My Principal. (H.S.)

Chapter 5.

I make my way towards Mr. Styles's office, the back of my throat is burning as I bite down onto the side of my cheek. A wave of anxiety washes through me as walk into his office. My head is spinning.

I plop myself onto the chair, seeing Mr. Styles sitting on the other side of the room, he is writing. I pull out my copy of 'Pride & Prejudice' out of my book bag and begin to read where I left off..

"You mean to frighten me, Mr. Darcy, by coming in all this state to hear me? But I will not be alarmed, though your sister does play so well. There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me."

"I shall not say that you are mistaken ," he replied, "because you could not really believe me to entertain any design of alarming you ; and I have had the pleasure of your acquaintance long enough to know that you find great enjoyment in occasionally professing opinions which in fact are not your own."

I hear Mr. Styles cough, I quickly look up towards him, closing my book.

"Pride & Prejudice? I did not think once that you would be into the classics.." He says with an uneasy tone, I look at him with a sharp glare.

"That is because you do not know me, Mr. Styles." I snap.

He lifts his hands up in defense, "Forgive me, Ms. Rennedy." I nod slowly, looking down.

"Do you have any more questions for me?" I ask, looking back up too him.

I can not explain the feelings that explode inside of me when I speak to Mr. Styles. He excites me and he reminds me of.. Of... I can not think of it.

I have the strong urge to jump onto his lap and smash my lips against his.. I mean that's typical, right? His eyes are so compelling, he is so exquisite, my heart flutters and leaps when I look into them. Why does he, out of all people have this strong affect on me? I do not get it, I get so angry at myself for having these feelings.

"No, not today." He responds, harshness in his deep voice.

He begins to write again, I decide on looking at my notes for my Math test on Friday, sighing as I nibble on my nails ; this test is going to be a killer. I go through my notes, seeing at the corner of my paper Patrick wrote a little note ;

Hey gurlie, thank you for being a good friend, LOVE YOU XOXO. - pat

I giggle softly, biting down onto lip as I smile.

"Let me guess, you love Mr. Darcy?" Mr. Styles says ,quickly assuming I love a fictional character in a romantic, cruel, love story.

"No.. Well, I think everybody does." I say, with an uneasy tone in my voice, "He was a cruel, proud man. He just didn't want to admit his feelings towards Elizabeth. But he is also a well-written, amazing character." A tad bit of harshness in my voice.

"If Elizabeth knew any better, she could have told him to leave her alone, but I have to agree that they are amazingly written." He chuckles, giving me a small smile ; which confuses me but also makes my heart flutter.

"She was stubborn and she did not crack too Mr. Darcy. " I say, a lot quicker than I intended.

I look to my side quickly, seeing if the door was closed and thankfully, it was.

"You remind me of Elizabeth." Mr. Styles grins, looking at my direction, tapping his long fingers on his desk. He is wearing a black suit, damn. He is so good looking.

I cough slightly, glancing towards Mr. Styles.

"And why is that?" I reply with a rude tone laced within my voice.

"Well, you are stubborn, but you are also strong and independent. You know what you are doing and you don't give up on things you believe in." he responds, "I mean, you are not like every typical hormonal teenager here, you are you, you are different."

I am flabbergasted as speaks, my cheeks tingle with heat.

Mr. Styles thinks I am different, oh my god.

Did he seriously just say that?

"So how is it being a Principal to the shittiest school in the country?" I ask, quickly changing the subject.

"Not.. Horrible ; this kid named Tyler came too class intoxicated, he puked all over once he entered the room." I burst out laughing, throwing my head back? "What? Really? Tyler Sanderson?" I respond with curiosity in my voice.

"Yes, him." Mr. Styles tries to keep a straight face but he ends up laughing with me. But for some reason he just stops, he clears his throat, glancing towards me.

"You have fifteen more minutes in here, get some work done." Mr. Styles demands.

What the hell is his problem? We were just laughing and getting along..

I sigh, nodding.

I finish some of my homework in my English class ; quickly answering the questions on the sheet of paper.

I stand up, swinging my book bag over my shoulder. I wonder what I am going to do all evening ; my mother is gone to Seattle and I am going to be all alone.

I dread, biting the side of my cheek as I walk out of the office ; I pull out my phone and dial Patrick's number.

"Hey Patrick, want to come over for the evening? I'll order pizza!" I exclaim, trying to sound exciting.

"Where's your mom?" He asks, my mother and Patrick usually do each-others nails when they see each-other, I know, it's weird.

"She's gone too Seattle for two weeks, pleaaase." I pout, walking down the hall.

"Of course, I'll be there." I smile, we exchange 'goodbyes' and I hang up, making my way home.

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AUTHORS NOTE.

SORRY ITS SHORT BUT ITS A FILLING CHAPTER.

I WANTED TO GET WEDNESDAY OVER WITH.

ONLY TWO MORE DAYS OF DETENTION WITH MR. FRANCO!!!!

VOTE VOTE VOTE XX.

- Breanna.