His Demands

Chapter Five: Wait What?

I'd just made it to my first class with mr. Styles who had yet to grace us with his teacher like presence. And since he wasn't in his classroom it gave me ample time send the new schedule of days that I could work to my boss, and also his updated work system, and just as I sent the new email the teacher walked in. His phone buzzed as he sat down on his desk reading it before glancing up at his students as we waited for him to say something.

"Well come on, let's see what you made of the assignment." His voice carries out low and raspy.

I watch as no one moved to go and hand something in, but a few do in fact open up their notebooks and start to scribble things down. Not wanting to get a bad grade I stand up, and try to ignore the eyes that are trained on me.  Blushing I make my way to the front, praying for my hands to stop shaking as I hand it to Mr.Styles. And that's when I realize who he is. My eyes widen as I look up at him, he's removed his sunglasses so I am able to see those bright green eyes looking into  my own with clear amusement in them.

"Oh poop" I whisper.

To this he chuckles before winking at me, so I make my way slowly back to my seat, after every five seconds I turn to look over my shoulder as if this will make him disappear. It doesn't, only fueling his amusement before he's going back to writing the same thing on the board as the previous day before.

"Again tell me who you are. Write it down." He says arching an eyebrow.

Finally someone lets out a laugh before doing just that, finally understanding what the assignment is. I sit watching everyone else as he sits down into his chair, plopping his feet up on the desk and starts to read my essay. I pray to God that he doesn't hate it hoping for some sort of expression as he continues to read, but he remains stoic.
I start to fidget with my hands not sure what he thinks about my paper. However when
Another student goes up and hands him their paper, he sets mine down and starts to read theirs.

I'm pissed.

I mean was my paper not good enough for him to at least finish what I was writing? I can feel steam coming out of my ears as the last ten minutes of class come up.

"Man I sure hope that he's impressed with my paper, I heard that interning for him helps you get out into the business and fashion world!" I hear  a girl squeal.

I watch as everyone seems to be primping themselves before going into hand in their paper, I scoff like really liking nice and turning in an essay shouldn't decide wether you get an internship or not. Rolling my eyes I check my phone turning it on and off for no reason before the bell rings. By this time i have calmed down and am able to school my expression so that Mr. Styles can't tell how upset I am that he didn't even finish my paper.

But as everyone gets up I keep my anger in check, keeping a neutral look on my face. And then everyone is filing out of the classroom and going about for the rest of their day while I sit here staying with my arrogant ass of a teacher. Who seems to be avoiding looking at me and continuing to read everyone's paper but mines. And when he starts to chuckle while reading a new paper I explode.

"What the heck! So the whole time you read my paper you don't even crack a smile or even frown you keep a completely unemotional paper, but when you start to read someone else's you start laughing, and you haven't even finished mine how inconsiderate can you be! Mr. Styles sir!" I shout ending it awkwardly.

My hands are trembling by my sides and I can feel his cool eyes reach mine. He seems to be smirking at me but I can't tell because as soon as his eyes reach my own, I stare down at my flats.

"I'm so sorry, I'll understand if you want to kick me out and have me quit my job." I say

I'm still shaking as I keep thinking of how disappointed my parents will be that I lost my job, especially one that's so wanted. And to think that my brother will make fun of me, so going home for thanksgiving will be less than desirable. Now not only will he get to rub it in my face how I've never dated someone but that I also lost a job! I don't know if I'll ever be able to live it down.

As I'm thinking all these things over in my head I don't notice that Mr. Styles has gotten up and made his way right in front of. It's the tingle that shoots through my body as he lifts my chin so that he can look in my eyes that breaks me away from my revery. His eyes still hold amusement as my eyes take in his chiseled jaw line and soft plump lips. I swallow a little as I watch him lick his lips before I'm looking back into his eyes.

"I'm sorry you're upset that I kept such a blank expression, but darling I asked for you to tell me about you, not you're family. And though I enjoy it far more than the others I thought I would save the best for last so I haven't finished it."

His silky voice caresses my cheek, his hot breath causing my eyes to flutter shut before I'm opening them again to look into his eyes. My brain barely registering the fact that he called me darling. He's stepped away and is back at his desk starting to grade papers, when I finally become coherent.

"Does this mean you want me to write it again?" I ask.

"Yes. Now come help me grade these papers." He groans

"You were just laughing why are you groaning?" I ask raising an eyebrow while sitting opposite him.

"I was laughing because there students are more desperate than the last. The way they think flaunting their achievement in a paper is amusing." He laughs.

I give him a small smile though completely agreeing with his assessment. And glad that he sees it the same way that I do. When the bell rings again I've already helped him grade half of the papers since it was only our class who had turned something in. As I was leaving he wake classroom and Mr. Styles presence he called after me.

"Make sure you're on time for work tomorrow and please hot tea instead of that dreadful Coffee."

I gave him a thumbs up before making my way to class.

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