Back On The Road

Chapter 2

"... So now that I've explained this, I want you to try and make this exercise. In ten minutes we'll discuss the questions!"

I woke up from my self-made film set in my head, and looked at the exercise. What the fuck was this? I should've payed attention when Mr. Styles was explaining instead of raping him with my eyes. Damn. I've never seen a man looking so good. Nor had I ever experienced a feeling such as this. So... Full of lust. I threw my hand in the air to ask a question. He saw it immediately and walked with a slow pace towards me. Such big feet.. Before he reached me, he shook his curls, combed it back with his hand, and coughed. He moved his head close to mine, so close, I could see the little hairs above his pink, plump, soft lips.

"I don't understand this exercise."

"You don't? I just explained it! Or.. were you doing other things?" He chuckled and his dimples appeared again.

"I'm no good at English. At all. Sorry."

"Then I'll make you good!" He placed his large hand on my shoulder. "It's really easy. So what you need to do.."

I watched his lips move, but I didn't hear anything. I was amazed. Just imagine what he could do with that mouth..

"So. Think you got it?" I nodded. He smiled and walked away.

"What a pedophile! Did you see how close he was? Oh my god, what a creep!" My friend watched in disgust as Mr. Styles helped another kid. "No, I like him. He's nice."

"Ew, really? And he's married too! That makes the whole case double so creepy!"

Married? I saw his hand, lying on the table while he was explaining something to someone. A gold ring shining around his ring finger. He was married.

He made his way to the chalk board and said something about the exercise. He wrote something down, and I noticed he was left-handed. While he was writing, he erased some of the letters at the same time.

"I can't read that!" My friend whispered.

"Nobody can!" I shouted a tiny bit too hard. Mr. Styles turned around. He looked at me.

"So, what was your name again?"

"...(Y/N)"

"Well, I won't be forgetting your name again!" He chuckled again and turned around to write the last sentence again. "Can you read it now?" I nodded nervously. He then returned to giving the explanation.

When he was done with the explanation, he was searching through his stuff on the desk. "Ugh, where is it?! I just put it here... Why do I always lose everything?" I began fantasising and combed through my hair with my fingers, something to which I've automatically come to do very often.

"Your hair is fine (Y/N)."

"...What?"

Mr. Styles grinned and took a step forward.

"I mean it, you are blessed to have shiny, beautiful hair which always falls just right!"

"Ehh.. Thanks?"

I heard my friend whispering "pedophile. Pedophile. He's a PEDOPHILE".

Later that day, when we were having Religion, the teacher pulled out a note from somewhere on her desk.

"Oh, I almost forgot to give this one to Mr. Styles!" She looked up to see if she could leave for a moment and saw that everybody was talking and shouting. All I could think about, was Mr. Styles.

"I can give it to him!"

My teacher looked relieved.

"Really, (Y/N)? That would be great! You know where to find him, right?"

I nodded and took the note from her. Then I stood up to find Mr. Styles.

I walked to the first floor, and right before me was his office. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, but when I opened it, I saw a frowning Mr. Styles having a discussion with a woman. He looked up and showed a sign of recognition.

"I'll be done in a second".

I closed the door again and waited outside. After two or three minutes, the door was opened again and the two came out. They were still talking, and I was standing there like a moron. I found my focus laying on him. He was frowning again. Suddenly, his eyes jumped to mine, and... He winked. A warm feeling flowed through my body, causing me to smile heavily.

The two finished and the woman walked away.

"So, (Y/N). What is it you want to talk about?".

"I just had to give you this note from Mrs. Mendell. And be sure not to lose it - like you do with everything else". People often say I have beautiful teeth, and at that moment, I swear, I was smiling with all the teeth I had. He took the note from me. "Haha, very funny. Thank you (Y/N). See you tomorrow."

"Definitely" I mumbled.

{THE NEXT DAY}

I was already awake when my alarm went off. I was searching for clothes to wear to school. After staring into my closet for fifteen minutes, I went for a white lace blouse, a red blazer and high jeans. I looked good. Then I grabbed my make-up.

(...)

English was almost over. I had found Mr. Styles looking a lot in my direction. My friend had for example a question in the beginning of the lesson, and when he was answering it, he kept looking at me instead of her.

When the bell rang, I told my friend I had to talk to Mr. Styles, and after she wished me good luck, she disappeared. I slowly walked to Mr. Styles, who was already waiting for it.

"Sir, next week, I won't be there with English because I have to bring my sister to the airport."

"Sure (Y/N)! That's alright. Nice clothes you're wearing, by the way"

"Thanks. You're wearing nice clothes too", he was watching me with those beautiful, amazing, incredible green eyes, "but you look better without them".

A surprised smile formed around his lips.

"Soo.. I will probably see you in the hallways or something.."

I turned around and walked to the door. But just before I walked out, I turned half around to see him still standing there. "Adiós..." And then I winked.

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So, what do you think of this chapter? And what do you think happens next? Things will surely get heatened up in the next chapter.. x