Maths Teacher

Chapter 1

so hey
i know there are a lot of stories written about harry being a sexy teacher and all, although i do suspect you will enjoy this one because it's a little different.
enjoy my lovelies
Helena xo
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I dreaded every footstep I took towards the brick building. Even though I had a few weeks to prepare myself for it, when it really comes to coming back to school, you're never really ready. There was not much to look forward to anyway. It was just lessons and eight hours of my day practically wasted. I genuienly loved learning, though I did lack a lot of motivation.
I tied my dark blond, quite long wavy hair into a ponytail and adjusted my shirt. Since I was a freshman, I made an effort to look nice for the first day. At least I had one specific lesson to look forward to - maths. Something about it spoke to me, it's almost like a different language. Rumours say there's a new teacher in the maths department, but then again, they say that every year.
My phone buzzed, indicating I got a message.
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Luisa:
Aye, I'm by the front door. Meet me there. x
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I replied;
I'm literally 15 metres away from the door.
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The message was sent and read, and not a second later, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground.
"Lelê, I missed you so friggen much my lost puppy!" A familiar voice screeched.
My backpack had fallen on the floor and I figured Luisa was on top of me, "You're embarrassing yourself, get off. People are going to start thinking we're a couple or something." I managed to say in-between laughs.
She had risen to her feet and offered me a helping hand. I murmurred a 'thank you' and picked up my school bag from the rocky ground. We started walking inside and tried to find our way to the lockers.
"I'm so nervous," she said, and I looked at her with a frown, "We're freshmen now. Like, things start happening. Boys, kissing-"
"Life choices, serious assessments," I jokingly interrupted. She returned a small punch on my left shoulder, "Ow."
"Party pooper." Lu teased.
We remained silent after, eyeing the different people around us - some new, some familiar, strolling along the hallways. The lockers weren't too far away as we reached them soon enough. It was just pure coincidence that Luisa's was right next to mine and we did a little celebratory dance.
I took out my timetable from my bag and had a look through today's periods, "What periods do we have today?" I asked, since I couldn't find the page.
"English, Physics, Geography, Art and then Maths." She replied, obviously someone had practiced it off by heart.
The bell rang that same instance, "Right, let's get a move on. We haven't got all day."
All lessons went pretty much the same. Introduction, forgetting things and wrong name calling. The teachers had set seats so Luisa and I sat quite far apart and didn't see much of each other at all, apart from lunch where we met some new people.
Finally, after going through all those painfully long hours of nonsense, we got to the real stuff. Maths was the reason I made it through the day in the first place.
The mathematics room was on the other side of the school, so I made an effort to get there a few minutes before the bell rang to get my stuff ready in time.
I swiftly sat down in a seat at the front, supposing at least a teacher would allow a random seating order, and prepared my "maths kit". My pen and paper were neatly lined up, the clock still showed that 5 minutes were left until the period started.
"In early?"
My head shot up to where the raspy deep voice came from. A tall, slim figure stood by the doorway, eyeing me intently as my mouth gaped open.
"I-I wanted to get h-here early, to you know,"
"Don't worry about it," he chuckled, "I'm Mr. Styles. You are?"
"Helena. It's a really old name," I shuffled uncomfortably, "I don't like it."
Mr. Styles nodded and pouted thoughtfully, "It's shakespearean, quite the beautiful name."
I felt myself go red with embarrassment. Was this our new maths teacher?
He made his way to the desk at the front of the room. Shit, that meant he was our new teacher. I did absolutely not know what was going on with me, but I found him extremely attractive. Mr. Style's brown curly hair which fitted his perfectly shaped face did something that made me feel odd, I couldn't explain it.
The room started to fill with students while Mr. Styles greeted every single one of them. How polite he was. For now...

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Sooo.. I hope this was bearable. I didn't actually edit this so there might be some silly mistakes. Sweet dreams and harry snuggles.
-Helena