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5: Temptations

5: Temptations

Harry Styles.

"There are three sets of characters in Romeo and Juliet; the Ruling House of Verona, the House of Capulet, and the House of Montagues. In the Ruling House of Verona, there is Prince Escalus who is the ruling Prince of Verona, Count Paris, a kinsman of Escalus who wishes to marry Juliet, and Mercutio, another kinsman of Escalus, and a friend of Romeo." I explained, my tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip. About a hundred focused eyes met mine. But only beautiful blue irises stood out to me. My eyes roamed his face; he noticed it because his lips were formed into a smirk, his eyebrow raised, as if challenging me to continue looking at him.

I looked away.

"In the House of Capulet, there is Capulet - he is only known as Capulet for unspecified reasons. He is the patriarch of the house of Capulet. Lady Capulet is the matriarch of the house of Capulet. Juliet, one of the main characters, is the 13-year-old daughter of Capulet, and the play's female protagonist. Tybalt is a cousin of Juliet and the nephew of Lady Capulet. The Nurse is Juliet's personal attendant and confidante. Rosaline is Lord Capulet's niece, and Romeo's love in the beginning of the story. Peter, Sampson, and Gregory are servants of the Capulet household. The last character grouping is the --"

'Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night. Had I known how to save a life.'

The rather loud ringtone sounded throughout the room, halting my words. I scanned the crowd of flustered students, obviously startled by the sudden interruption. In my peripheral vision, I saw someone digging in their pocket, pulling out their phone. It was Louis.

I cleared my throat. "Ah, Mr. Tomlinson, may I see your phone?" I asked sternly, my eyes focused on him. And him only. Every other student remained silent, presumably embarrassed for Louis. 

His eyes shot up to mine, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I - I'm sorry, it was my -"

"I didn't ask who was calling. May. I. See. Your. Phone." I restated, my jaw clenching.

Louis looked down at his phone, fiddling with it for a second before standing up and walking over to give it to me. His bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth. The sight made my mouth water.

Shut up, Harry!

"Here you go, Professor Styles," Louis said, the words coming out of his mouth laced in pure lust. He made sure to lower his voice so nobody could hear his words. It was a good thing he did, too. He handed me the phone before returning to his seat. And to say that my eyes weren't glued on his perfectly shaped arse would be a fat lie.

Turning to my desk, I clenched my fists tightly, attempting to maintain my control. I guess you could say that I had no control when it came to Louis Tomlinson. Quickly, I opened a drawer and tossed his phone into it. I turned back to face the students, who seemed to all be glancing at Louis and chuckling to themselves. 

"As I was saying, in the last character grouping, the House of Montague contains six characters; Montague, which is the patriarch of the house of Montague. Lady Montague is the matriarch of the house of Montague. Romeo is the son of Montague and the play's male protagonist. Benvolio is Romeo's cousin and best friend, and lastly, Abram and Balthasar are servants of the Montague household." I paused, picking up the stack of playwrights I had on my desk. "As we did with The Tempest, I will pass out a copy of the play and I will give you time to read it. You will have to answer a  few questions - which I will provide tomorrow - based on some of what you have read."

I began to pass out the packets of paper, averting my eyes from Louis's as I set the packet down on his desk. For a moment, (I believe his did this purposely) his hand had touched mine, and I felt a shock of nerve run through my body.

I let out a deep breath before completely handing out the packets. I returned to my normal spot in the center of the room. "I will leave you all to focus on reading," I said, putting my hands out in front of me. "Oh, and Mr. Tomlinson," his eyes met mine. "If I could see you after class, that'd be wonderful."

He nodded, mouthing. 'Lovely,' to me. My jaw clenched once again. I sat down at my desk, leaning my head against the cool wood. I honestly didn't know what to do. Louis was going to be the death of me, and I couldn't stop it.

No matter how hard I tried.

Louis Tomlinson.

Not soon enough, the time came for the class to end. I had only made it one-third of the way through Romeo and Juliet. My head was filled with impure thoughts. Jesus would not be proud, that was all I could say.

Tired college students filed out of the classroom, leaving only me and Professor Styles. No other class was coming in for a half-hour, which gave me plenty of time for what I had planned.

"I hope you understand that cell phones are not allowed in my class. Especially when I am in the middle of teaching." He said sternly, his hands clasped in front of him, placed on the desk.

I nodded, slowly making my way towards him. "I'm sorry, Professor. It's just that my boyfriend called, and I really needed to talk to him. You know, to get rid of my sexual frustration." I lied, attempting to make him just a little bit jealous.

He coughed, using an enclosed fist to cover his mouth. My eyes trailed over the many rings his fingers adorned. Those fingers. I could only imagine them being thrust into my bum as his other hand was busy pumping my --

"Hello, earth to Louis. Did you hear me?" He asked, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Oh, no. I was daydreaming." I shook my head, hollowing out my cheeks, giving him a sneak peek of what I was capable of.

"About w-what? If you don't mind me asking." He stuttered, his cheeks lighting up in a light pink color.

I leaned my elbows in his desk, my face just inches from his. "About how your fingers would be thrusting in and out of my asshole, and your other free hand would be wrapped around my cock, pumping, squeezing." I shrugged. "No biggie."

His jaw clenched and his green eyes darkened. "For fuck's sake," he muttered before grabbing a hold of my shirt collar, pressing my lips to his.