was pretty much wearing the same sweatpants, but instead of the hoodie, he was wearing a plain black tee. Pretty basic if you ask me, but he pulled it off well.
Now that the hood wasn't covering his head anymore, I noticed his distinctive features in a more detailed manner. His jaw was so sharp that it could easily cut up a bitch. His nose was sharp and defined. His hair was messy, and fluffy.
And don't even get me started on those juicy pink lips!
Ayo what? I should shut up oh my god. Am I the only one who always fights with herself for getting weird thoughts? I should've gone for therapy a long time ago smh. But like, his arms were so lean but muscular. He was in really good shape.
Like duh. To kill people, you need to be strong. His charcoal grey eyes were filled with emotions, yet were impossible to read. That's when I noticed the scar across his right cheek. How did I not see this before? It just made him seem so much more intimidating.
What've I gotten myself into?!
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