Derrick's POV
“What do you want?” I asked Oliver, surprised and irritated by his presence at the same time.
“To put it simply, I want you to suffer,” he answered.
We were in my office and he was standing with his back to the door. I'd been rounding up on the assignments I was marking when I’d heard a knock. The door had opened immediately after and I saw him standing there, a mischievous smile on his face. Earlier that morning, I'd gotten weird stares from the students I met on the way to my office. At first, I thought something was wrong with me and I had to check myself repeatedly. Then it occurred to me that students were the only ones staring and I became even more confused.
On getting to my office, the list of tasks waiting to be attended to occupied my mind and I forgot about
