"Why did you wake me up so early?" Taylor asks as she runs her hands through her fingers as she opens her locker.
"I have to go to early tutoring for Mr. Styles" I mumble.
"Oh my god... We've been here for barely two weeks and you're already obsessed with our 1st period teacher" she hits my shoulder. I could feel the blood rush towards my cheeks and I stepped in front of Taylor.
"Would you stop making those smart ass remarks?" I snap at her. She jumped back a bit and my hands clutched together.
"I'm not obsessed with Mr. Styles I'm just genuinely going to tutoring, so would you please stop assuming I like him" my voice grew louder.
"Marina chill I'm just joking" she said a bit quieter.
"Well the last time I checked jokes were supposed to be funny" I slam my locker shut and walk off.
I didn't look back at the moment because I didn't want to see how hurt Taylor was.
I was tired of her making those jokes about me and my teacher because I have no feelings for him and he has no feelings for me.
He's probably married and had kids.
I soon arrive to Mr. Styles room and him typing was the only sound filling the room.
He sipped his cup of coffee and realized I was outside the door.
"Morning marina" he said a bit muffled from the mug up against his mouth.
"I'll give you the notes" he stood up and went to the back of the class room to get the copy of notes.
"Do you mind explaining the notes for me" he set down the piece of paper on my desk and he sat down next to me.
"Ok what do you not get?"
"Well I get them it's just I didn't understand why Great Britain kept taxing the colonists for stupid stuff" I start writing my name at the far right corner.
He explains to me how I should rewrite the notes instead of just keeping the copy so I'll remember it better.
He pauses for a bit and and thinks to himself.
"Well that's the thing, after all the Americans did for great Britain, they-"
"kind of betrayed them in a way" I cut him off making him pause.
He looked at me and frowned.
"I hadn't finished" he said bluntly.
"Oh sorry Mr. Styles" I look down and continue to copy down the notes.
"So I guess you don't need help, marina" he giggles a bit and gets up from the desk.
After I had finished copying my notes I went to Mr. Styles's desk.
"Thank you Mr. Styles" I smile.
"I really appreciate-"
"I could bang you on my desk right now if I wanted to" he smirks.
I stood in shock recollecting myself to what just happened and what he just said.
"Excuse me?" I question to make sure he didn't say what I thought he said.
"You heard me" he doesn't smirk, he doesn't smile, he doesn't frown, he just says it.
"I... Um I have to go to the rest room" I stutter and Immediatly rush out of the classroom as the bell for first period rings.
I rush towards the bathroom and I see Taylor look at me with a concerned glance as I slam the bathroom door open.
I go into a stall and sit on the closed toilet with my knees to my chest.
I set my chin on the top of my knees and just sit there.
What if he said something else? What if he meant it? Is this a joke or something? Did Taylor pay him to say that?
Oh god what is going on I just wanted to get notes.
I step out of the cubical and walk out. I see Taylor leaning against the wall crossing her arms tapping her foot obviously waiting for me.
She sees me and gets off the wall facing towards me.
"What's going on with you today?" She asks me.
"Nothing I'm fine" I look to my feet.
She raises an eyebrows and taps her foot once more.
"Did you go to early tutoring?" She asks me.
"Yes" I reply and I walk towards the class.
I hear her following me behind and I sped up a bit.
"Marina something happened" she said as I arrived to the front door of Mr. Styles room.
He stood outside the door crossing his arms with a small smirk.
"Marina you look like you saw a ghost" she said behind me as Mr. Styles smirks at me, knowing exactly what Taylor was talking about.
me and Mr. Styles had a state down not looking away.
He raises an eye brow and I roll my eyes walking in class.
"Marina? What the hell is wrong with Mr. Styles" she said getting a bit angrier.
"Taylor shut up. I'm fine." I scream making the rest of the class look towards us.
She stood still with wide eyes.
She looked hurt and a but confused.
"I gotta go" I mumble and walk out of the class.
"Marina" I hear Mr. Styles call my name but I didn't look back because I knew he had the little smirk on his face.
I walk out of the front doors and bump into somebody making books and papers flu everywhere.
"What the fuck, mate" I hear the voice say in a thick accent.
"Oh sorry" I say looking at the pile of papers and the brunette man started frantically picking them up.
I obliged myself to helping him and he smiled at me.
"Thank you. I'm late for my lesson" he smiles and I help him pick up his last book.
"No problem. I'm Marina" I smile and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Marina. I'm Louis"
"Well I better head off. Don't want to be anymore late than I already am" he lets out a dry laugh and he heads inside the school.
I continued walking towards Taylor's car and it was unlocked.
Of course she had the keys so I couldn't drive home or anything.
I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lit one with a cheap lighter.
I inhaled the nicotine and exhaled the smoke.
"If another teacher caught you doing that you would immediatly get in trouble" I hear Mr. Styles say behind me.
I jumped back and I screech a bit.
"Mr. Styles!" I whisper yell.
"Baby, call me Harry."
