New Guy

Chapter 1

There's one sentence that's been replaying in my head all night:

"Students, you're going to have a new English teacher starting tomorrow."

I wonder if they're a girl or boy. If they're pretty or hot. If they're old or young. I want to knowww!

It keeps replaying until I fall asleep...

When I get to school, two of my really good friends - Nina and Thalia - run up to me. They look like they're fangirling, but I know there isn't anything to fangirl over right now, so I'm kind of puzzled.

"Hey! What's gotten into you two fangirls?" I ask, curious to find out.

"Haven't you seen the new English teacher?! He's so cute!" Thalia says happily.

"Oh. Well, now I need to see him!" I answer, eager to find out who this "cute teacher" is. Nina, Thalia, and I, along the rest of the year 12s go into English Class and sit down with a good conversation before a boy who looks like he could be in year 12 walks into the room. And at that moment everything seems to stop, except for this boy.

He has curly, brown hair that sweeps across his face, forming a cute fringe. He smiles at me because I'm looking at him and as he smiles, adorable dimples form in his cheeks. Thalia and Nina hit me on the arm and everything goes normal again.

"He smiled at you! Eek!" Nina says happily, but I can see her peeking past me every so often, quite obviously looking at the bad boy, Zayn, who she's liked since year 7. I guess he kind of likes her back, but it's hard to tell what he really feels under all that attitude.

My best friend, Niall, walks past me and winks with a glance at the new teacher. I blush and look down at my desk, smiling. He loves embarrassing, me. Like it's his job. But he is very protective. He wouldn't ditch me in a million years, and he's always beside me or standing up for me. I love him so much.

The teacher sits down in the big chair and introduces himself, "Hello! I'm Mr Styles!" he says happily, in a cute English accent, "I left high school two years ago and I have been studying at university for the whole time I've been out of school."

No wonder he looks so young.

Hold on.

Do I like him already? No! You can't like your teacher! No! Bad Nicola! NO!

The lesson finishes all too fast and we're hustled out of the room for lunch. As we walk out I quickly glance at him, but he sees me. He winks and looks back down at his desk, marking work and organising sheets...

Wait...He just winked at me...What?