My Principal. (H.S.)

Chapter 2

TUESDAY..

It's Tuesday, my first detention with Mr. Styles; it's five in the morning. I keep tossing and turning, I've never been so intimidated by anyone in my life. A wave of anxiety sweeps through me as I glance at the clock on my bedside table. It wouldn't be long until the torture of seeing Mr. Styles would begin.

You see, it is very rare too scare me, taunt me, make me laugh even.

But Mr. Styles.. He is different.

He makes me angry, and intimidated, and .. Excited.

It can't be that cocky attitude or that smug smirk ; I'm not sure what it is. I know it sounds more than silly, idiotic even to express such strange feelings towards a man I barely even know. He is exquisite and he was made perfectly, his jawline is sharp and his dark green emerald eyes that hide all of his secrets.

I shake my head.

"No, I will not let him get into my head, I will not!" I nearly shout, determined. I cover my mouth ; remembering it's only five forty-five AM. I might as well get up and make myself some coffee.

My mother is already at work, she leaves around four AM.

My father, he lives somewhere else ; not with me and my mother.

They got divorced when I was ten years old, they could not stand each-other and I suppose the spark they once had died.

It was devastating as a child, I did not get it at first but as the years past I understood a great deal of it, considering my mother would cry on my lap ; always asking for 'another chance' I did not understand, I mean I tried to understand but it would not work - considering I was only eleven years old.

I would simply take her hand and say "It's going to be alright." That went on for three years.

I stand up and stretch my arms, yawning softly.

I walk over to the mirror and see my reflection, a curvy brunette girl with green eyes that has scars across her arm and creamy light skin. I'm nothing special.

I power walk down the stairs, all the way too the kitchen. I make some coffee and grab my copy of 'Pride & Prejudice' From my book bag ; this is my favorite book. I found this copy when I was thirteen, it was in one of my mothers boxes in her room, she didn't ask for it so I just took it and read it ; it changed my view on love. I crave a love like Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth's, sure he was quite cruel but they came together. I always wondered if my mum and my dads love was like theirs ; epic and romantic.

I pour myself a cup of coffee, grabbing the French Vanilla creamer, along with two small spoonful's of sugar. I just keep thinking and thinking and my mind comes across Mr. Paul. I don't want to go into his class room today but I do not have a choice. I dread.

"Ugggggggggghh." I groan, taking a sip of my delicious coffee.

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"Me and Smith are fighting again." I hear Patrick say, I close my book and look at Patrick ; a small frown placed on his face and curious look on mine as we sit at the lunch table.

"Why? Oh my god is he hanging with that chick Renee again?" Ginger (My friend from middle school that hangs out with me and Patrick a lot.) asks with a dramatic tone.

"Yes, I thought he wasn't into her, he said that was just his friend and I don't know what to believe. She doesn't even look good either." Patrick sasses, growling to himself.

"Right!? Oh my god did you see her legs-" I groan at their idiotic jealousy, I give a glare at Patrick.

"Don't talk crap about her, you two are better than that. Just ask Smith about it and if he isn't being truthful then leave him." I reply, looking back down at my now opened book.

I can't handle gossip as much.

"Well she deserves it, doesn't she? She knows he has a man and she has the audacity to hang out with him still oh hell fucking no, only a skank would do that." I give her an annoyed look, anger bubbling inside of me.

"Yeah but you don't even know the girl ; what if he's feeding her lies and she thinks Patrick and him are broken up? Or maybe, just maybe they're just friends!" I say, my tone holding a hint of annoyance, appalled by her rude words towards a girl she has not even encountered.

Ginger only comes around when her 'cool friends.' Don't want to come to school.

I wish I can talk about Mr. Styles and my problems but no, I can't ; like usual.

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I plop myself down onto Mr. Styles's chair. My long brunette hair wrapped into a bun on the top of my head ; it is hot out.

From : PatrickIsABossAssBitchh

Be safe! Don't worry about Mr. Styles. Sorry about earlier. We should hang later, thinking of you! xx.

I look at the message and a small smile is placed on my lips, knowing Patrick will be thinking of me.

I lock my phone, a wave of worry sweeps through me, he is not here yet but here I am, in his office. I am terrified. I bite my lip gently, setting my book bag on the floor beside me.

Where is he?

As I am deep into my thoughts, thinking of what to say too Mr. Franco and how to act I hear the door open. 

"Ah, you made it." I hear a deep voice say and Mr. Styles walks over and sits himself on his chair, finally. "I'm here." I gulp, keeping a warrior look on my face.

"So, I have a few questions for you, Raine." He demands ; standing up and towering over me.

"Oh? I did not know this was an interview, go ahead, ask away." I say sarcastically, sweetness laced in my voice.

He walks back over too his seat, clenching his jaw.

He gives me a death glare, his nostrils flare.

"Let's begin."