[COMPLETE] Cora Bailey's eyes were once met with a husky green eyed man, thinking nothing of it. Until he showed up as the new teacher at her school, making things incredibly awkward. But soon enough, they couldn't get enough of each other.
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Cora Bailey I walk into school, cramps still painful but I push through it. Niall knows so he won't annoy me, the boys should know too. We walk into class, us being the only ones not in class yet.
Harry was in a black button up, black jeans and converses. I looked at him and smiled quickly, sitting down. When I sat down at my table, a hickey on his neck still. I still had a small one but my hair covered it.
He went on with the lesson and I had my head on the table the whole time, Niall poking me. I slapped his hand away but Harry being Harry, didn't say anything because he knew what was wrong.
There were whispers about Harry having a hickey, either he didn't cover it or forgot. Whichever one it is, no one knew it was me who gave it to him. I had a hand on my lower stomach and the other holding my head up.
I wasn't listening, but I could hear his soothing raspy voice. I needed to change my tampon already. Fuck sakes, I hate a heavy flow. We were given a task to do in partners and I was with Niall but I couldn't concentrate.
"Cora," Niall says. "Just go home,"
I shake my head. "Don't want to,"
I was going to Harry's after school and I didn't want to go home or rain check our date. "I'm fine," I say. "Just, what's this?" I look at the paper, Niall was drawing on but doing what we were asked.
I meet eyes with Harry who mouths; "are you okay?"
I nod and look back at the paper. I need to pee anyway so I might as well change my tampon while I'm there. In my bag, I unzip the pocket, pulling out a tampon with an applicator and sliding that into my sleeve.
I put my hand up and Harry looks at me already nodding with a soft smile. I smile and whisper to Niall. "I'm going to the bathroom," he nods. I walk out the class room, down the hall to the girls bathroom. I walk into a stall and lock myself in.
"Did you see that the new teacher Mr. Styles had a hickey?" someone says as they walk in.
I freeze.
"He's hot, I wonder if he has a wife or a kid," another voice says.
"If he has a kid, he's a hot dad," the voice from before said.
"Tell me about it. And I know for sure he's packing, like big dick packing," she said which made the other one laugh.
They're talking about my boyfriend like that. The urge to say something is strong.
"And did you see his jawline? That can cut my throat,"
I quickly finish up, flushing and walking out, they look at me as I come out. I just smile at them as I wash my hands, my hair still covering my neck. "Ohh, it's Elijah's little sex practice,"
I look at them slowly, they have this arms crossed. A short brunet and a taller brunette. "Elijah fucked you, didn't he?"
Am I supposed to answer that?
"Um.." I hesitate. "Why do you care?"
"Because you're on the list," she hands me a pocket sized journal, flicking to a page. I hold it in my hand and read it in my head
Elijah Marshall -Emma Hayes -Cora Bailey -Imogen Rose -Jaiden Mathews -Rebeca Silva -Ruby Best -Olivia Harvard
"What is this?" I look up at them.
"This is his book of girls he's fucked," one says, snatching it out my hand. "If you're on it, no one wants to fuck you, because he has,"
What?
"What do you mean?"
"Cora Bailey," she reads out. "No one wants to fuck you because you're on this list,"
"I didn't give him permission," I shake my head, speaking quietly.
"He only goes after drunk girls, sometimes he spikes their drink, none of these girls gave him consent but drunkenly did,"
"I'm not the only one?"
"Nope," she shakes her head.
"Where did you get that?"
"Fell out of his pocket and I ran in and got it," she shrugs. Her friend then moves to another page, that has Niall's name.My heart drops. "Your boyfriends on here too,"
Niall Horan: -Amelia -Rosie -Avery -Cora -Emily
I read all the names that are in his handwriting, taking the book from them.
Louis Tomlinson: -virgin.
Zayn Malik: -Gigi -Perrie -Sasha
Liam Payne: -Maya -Cheryl
"They're all in this?" I look up at them.
"Mhm, Niall is in this but he just tells Elijah who the others fuck and they add them but they aren't in on this book,"
"I didn't know Niall's body count was high," I shrug slowly. "When did he fuck an Emily?"
"Not long ago,"
I bite my lip. There's no way Niall is actually doing this. He doesn't seem like the person to do this. I've had sex with Niall and he didn't seem like the type to do this. Why would he do this?
"I have to go," I whisper, taking a photo of all the pages that have the boys, walking out without another word. That went from them checking Harry out to Niall's actually one of those boys.
I walk back into class, Harry looking at me as I walk in but I don't look at him. I walk over to Niall and don't look at him. He writes something down, the exact same hand writing as it was in the book.
Harry: what's wrong baby?
Niall looks over at my phone so I take it quickly, hiding it from him. "Is it Evan?" he asks, looking at me.
"Yes," I say shortly, opening the message.
Me: your name is even to niall, he suspects something so it's Evan
Harry: got it
Me: harry niall's been fucking girls like it's a game
Harry: what do you mean?
I sent him the picture of the book, turning my phone off and put my head back on the table. I look at my phone and see Harrys typing.
Harry: oh
Me: yeah, what the fuck? he doesn't seem like the person to do that
He looks up at Niall, Niall tapping the table with the pen. He looks at me, biting his lip.
Me: and my names on there do you think he was just using me?
Harry: idk baby, but he's a dick
Me: i thought it was a drunken mistake but from seeing that, it changes my mind
