Professor Styles

Chapter 5

The next two days consisted primarily of us four girls going out to lunch, we made cakes, and I studied a lot. I did get to know the girls pretty well though, they are all so lovely. I hadn't seen Mr Styles at all, perhaps that's a good thing. My mind was constantly taken up with thoughts of him. His green eyes. His curly hair. His Cheshire-cat smile. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? He had this...charm. I'd never met anyone like him. He's as ass. An absolute ass and he's unbelievably cocky. Nothing could excuse what I saw that night though. No amount of charm, dimples or good looks were enough to excuse murder. 

 I wanted to ask him about it, to see if he'd admit to it. Probably not. I wanted to shout at him, make him see it was wrong. Ask him what right he had to take somebody's life. 

The next morning I woke to my annoying alarm. I had Mr Styles today; was the first thought that popped in my head. My heart raced. The weather is sunny so I decide to wear a summer dress and wedged shoes. I pulled my dark hair into a vintage style ponytail and finish it off with a ribbon. My god I looked pale. I walked to the bathroom and once I had finished brushing my teeth etc. the others had woken and were all dressed too. Eleanor looked up at me and spoke, "Wow, you look so pretty. You look so innocent." She gushed. She had on shorts and a long sleeved top. 

We walked to get coffee then made our way to Mr Styles' room. My nerves are getting the better of me. We approach the door with other students, it's as if no one wants to be the first one in the door. The door flies open and smacks into the wall again. Once again students greet him politely and walk in. I still find this so strange but I do not want a repeat of last time. It's my turn. His eyes fall on me, his harsh glare falters into a slight smirk and returns once again to its normal emotionless expression. I'm standing directly in front of him. "Hello, Mr Styles." I say with slight sarcasm. "Elizabeth." He nods. "I hope you remember to sit at your designated seat." His whisper was almost husky. I feel like a five year old. I mean, who tells a university student where they can and cannot sit? 

"Of course." I reply, maintaining a formal tone. I walk to the seat at the front of the room, people glance at me, expressions of pure sympathy on their faces. My mind keeps replaying the moment he pulled out that silver gun. He begins speaking, his expression remains emotionless and cold. He started to relax as the class went on. He spent most of the lesson either lent on his desk, or stood directly in front of me. He was now sat at his desk. Two girls, who seemed to be wearing tops as dresses are currently stood next to him at his desk, they are basically leant over flashing their boobs at him and I'm not being bitchy but they look like complete prostitutes. Am I jealous? He seems to find it irritating at first. I scoff at him, I think he hears me. He glances at me quickly, raising an eyebrow. It only lasts about half a second before he leans in closer to them. They are batting their false eye-lashes and acting all flirty. 

I try to concentrate again on my work. I can feel his eyes boring into my skull. I will not look up. He sends the other girls back to their seats and stands up, he carries on with the lecture whilst stood by my desk. As soon as I look up I regret it, his eyes meet mine and he subtly smirks as if he has achieved something amazing. The rest of the lecture I don't look at him once, I feel his eyes on me, as if he wants me to look up. I don't give in. I solely concentrate on my work. It finally ends. Thank god. I pack my things and head straight for the door. "Miss Middleton I'd like a quick word." He demands. You aren't being serious, I think to myself. "yes." I bluntly reply. I reluctantly walk back to his desk where he is stood. I keep my distance. "Miss Middleton are you okay? You seem off." His tone is dripping with sarcasm. It's like he's mocking me. "Yes, I'm fine." I bluntly reply again. 

"Elizabeth if you do not tell me why you're acting childish I will fail you this year." He harshly stated. Surely he wouldn't? What an absolute bastard.