Hellhound At Supernatural Academy-Chapter 40: Return of the Hellhound

May 21, the Day I Returned to School. After leaving the hospital, I took a few days off from school to rest, as ordered by the doctor. During that time, I had limited contact with anyone except for Sarah, Jeffrey, and Amelia. Sarah visited my dorm room regularly to update me on how things were progressing at school. Fortunately, things remained relatively peaceful between my class and the others.

The most shocking news I received was that Rizor was back and had taken control of Class C since Julius was still hospitalized. To my surprise, the school was more lenient than I had anticipated. The only punishment we faced was the loss of the noble points we earned during the special training regimen. As for Leto, the official story was that he had to switch schools due to a family emergency.

That was probably a result of Famine’s influence, which begs the question: how much power does he have at this school?

Jeffrey and I left our dorm room together and made our way down the hall, tapping the call button for the elevator. When the door opened, we were met with an unexpected sight: Liam and his two female companions were staring back at us.

We awkwardly stared at each other until Jeffrey surprisingly broke the silence.

"Come on, Sin, let’s take the stairs."

That seemed like the best course of action. I couldn’t imagine Ava or Liam wanting to share an elevator with me, so we turned to leave.

"W-Wait!" Ava shouted as we turned away. "It’s fine, we don’t mind—"

"What are you doing?" Mia interrupted, grabbing her by the shoulder, shaking her head in disapproval.

"It’s just that... I..."

"Just let them go," Mia insisted.

"Tsk. Come on, Sin, let’s go," Jeffrey said, walking away and pulling me along with him.

"I can’t stand that guy," Jeffrey started as we descended the stairs. "He must think he owns this school or something. Poor Ava doesn’t have a choice but to do what he says since she’s in his class."

Poor Jeffrey. If only he knew the truth—not that I’d tell him. He really saved me back there. I didn’t know what Ava was trying to pull, but I was sure it would have been detrimental to me. I should stay away from her; who knows what she might try if given the chance. She hated me before, and this whole event probably made it even worse.

The moment I stepped into the classroom, my classmates—usually oblivious to my presence—surrounded me, forming an almost impenetrable wall. They bombarded me with questions about the fight I had with other class leaders. Sarah had warned me how overwhelming it would be, but I didn’t expect this. They looked at me as if I were a hero, tapping me on the back and offering words of support.

Being the awkward person that I am, I mostly just stood there and nodded. Before I knew it, lights were flashed as some of them began to take photos. In no time, I found myself roped into having lunch with a group of them and walking home with another set. Not all of them seemed enthusiastic about my return; Finn glared at me from his seat.

Somehow, I managed to separate myself from the crowd and made my way over to someone I needed to thank. She seemed surprised when I approached her. It was extremely uncomfortable with the entire class staring at us, and I could sense her unease. It would probably be best if we spoke out side.

"Maimai, can we talk outside, if you’re not busy?"

"M-Me? Oh, alright." Together, we exited the classroom into the hallway. "So, what did you want to talk about?" she asked, looking away somewhat shyly.

"Sarah told me you visited me in the hospital and brought flowers. I just wanted to thank you."

"Oh really? She told you all that? It’s kind of embarrassing. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, like you did for me. Anyway, is there something else you wanted to talk about?"

"No, just that. Sorry for keeping you; you can get back to your friends now," I said, turning to leave.

"Wait," she said, gripping my shirt sleeve a little forceful. "What about that thing?"

That thing? What is she referring to?

"You know what we talked about on the bus."

"Oh that’s right, you said you wanted to speak to me about something. We can talk now if you want."

"No!!" Her voice traveling along the hallway, drawing the attention of some students. Realizing this, she quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment, her face flushing red. "I’m sorry. It’s just that it’s not something suitable to discuss here."

"If you’re free after school, we can talk in my dorm room." I suggested.

"Your dorm room? I’m not ready for that yet. How about we schedule a time to meet outside of school? How about Saturday? Are you free on Saturday?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Great! Let’s meet then. You can pick the time and place. I’m fine with whatever you choose, just text me whenever you decide. Oh, we should exchange numbers." We exchanged phones to add our numbers. "Okay, that should be good. Feel free to message me whenever," she said, running back to the classroom leaving me standing in the hallway. Just then a voice spoke from behind. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"I see you’re getting along well with your classmates. I’m glad you’re taking your role as class leader seriously," recognizing the voice, I instinctively jumped away creating a bit of distance between me and the person.

"That’s not how a student should react to their homeroom teacher. Quit acting like a wild animal, or you’ll draw attention to us."

"That’s the only valid reaction when an enemy sneaks up on you from behind. Were you expecting a kiss on the cheek?

"No. Not from you at least."

"Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?"

"Is that what you’d prefer?"

"I’d prefer not to have anything to do with you."

"Good, then we’re in agreement. As long as you stay out of my way and don’t cause any trouble, we should get along just fine."

What is he after? What the hell is one of the Four Horsemen doing as a teacher at a high school? And why spare my life? A flood of questions raced through my mind. Whatever his reasons are, I don’t like it.

I know he is stronger than I am, but the way he spoke to me without a hint of wariness seriously ticked me off—like I was a dog that had been put in its place for misbehaving and now had no choice but to behave. Something within me was stirring.

I want to crush him.