Okay, okay... What the fuck do I wear? I've gone through so many outfits, omg. I'm usually not nervous and try to impress people. Not that my appearance doesn't matter to me, it's just like who cares? But it is the first day of my senior year, I guess I could try a bit.
After I get done curling my hair I put on a peench of makeup, just to highlight my features. That usually consists of some foundation, filling in my eyebrows, and spending time on my lashes to make sure they're well curled and coated with mascara.
My outfit that I've finally decided on is simple, yet flattering. It's just a grey long sleeve crop top and a black skater skirt. It will be okay
My mom is trying to take so many pictures, I swear she's going to make me late! "Have a really good day Imogen, and don't forget to smile" she says, as I make my way to my car.
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Walking into the halls just brought my mood way down, there's a bit of excitement just to see my friends.... But I just remembered how much I hate school.I signed up for the bare minimum this year, because it's my senior year, and I just want to relax. The counselor claims I have to take "2 core classes" whatever.
So I signed up for some stupid history class and a math course so I don't forget anything before college.
My school has shit electives so I'm in stupid things like leadership and academic team. Trust me, I think it's dumb as fuck.
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After lunch, I had already gone to 2 of my 5 hours of classes. Next I have history, which is actually one of my favorite subjects, so I'm not like completely bummed about it.While I'm walking in, my really good friend, Jamie and I, are talking about something to do with our hair. That's when I notice who my teacher is.
I had never had Mr. Styles as a teacher, I don't understand how I overlooked this on my schedule... He's known around the school for being the youngest and most attractive teacher that works at our school.
Me and Jamie look at each other and smile then laugh a bit obnoxiously, catching his attention.
When we look back over at him, he is now staring into my eyes like he can read my mind. I blush quite a lot, my cheeks burning red, Jamie and I then take seats towards the front.
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As class goes on he introduces himself and has us play a little game to try and remember everyone's name. Everyone had to pick out and adjective that described them and started with the first letter of their name.Like Jamie picked jolly jamie and I went with intelligent Imogen.
When Mr. Styles went, he said hairy Harry, that's when I found out his name was Harry.
And his adjective was humorous because his hair was godly, it was curly and pretty long for most men. But it suit him extremely well.I wouldn't mind running my hands through that beautiful mop
I think that's when my creepy thoughts of Mr. Styles began.
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Yeah, so Adelaide Kane is who I'm picturing Imogen as. And the picture is her outfit obviously

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FanfictionHarry is 26, he has been the history teacher at the high school for 2 years. Imogen is starting her senior year and has high hopes for her future, yet these plans may be derailed by a handsome lover WARNING: smut, language., etc