Mr. Styles

1

"What would you like for dinner, miss?" Edith asks me. "I'm not hungry, but fix what you like. I'm sure you are hungry and you can call me Jo. I honestly don't mind," I say, my head still in my book. Edith walks out of my room and shuts the door. My first day of school is tomorrow. Lovely 'Eithenta High School' that no one likes.

I'll be a senior this year. It also marks the 15th anniversary of when my parents split and left me to find for myself. Yes, they left unlimited money, but I was fucking two. I didn't know how to hire a maid or even how to sing my ABC's for that matter. Anyways, I'm not ready for tomorrow. I'll be all alone.

I hear the lawnmower start up so I look out the window. Albert, the gardener, was doing his weekly maintenance. He makes sure to mow around the wildflower patch. I never asked him to, but when I was little, I called it my own personal garden.

Edith, the maid, walks outside and talks to Albert. Probably asking if he would like dinner. I usually do not eat unless it is necessary. I rather not spend a bunch of money. There is no point in it, just like there is no point in me living.

I sigh as I get up. It is getting late and I need need to be at school by 6:30am so I have time to get my schedule and find my classes. I do not wish to sleep though. For sleep will only bring more suffering. I have horrid nightmares, and I rather not bother to deal with them tonight.

It is going to be a long night yet again. Once Albert finishes up for the night, I wish him well on his way home. I do the same for Edith when it comes time for her to head home. I am left at home by myself once again.

School is going to be hell all over again. Grabbing my phone, I blast my playlist, and by blast, I mean having the volume on my phone all the way up. Only I would be able to hear the music. The music is sad, but I relate to it. I cry as the music plays. Starting to enter my mine, memories run through my head, none good.

I do the only thing I know to do to cope. I grab my pocket knife and slice it into my arms and legs repeatedly. It hurts, but at the same time, it feels good in a sense. The pain reminds me I am still alive. It is something I can control. It distracts me form my thoughts. I deserve this.

I cry until I feel numb inside. The pain from the cuts, I no longer feel either. Even with new ones, I do not feel a thing. I feel dead, but I am still here. My alarms goes off, signaling it was time to get ready for school, so I quickly wrap my arms up and bandage my legs.

I get dressed and walk down stairs to see if Edith is in yet. I am wearing a long-sleeved shirt, leggings, and an oversized hoodie. Edith walked in from the kitchen and gave me a small smile. "Would you like breakfast?" I shake my head no, but thank her anyways.

She nodded and headed into the broom closet to start cleaning. I go upstairs, grab my bag, and throw my hair up into a low pony tail. Edith has Edward, my driver, take me to school. She insisted I not walk.

Once I'm at school, I get my schedule. I seem to have the same teacher for most of my classes. A lot of the teachers at the school teach multiple subjects. With the teacher shortage, they trained teachers to teach multiple subjects. My main teacher would be Mr. Styles. Haven't herd of him before.

I find his class and take a seat in the back corner where no one would bother me. The class slowly filled. Girls were already gosping and some dudes were talking about the football game, or as Americans say it, soccer.

This tall, hot ass dude walks in and all the girls freeze mid conversation. Even though he is hot, I stare at a book. No need to have someone think I have a starting problem. The guy starts messing with some papers, that is when I realized he was Mr. Styles. He looked so damn young.

My seventeen year old ass could never date him. Though he still looks young. Like, he looks fucking 19. He can not be though, unless he did college while in highschool. I for one could never.

He starts calling names for role. Once he finally gets to my name. "Jo Harrison?" I slightly raise my hand and say a quiet "Here," before sinking down and hiding again. He gives me a soft smile and continues with role. After that he introduced himself. "Hello everyone, I am Mr. Styles. I will be your Homeroom teacher, some of you I may have in other classes. For those who only have me for homeroom, you will see me two or three times." He continues, but I zone out.

I am deep in thought. I realized that I must look horrible. It is then that I realized I did not sleep last night, so I must look tierd. Maybe that is why he smiled at me. He feels bad for me.

People do not know my home situation. I do not talk to people so no one has the chance to know. I like it that way. "Jo, class has ended," Mr. Styles says, now standing in front of my dest. I stand up abruptly and grab my things. "Sorry, "I say, barley audible.

"Is everything okay? I can tell the difference between a kid being shy and something actually being wrong. I feel as though something is off, so are you alright?" He asks. He has a strong British accent. It is so fucking hot. What? A girl can dream.

"I-I am okay," I mumble. "Okay, but if there is something wrong you can tell me. I will not tell anyone. I promise. Now, how about you go walk around a little before class starts," he says. I nod, but in all reality I was lost in his green eyes. They were so magical.

He walks out of the classroom, most likely going to the teacher's lounge. I grab my things, then walk around a little. Once I come back, I see a seating chart on the board. My seat is the one against his desk. Must have been because of the way the alphabet goes. He walks in and, once again, the girls stop mid sentence.

"Hello class, I am Mr. Styles. I will be your English teacher. To start out our year right, we will take a test. Just so I can see where you guys are at," he says. A bunch of people groan, but I stay quiet. He goes on about the test, then allows us to start it. I spend all class on it. I am not the best in this class, even though it is my language.

After I submit my test, I grab my book and start reading once again. He starts pulling kids into the hallway to talk to them about their test scores. He calls for me so I make my way out of the room with him. I wait for him to tell me I am an idiot.

"You scores well, but there is a couple things it looked like you were struggling with," he says. Nice, he sugar coated it. I nod in response. "If you need help with English work, you can email me and I'll respond as soon as I can," he says softly. I nod once more before he sends me back into class.

After that class, it was time for maths, which again, I had him. I think the only class I did not have him for is Phyc Ed. I watch as he changes the seating chart, I still have the same seat. "I figured you would rather not change seats," he says to me. I nod in response.

"You are not much of a talker, ay?" He says softly. I do not respond this time. "It is okay, you will warm up to me eventually," he says. No I will not, I never do. Maths was fast. I do my work quietly. Maths is easy for me. I learn fast in the subject. Mr. Styles looked at me from time to time, but never actually said anything.

After that class was lunch. Once the bell rings, everyone scurried off but me and Mr. Styles. I have him next class anyways, so I might as well stay here. He shuts the door and sits at his desk, not acknowledging me. I do not mind though. I am happy to be left alone.

Before I open my book, he stands up and walks over to me. He sits in the chair beside me and looks at me in a careing way. "Speak to me child. What is on your mind?" He asks. I do not say anything, instead I set my book down and shrug.

"Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat and bring it in here?' He asks. I shake my head no, causing him to frown. "You need to eat hun, how about you eat something and take a nap," he segests. I nod in agreement. He leaves and comes back with lunch.

Then he goes to his desk and puts his full focus on his paperwork. I eat a tad, then let out a yawn. He glances over at me and smiles. I carelessly take off my hoodie, revealing all the bandages. Mr. Styles notices, but before he can say anything, I fall asleep.