"I don't think this year will be any better" grab my books tighter to my chest and continue to walk with my friend Taylor.
"Sure it will" she smiled.
I was a senior in high school and man, was I ready to graduate.
It was the first day and i was already wanting to go home.
We arrive at the front door and walk in to see the new freshman's and missing students who probably went to another school or graduated.
Junior year was already hard enough, what makes you think I'll even graduate this year?
Me and Taylor walk down the hall and soon arrive to our first period sooner than anticipated.
When we walk in, expecting to see our teacher, there were students on the desk yelling, kissing, throwing papers, on their phone and so on.
Luckily I had Taylor, if not I wouldn't have probably died by now.
There were only a couple girls in the class but the rest of the class was football boys which wasn't very smart of the principle.
I guess it was a disadvantage for Taylor considering how attractive she is and how she could probably get any guy she wanted.
I sat down at an empty desk and Taylor followed behind me.
She sat down next to me, looking a bit confused as to why there was no teacher.
A gentleman walked in the room, I'm guessing he was the teacher.
He didn't look much older than me; I'm guessing he was about 23 or so.
He wore black skinny jeans and a black blazer which really looked nice on his figure.
He rushed over to his desk, realizing long before he arrived that he was late for his lesson.
My desk was slightly next to his so he immediatly notices me.
He smiles and gets up from his seat.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Styles" he hold out his hand.
I shake it firmly and he returns back to his desk.
During the lesson I couldn't help but notice him glancing my way at some points.
I'm not complaining though, he's a very attractive man.
As he types away h his computer, I admire his jawline and his big eyes.
Admiring for a while, he catches me staring and I immediatly look away, blushing a bit.
I look back to see if he was still looking at me but he was writing something down on paper.
I sigh a bit and continue to talk to Taylor.
"You think Mr. Styles is hot?" I whisper to her.
"Ew no what the hell" she shouts.
"Hush! I don't want him to hear" I whisper.
"Hear what?" His deep thick accent rolls down my back and my shoulders tense up and my cheeks burn in shock. I slowly turn around to see his beautiful big eyes.
"Hear what?" He repeats but whispers close to me.
His face had a slight mischievous look but a he also looked a bit concerned.
"Nothing Mr. Styles" I pushed my hair behind my ear in embarrassment.
"Thought so" he smirked and patted my shoulder.
He went back to his desk and I turned towards Taylor.
"Really?" I ask her. The whole class looked at me and all of the football players laughed.
I slid down into my chair and covered my face.
Soon lunch came along and Taylor immediatly came up to me and started asking questions.
"Am I the only one who thinks Mr. Styles is hot?" I ask her.
"No, I mean he's attractive but he's our teacher, Marina" she says.
"So? It's not like I want to date him or anything" I shout a bit.
"It's only the first day of and I've already been humiliated".
