The Smirk

~Chapter 2~ He's My Teacher?

I was feeling very excited entering my Music class. I realised that the newly grown pimple on my forehead hasn't been spotted yet. So far so good!

I took my seat and was ready with my equipment when suddenly, the creature I feared of walked into our room. I gasped as I realised it was the same man from the morning. He examined the class then noticed me and grinned....

I mentally face palmed myself for even making direct eye contact with him and what's worse, he turned on the side air conditioners allowing the air to forcefully hit my face which would cause my side fringe to move out of place, revealing my pimple. I bowed my head down and held onto my fringe pulling it downwards and onto my face.

What the hell is he doing here? Where's our teacher?

He positioned himself in the front centre of the room and started to speak. "Hello, I'm Mr Styles and I'm gonna be your teacher for the rest of the year". He spoke slowly with his deep tone.

Oh no. I knew he was bad news.

Of all subjects, he has to ruin my favourite one. Once again, my thoughts took over reality. I felt eyes on me so I looked up. "Do you agree?"

I looked around and everyone was staring. I didn't even know what he was talking about but I shook my head in disagreement anyway.

He looked a bit taken back by my answer. I heard a few girls in the back whisper and giggle. Nonetheless, I kept my facial expression to the confused look it was and faced the teacher again.

"You don't think I'm good looking...?" He grinned astonishingly. I blushed immensely

and tried dodging any eyeful comments made by the other students. "....well...?!" He stated impatiently. "Ummm...I-I don't think you'd want to hear the answer..." I sarcastically spoke while a little grin formed upon my lips.

He looked very intrigued with my reply and started pacing towards me. "You'll be staying back after class for detention Miss..." his voice faded away but his fearful smirk didn't leave his lips.

There was no doubt that this man frightened me. I don't know if it's the way he's dressed in full black, the way his hair's pushed back, his playful smirk, the way he stares or just his eyes in general. There was just a scary atmosphere within him and I certainly didn't feel comfortable around him. But why am I in detention?! He asked me a question and I answered with complete honesty and then I get in trouble?! Ugh.

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