Part two: lust

Blue eyes

'Alright! Good night Diana! I'll text you the details!' Sarah called after her friend.

Sarah turned around in her room. She wanted to lay down on the bed and text with Johnny for the rest of the night. That guy was so hot!

Sarah knew she was behaving like a teenage girl, rather than a twenty-two year old student. But this guy just gave her the butterflies in her stomach.

A totally different feeling settled in her stomach when she heard scratching noises coming from the only window in the room. She sat straight up in bed, holding her phone to her chest. After another long second the window creaked open and a girl climbed in with practiced skill. Sarah sighed.

'Jeez, Aliza! I'm so tired of you scaring the shit outta me! Use the damn door for once!'

Aliza landed on her insteps. Her All-star sneakers allowed her to move without a sound. Sometimes she would wear heels to class, but only for short days. She closed the window and stroked her bangs out of her face. She smiled at her friend.

'Don't be such a pussy. No killer would come through that window anyway. It's already way too easy to enter the building by the front door, so why take the trouble?' Aliza answered while walking to the little bathroom to brush her teeth.

'Thanks for making me feel safe,' Sarah said while rolling her eyes.

'And besides,' Aliza said with the brush sticking out of her mouth, 'No fool would pick on me!'

Sarah grunted in irritation. 'Aliza, please tell me you weren't there again?'

The girl spit the toothpaste out in the sink. She watched herself in the mirror. Her hair was too long for her liking, but she kept forgetting to go to a hairdresser. Her blonde hair started to have a habit of curling itself. Her eyes were as weird as usual: one bright blue, the other green-greyish. She hated that about herself. It made her realise every time that something was different about her.

But that past she tried to bury. Or part of it, anyway.

'It's my happy place,' Aliza replied while brushing her hair.

'A happy place is supposed to be a place in the woods, or even an imaginary land with castles and unicorns. Yours is dirty,' Sarah complained. Meanwhile she started texting to Johnny.

Aliza poked her head around the doorframe and gave her friend an suggestive wink.

'I like dirty.'

Sarah tried to sigh, but couldn't help the smirk forming on her face.

Aliza walked back in the main room of their student apartment. They shared a room at the campus. Most of this part was filled with girls. Aliza went out a lot with Sarah and Diana. She was quite social. But she also had her special moments.

'I am serious though. That place is no good for you,' Sarah said, putting her phone down and looking at her friend, now laying down on her bed.

Aliza turned her head. 'Sarah, I don't expect you to understand, but that place is special to me. It helps me face my problems. So please, let me.'

Sarah sighed and gave her an 'whatever' before turning away and continuing typing on her phone.

The clock on the wall ticked nervously. Aliza squinted her eyes at the noisy thing. It was already time for class to begin, but the teacher hadn't shown up yet.

The sound of books falling on the desk next to her startled her from her intense staring contest with the time. Sarah slit in the seat next to her.

'You heard? We get a new guy for this class. Seems like Mister Walby needed a 'time-out',' Sarah informed her. As sociable as Aliza was, her news and gossip source was always Sarah. She just didn't have the ear to listen to those things.

'Well, that's interesting. Maybe the new guy could manage a class full of hipsters wanting to yell their opinion on society,' Aliza said mockingly. Sarah snorted.

Then a guy walked in.

'Sorry I'm late. I needed to copy some work for this class.'

The man, still turning his back on the class, put the papers down on his desk and turned around.

Aliza was mesmerized. The new teacher was quite tall with dark hair and a neat suit with a blue tie. But most intriguing, were his eyes. They were a perfect, almost shining shade of light blue.

'Welcome everyone, to creative writing. I am Jimmy Novak, and I will be your teacher for this semester.'

His voice didn't quite match his appearance. He didn't look like a rough man, but his voice was low and dark. Aliza could only imagine him going down another octave. And a little closer to her ear…

'Today we will start with examining some short stories. Each lesson we will focus on another topic. Each week you make your own short story on the topic,' he started his lecture. He walked to his laptop and started a presentation on the beamer.

'We will start with horror,' Mr. Novak concluded.

Some people exclaimed things like 'yes' and 'dead things!', while others started whining.

On the beamer appeared the beginning of a short story. Aliza recognized it.

'Howard Philips Lovecraft. One of the best writers of horror stories. Now, read this fragment. We will discuss it in a minute or two,' Mr. Novak said.

Aliza couldn't take her eyes away from the man, not even for something good as Lovecraft.

Mr. Novak looked around at the squinting faces, trying to read the text. In the corner of his eye he spotted someone not looking in the same direction. He focused on the girl on the front row. She wasn't paying any attention to the text. Only to…him?

'What is your name?' Mr. Novak asked.

Aliza sat up straight in her chair, leaning forward to show a little cleavage. 'Aliza, Sir.'

'Aliza, why are you not reading the story? Does it bore you so quickly?'

Aliza never took her eyes of the man. God, he was gorgeous. She was never easily swept off her feet by a guy, but she just found the exception. She hungered for more attention.

'I already red it,' she said seductively.

Mr. Novak swallowed and straightened his tie without noticing he did so. She made him nervous. A little smile of victory displayed on her face.

'That's good. Then can you tell me, what the most intriguing part about this story is?' He asked her while pacing around.

Some guy in the back answered before she could. Damn hipsters with their damn strong opinions.

'The monster he described. It was the God of the fish or something? So, he worshipped some kind of old religion.'

Mr. Novak shook his head. 'Lovecraft never worshipped anything, but his own mind. And I believe I was asking the girl in the front.' He turned his attention back to her. 'You have another answer?'

'Well, what surely sticks around, is the fact that the writer kills himself at the end. To me it is always hard to tell, whether he creates a writer for each story, or whether he places himself in it.'

Mr. Novak gave her a smile. 'Very good, Aliza.' He focussed back on the class. 'And that is exactly the thing you are going to explore.'

The lesson went on and on. Aliza already had an idea or two about horror stories. Like the shapeshifter she fought last week. Some things she had left in the past, some things she still did. When she didn't have too much homework, of course.

The class ended. Aliza, for once, hated the sound of the bell, announcing the end of class. She wasn't ready to stop staring at the man in front of it. Sarah waited for her. She waved her off, saying: 'don't wait up. I'll see you at the room.' Sarah shrugged and walked away.

'Mr. Novak?' she began. He was crouched over his desk, sweeping all the papers back together. She startled him slightly, she noticed by the way he froze for a moment. Then he turned his intense gaze at her.

'Your eyes are mesmerizing,' he said without thinking. Then he tried to back out.

'I didn't mean that as a flirtation. What I mean to say is, it is unique,' he bettered himself.

Aliza gave him an honest smile.

'I wouldn't mind if it was a flirtation.'

Mr. Novak cleared his throat. 'What is it you wanted to ask?'

Aliza waited until he met her gaze again. 'Just a little question about the short story. Do I need to write in Lovecraft style, like, not really describing the monster because it would be 'too horrible to explain', or can I throw in all the sickening details?'

Mr. Novak had clearly not expected that question. He blinked a couple of times, wondering whether this sweet-looking girl really just asked him to write about nasty things.

'You…can give your own interpretation, if you like,' he answered with a little voice. Aliza thought it made him look cute, when he was confused. Damn, there was no stopping this anymore.

'I will then. I look forward to next week, Mr. Novak. See you then,' she said with a wink.

His face started to blush. She smiled even brighter at that, leaving the room.

This was fun. It was a bit like hunting.

Find a prey and take it.

And she made sure her prey would be a challenge.

PLOT TWIST!

You didn't see that coming, did ye? If you did, I'll give you a cookie.

So, here is part two. As the theme implies: in the coming part there will be sexual content. My personal favorite kind of stories are the ones with lots of romance and lots of smut, so that's what I'll give. But a good storyline is just as important.

And I personally really care about good English...I can't say I'm good or not...because I'm Dutch. So if I continue to make a mistake you noticed, please inform me!