"... And how was your day Mr. Styles?"
I sighed, I didn't wanna be in this stupid staff meeting. I could feel myself grip my pants, only stopping once I realized the tips of my knuckles had turned white. I moved my head to look at the several eyes now on me.
"I'm doing great, darling." I said while smiling as big as I could. I could feel my dimple poke out as I tried not showing my real emotion. No one seemed to sense I was in a bad mood.
"Great because today is your first day on the job, we are all excited to be meeting you!" She exclaimed with a very thick American accent. If I was honest I didn't even know why I was in a bad mood. I don't usually feel like I wanna punch everyone, but today was different.
Today was the day I started my first day ever at Lakeside High. Maybe that was the reason for the mood change. It was a very well funded school, mostly containing rich, snobby kids. I loved coaching football and teaching piano but I never imagined I would be so miserable doing what I loved. I recently just transferred from Paris, though I was raised in the UK. So my accent had a weird combination of both descents.
I transferred because I wanted a change, I wanted to feel alive again. I felt hollow, like at any moment something was going to grab me and force my head underwater. I tried to snap out of my thoughts, not wanting to think too hard on my feelings.
I ran my hands through my long curly hair, which reached each side of my ears. I could feel my curls devouring my ears, as the brown haired girl kept speaking about something that I didn't bother listening to. I then felt eyes on me.
I looked over to see a rather petite blonde female. She looked to be 23, which was rather young to be teaching. Her face immediately turned red as she noticed I caught her staring.
I cheekily winked back, in hopes of her not looking back in my direction from embarrassment. She quickly looked down while biting her lip. I rolled my eyes internally as I shifted my gaze back on whomever was speaking, I didn't want to get in trouble on the first day.
"This seems to be it! Any questions?" Said the gleeful lady with brown hair. I raised my hand not knowing what to do, cause I literally just dazed off. Of course I wasn't going to let on that I didn't pay attention. I didn't want to give off bad vibes already.
"Yes, Mr. Styles?" She said a little too eagerly for my liking.
"Will you help me around, love? I might accidentally forget something, bad memory and all." I said all while running my finger across my jaw line, raising one eyebrow.
I knew if I faked it until I made it, then hopefully no one would realize I had no idea what to do. No one here yet knew I was bisexual though. Which was a thought that made knots in my stomach churn. I had a lot of bullying in my childhood, which is why I was so hesitant to tell anyone. I didn't like opening up, especially to strangers.
She smirked and agreed. She was quite beautiful but I didn't like her in that way. Which made me feel sympathy for her. I didn't want to lead anyone on, but I certainly needed her help after my little stunt of not listening. I mean I didn't even know America that well yet, and I still had the audacity to ignore everyone.
Just then the brown haired woman told everyone that those were all her announcements and everyone was welcome to stay and eat the cookies she brought. In that moment everyone seemed to stand up, some running out and some staying back.
I stood up and grabbed a cookie, not wanting to be rude. Just then I heard a quite infectious laugh from in front of me. I looked up to see a blonde Irish man talking to a boy with hazelnut hair and puppy dog eyes. I ate my cookie in 3 bites and headed over to introduced myself.
"Hello mates, my name is Harold but you can call me Harry." I held my hand out while offering a polite smile. The two men gazed at me.
"Hi Harry! I'm Niall." The blonde boy spoke rather rushed but happily. He took my hand and shook it, I made sure to do a strong shake before letting go.
"I'm Liam, I'm the biology teacher. Your the new football coach right?" He said while going in for a side hug instead. I happily obliged.
"Yea, it's pretty obvious though." I chuckled. I looked over to Niall with questioning eyes, wondering what he does. Just before I could ask I could feel a pair of hands tap on my back. I slowly turned not wanting my new discussion to end.
"H..hi, my name is Taylor." The young familiar blonde woman spoke, not making eye contact. I reached my hand out In curtesy offering a hand shake.
"What's up darling, I'm Harold." I said not wanting to allow her to call me Harry. I smiled a bit sloppily, not putting my whole heart into it.
She shook my hand and almost immediately excused herself towards the bathroom which I didn't mind. Now I did manage to see her wave over a few friends before she went which gave me an uneasy feeling. I turned backed and continued my conversation with Liam and Niall. I really liked them, eventually though I went around and introduced myself to the rest of the people their.
Finally everything settled down and I managed to make a few friends. It was still early in the morning and since I was the new coach I also taught P.E. Which sucked but whatever, can't win them all. It was still pretty early though, only rounding to 2pm in the afternoon. They gave the new teachers and the old the basic run throughs.
I spent the rest of my day exploring my office and being toured around by the nice brown haired woman. I learned her name which was Camila. I thought it was quite a pretty name, I never fancied my own. She also gave me my schedule, which was helpful. The new year was about to begin on Monday, since I was a last minute replacement of the old coach who quit.
