the classroom - hs.

chapter 2: "Falling Again"

Valerie's POV- August 27th 8:00 AM
As I drove to work after dropping Logan off at school, I couldn't get Mr. Styles off my mind. 

Those dark brown curls sitting perfectly atop his head, those piercing green orbs boring holes into my soul, that ACCENT. Oh, that accent. It made me want to- never mind. 

I had to get my mind off of him. I didn't want to accidentally crash my car because I was distracted. To clear my mind, I put on my favorite playlist featuring the Beatles, the 1975, and more. 

I started singing along and dancing in my car, but when I looked in my rear view mirror, I saw a familiar pair of green eyes. It was.. MR STYLES??? Our eyes met in my rear view mirror. 

I almost drove the car off the road because he was so god damn sexy. Not actually, but I did pull off to the side of the road. 

As I parked my car, Mr. Styles followed suit and pulled over as well. When I got out of my car, I was more nervous than I'd like to admit. 

Mr. Styles got out of his car (a Range Rover, I'm not sure how he could afford that on a teacher's salary) and walked towards me. 

"Mr. Styles? What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. 

"Hi Mrs. Grant, you dropped your wallet at the school", he answered. 

"Oh! Thank you so much, but it's actually just Ms. Grant." When he heard the last part, the look in his eyes changed just slightly. "My apologies, Ms. Grant", he said, smiling. 

"No big deal, thank you so much again." I began to walk toward my car, but he called out, "Wait!" I stopped and turned around. 

"Have a good day," he winked at me. I blushed and turned back around, getting into my car and driving to work. I couldn't help but smile to myself the whole way there.
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Time Skip (2:30 PM)
I pulled into the school parking lot, my stomach full of butterflies. 

Why was I nervous? He's just Logan's teacher... 

But that wasn't true. He was more than just a teacher. 

At work, instead of focusing, I had decided to stalk Mr. Styles on Facebook. I found out that he came from a VERY rich family (which explained the Range Rover) and that he frequently gave to charity and volunteered. 

I stared at the school's front door, waiting. As I sat up in my car, I saw the doors open, and a crowd of kids flooded out, followed by a few teachers, including Mr. Styles. 

I spotted Logan in the crowd as he searched for my car. Once he spotted it, he headed towards me, but behind him was Mr. Styles, also approaching the car.