Falling For My Teacher

8:Class

"So miss cheeky Ryan," Spencer said, sitting across from my desk. She sat down on the desk, boots on her seat, head in her hands, smiling brightly at me. "We need to have a chit chat after school."

"About?" I asked, looking up from my book I was reading.

"About these eventful two days have been that I have missed!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have gone partying," I smirked.

"For your information I met someone at those two parties," she said with a smile. "And lets just say you aren't the only one into the older men."

"Alright class!" Niall said walking into our first hour. "Take your seats. We start Romeo and Juliet today!"

"Isn't that the story about the two killing themselves?" One of the students asked.

"For love," he added.

"That's dumb," Another kid said, propping his feet in his desk.

"And why so?" Niall asked.

"Why would they kill themselves for one another? I mean there is plenty of hot girls out there," the kid said again.

"It was true love," Harry spoke up. "The one you want to spend the rest of your life with is the one thing that means the world. You'd do anything for them."

"Exactly," Niall smiled. "That is why you will be playing Romeo in this years play."

"What?" Harry asked, almst falling out of his seat. "No way!" 

"You should do it Harry," I implied. His frown formed to a devilish smirk. 

"Fine," he said leaning in his seat. "Only if Ryan is my Juliet."

"What? No way. I'm out," I said waving my hands in exspression. "No way!"

"Does anyone else want the part of Juliet?" Niall asked looking around. No one raised their hands. 

"I vote Ryan," One of the random kids said. Thanks random kid. 

"You are a great actor Ryan," Spencer informed. "You will be great."

"Looks like Ryan is Juliet," Niall, "Fake" smiled. "No we need extras." 

"Thanks Styles," I said sarcastically. 

"What did I do?" he asked leaning forward so he could talk to me clearly. "I just didn't want to be up there alone."

"Could have asked Regean," I added. "She likes you. A lot." 

"Does she?" he smirked. He let out a little chuckle before leaning back. "She's cute. But I like someone else." 

"Cheeky," I winked. 

"What?" he laughed. 

"Alright!" Niall interupted. "Rehersals start this weekend on Saturday. It is every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. This is the modern version directed by the drama teacher. It should be better that whatever happened last year. That was just rubbish." Everyone laughed as we remembered the horrid play last year. It was bad. 

The bell rang, letting us leave our classes. I stayed after. "Mr.Horan?" 

"Yes Ryan?" he replied. 

"My dad is having a teacher dinner thing tomorrow night at my house. He wanted me to give you this," I said handing him an envalope. He nodded, taking it without another word. I don't think he was to happy about the whole 'Harry as Romeo and me as Juliet' thing to much. He brought it on himself when he picked Harry. 

"We're hitting Charlie's," Harley said as I made it out of the school. "You in?" The whole crew was there. Even the guys. And they never come. 

The guys would be Jake, Matty, Zack, and now Harry. Jake was crushing hardcore on Emma. And Zack was googely eyes for Harley. Yet nothing would happen... Weird. As if they just hung out with us to make a move but didn't have the balls to do it.

"Count me in," I smiled, having Harry swing his arm over mys shoudler. I would say Harry and I have become good friends. That we have become on.. BEST FRIEND level. I tell him everything. And when I say everything.. I mean everything.