A Teacher's Obsession || H.S || A.u

Chapter 2 part 1

FRESHMEN YEAR

|Donatella Bambi Tomas |

Smiling as I look down at my first phone, my own phone, with my first contacts other then my mother, Jade, and Dale. I've had this phone for about a week and I've grown attached to it. Texting was hard but I am getting used to it although it is extremely cringe worthy looking at all the misspelled words I am getting from Andrew Forester a Junior at school. The fact is I don't even know him at all, but I was so eager to have more contacts in my phone that I didn't even care. He is cute but his cockiness isn't as appealing. I could barely understand what he is saying but all I now is that he is flirting and I was not going to object right now. I never had someone do this so this was it for me, I'm making it big right now. We've been texting for a few days now and I've learned a few things.

Like text slang, how 'U' is supposed to mean 'You' and how 'L-O-L' stands for 'LAUGHING OUT LOUD'. I also learned, that I didn't like it. What is so tiring with typing 'YOU' but I was texting back using slang. I didn't want him to think of me as boring. Especially if  he is flirting with me.

ANDREW 2:12 P.M: Tbh I think you are cute bbygirl, do you wanna go out later? ;)

I cringe at the words. What does 'T-B-H' even mean? I came to a conclusion that 'B-B-Y-GIRL' stands for baby girl. Did I want to go out with this dumb prick? The only thing I like about him was his face. Should I let one of the most loved guy at school down? This may never happen again. sighing I turn my phone off not wanting to answer him. I turn my attention towards the board but instead  face a black shirt. Oh shit.

"Ms.Tomas, out of all the classes you have today why must you text in mine, especially since this only the last period of the day! " I've done it this time. You know you're in deep shit when your favorite teacher yells at you in front of a class full of people a grade older than you. His face looked angry and mine probably looked scared as fuck. He snatched my phone and read out loud everything sent to me. My stupid self didn't but a lock for it.

Today was his first day back in a since last Thursday. Supposedly he had some sort of flu but all I could think of was last period was free period. I must of adopted to being on my phone at this time at school, because I barely noticed Mr. Styles here at all.

"Ms.Tomas I would like it if you would stop sexting in my class." Sexting? What was that? I look around the class and see everyone in fits of laughter. What was happening. My cheeks flush and I stood up and grabbed Mr. Styles' arm. Looking at my phone I widen my eyes in terror. Andrew Forster had sent me a picture of his ding-a-ling. Never have I seen a real life one before, just a drawing on a seventh grade textbook. It was weird, it didn't look normal.

I look over to dale to see him laugh like the others. That little shit.

Mr. Style laughed looking at it. I felt embarrassed that what I thought of was innocent flirting became this 'sexting' thing. But my favorite teacher embarrassing in front of a class full of people a grade older me. I did the one thing I could think of, run out of the class room. I forget about my phone not wanting to look at that thing. Walking into the school's library and go deep into the science-fiction section were I know no one dares to enter. I throw myself on the ground and start to sob silently. What the hell was wrong with that little shit sending me a dick picture. I'm only 15, and in class. It was so nasty. Feeling bile rise up my throat I force myself to swallow it down. I couldn't throw up in a library, the one place I shouldn't be at the time. Not because of that deformed  tick-tack. I feel like shit. I don't want to go back to class but I am left with no choice to. Those sour pusses will just laugh at me.

I was just going to stay here until school was over then I will go back to class to get my stuff. I should've took them with me when I bolted out the door, that would have save me the embarrassment of going back there. I wipe my tears on my sweater and look at the books, trying to find one I think would be interesting enough to read. glancing at watch on my wrist I see that I have 43 minutes to kill. None of these books seem to get my attention so I guess a 43 minute nap wouldn't hurt me in the slightest.

How am I  going to face Mr.Styles now?

I guess I won't be needing a nap now.

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The time has come and I  had to face Mr.Styles. The classroom was open and I  was hiding behind it. This was so hard, he probably thinks of me as a stupid little girl now. Everything I tried proving wrong in the last six months of school. Taking a deep breath I walk in to classroom.

"Mr.Styles I  am very sorry f-" I cut myself of when I  notice he was not here. "Oh."

I sigh in relief and walk over to my stuff. Closing my binder and stack my pencil bag on top of it. Walking over to Mr.Styles desk I look for my phone. The thing  wasn't anywhere! I was running out of time, I could feel it. I start opening up drawers rummaging through them trying to find the stopped  thing.

"Nobody likes a snoop Donatella. "A shreak leaves my mouth as I turn to see Mr.Styles smirking holding my phone in his hand.

I could say the same.

"I am so sorry about today. I really shouldn't have been texting on my phone. It was really rude of me. "I say what I have been practicing in the library. He shaked his head slowly  walking towards me. He rubbed my arms slowly in a way of reassurance. It wasn't new to me, he normally would do this to me, I find it quite calming.

"It's okay doll. Just make sure it never happens again. I hope you learned your lesson though. I really don't like making you a laughingstock. But you need to remember you come to school to learn not flirt with some high school screw up. "He whispered in a sincere voice as he continued to rub my arms. They look in his eyes made me melt. His eyes were bright and showed a sense of warmth. Blushing at his statement I  look at his large hands not wanting him to see me.

I was surprised to here him call a student of his a screw up. It was a bit harsh but I couldn't say anything. It just makes me wonder if he thinks of me as a screw

"So, are we good? "I couldn't help but ask. He nodded with a small smile and holded my hand.

"Yeah we're good."

"Mr.Styles, may I  ask, what is sexting exactly? "His face flushes and he looked at me with eyes of horror. "What's wrong? "

"Oh Don, I think we should have a talk. "He chuckled setting a chair next to his.

"Okay."

[ A | n  I spent a few days working on a this shitty  chapter. This is basically a filler,and sorry if it is short. School fucked me up that shit never gives you a break.

I literally do not know what I  will do until  2017. I mean I  spent years in this fandom fangirling, wtf am I  gonna do?

Vote and comment if you want part 2
Happy  late Halloween motherfuckers.

Bye fam

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