Desired attention

Part 2: Mrs. Jones

Everyday... I walk in, smile at the beautiful man that's going to be teaching me about the world's most memorable events.

I feel like he notices me more than others. Like I feel his eyes on me, and he smiles very brightly at me. I'm not sure how he treats the other girls, but I feel special.

I'm staring at him again, I do that sometimes. I'll just randomly zone out and daydream about things we could do together.

Maybe he can just shove me against the wall and shove his tongue down my throat

I'm just staring at nothing, when I hear my name being called "Imogen" he says, his angelic voice bring me out of my thoughts.
That's when it hits me that people are staring at me....

He's asked me a question about history and I'm lost on what subject we were covering.
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As class comes to an end I hear Mr. styles say "I need to see you after class mrs. Jones"

Oh god that's me, that's my last name.... I'm mrs. Jones!!

The bell rings just moments after and I pack my things away much slower than my peers so I can stay after and chat with Harry, or "Mr. Styles" haha

"What did you need to talk to me about Mr. Styles?" I ask him

"Well, I just wanted to check and see if you're alright... You seem to zone out quite often in my class, do you not enjoy my lectures?" He questions

I began to blush again, now remembering why I was zoning out. "Umm I guess I'm just thinking about other things" I reply. "What other things are on your mind?" He asks

My red cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red, the room starts feeling warm, I just awkwardly laugh and stammer "uh just like boys and stuff.... Well not like gross stu-... Just like, you know boys, oh my god..." and I look down because that was a stupid answer.

He chuckles, like almost a giggle because apparently he found that funny! "Any boys in particular?"

I'm stunned, that's such a personal and strange and creepy question. I mean, I personally don't care, but it's a little inappropriate. "None that attend this school, they're all stupid as shit and extremely immature"

He raises his eyebrows at my sudden cursing "I didn't mean to cuss!" I quickly try to recover, but he doesn't seemed to be phased. In fact, he's more curious about my outlook on high school aged boys.

"So you think boys your age are immature?" He says. I'm starting to get butterfly feelings because I'm hoping this is going where my dirty ass mind wants it to go. "Yes, they are really immature"

After that he looks at me and smiles, I don't even know how to describe it. His dimples are showing and I want to kiss them so much because they're so cute.

"You should start paying attention in my class more, Imogen" he tries to play off the personal interaction just moments before. I'll go with it.

"I'll make sure to stop day dreaming so much, sir" I say back and smile

We said our goodbyes and I went to my next class with a note from Mr. Styles to explain my tardy. I was smiling so hard, and nobody knew why. It was my little secret crush