In Love with a Devil

BRISTOL UNIVERSITY

Bristol University's large class hall was abuzz with the sound of scribbling pens and muted chatter.

The economics lecturer stood at the front, enthusiastically explaining complex concepts to a sea of students. While some were engrossed in the lesson, others secretly did as they pleased.

"Hey Naomi, get a haircut," Sasha whispered, sticking a piece of gum to Naomi's long, brown hair.

Naomi's ethereal beauty was undeniable. Her brown eyes sparkled like warm chocolate, framed by thick, curved brows that added to their allure.

Her hair cascaded down her back like a rich, oily waterfall, framing a face that was a masterpiece of elegance.

Her skin was a radiant canvas of creamy white, smooth and unblemished. Her small, cute lips remained still. The oval shape of her eyes added to their allure, giving her an otherworldly charm that was impossible to ignore.

Naomi's expression remained calm as she touched the gum stuck to her hair. She turned to Sasha, her eyes burning with rage, but her voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Thank you." She muttered.

"Sasha, leave her alone. Mr. Steve would freak out if he saw you disrupting the class." Arnold, Sasha's boyfriend, chuckled.

"He can't do anything. Besides, she needs a haircut. Her hair can't be longer than mine." Sasha scoffed.

Naomi's grip on her pencil tightened until it snapped. The students around her burst into laughter.

"O.M.G, little bitch is angry," someone said making the laughter to increase.

"Don't mind them, Naomi. They're just jealous." Alicia, Naomi's best friend, leaned over and whispered.

Alicia's hair was short and black. Her eyes are deep brown in color. Her skin is a light, melanin-toned complexion, with a warm, golden undertone.

Her features were delicate, with high cheekbones and a small nose. Her lips are small and full.

Unlike Naomi, Alicia came from a wealthy family, but she never let their different backgrounds come between them.

Naomi ignored the snickers and tried to focus on the lecturer's words, but it was clear that the incident had left her angry.

LATER ON

Naomi's lectures had finally come to an end, but as she stepped out of the classroom, she realized it was already evening.

The road back to her house was long and isolated, with hardly anyone passing by. Whenever she managed to hail a taxi, it would drop her off at the bus stop, which was still a significant distance from her home. As a result, she had to walk quickly, her senses on high alert.

For the past few days, Naomi had been feeling like someone was following her.

At first, she had dismissed it as mere paranoia, but the feeling persisted.

She couldn't shake off the sense of being watched, and it made her incredibly uneasy.

As she approached her house, Naomi slowed down her pace. The two-story cabin looked old, but it was home, and she felt a sense of comfort wash over her as she stepped inside.

"Mom, are you home?" she called out, but there was no response.

Her eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of her mother's presence.

She made her way to the kitchen, only to find the pot empty.

"Not again," she sighed, feeling frustrated.