"Welcome back students of Richfield High. You will go to your homeroom for 10 minutes to take roll, then you will go to 1st period and carry on for the rest of the day. Thank you." Principal Carry announced.
The bell ran and everyone ran for homeroom. I looked at my schedule to see what teachers I'll be spending my day with. Period 1 is Mrs. Hamberfield, Period 2 is Mr. Styles, Period 3 is Ms. Garcia, Period 4 is Mr. Yang, Period 5 is Mr. Styles again, and Period 6 is Ms. Garcia again.
Last year the school got rid of a lot of teacher and hired a couple new ones but every student has atleast one teacher for 2 classes. Aperantley I got Mr. Styles and Ms. Garcia twice. Both of them must be new.
"Ella!" Emily shouted. She ran through the halls as she caught up to me. "Ells, who do you have for homeroom, huh?"
"I've got Ms. Garcia. I'm guessing she's new or something because I don't remember her from before." I said as Em and I walked. "Who do you have?"
"Mr. Styles, he's suppose to be this 23 year old hunky dunk. Aye papasito!" Emily moaned at the thought of Mr. Styles. The guy must be hot but it's kinda creepy that he's got his students moaning for him. "Gotta run before the bell rings, I also want to get a front row seat to get a good view of his good looks and badass tattoos!"
"How do you know he's got tattoos?" I ask. Knowing your teacher's got tattoos is an extreme level of creepy, even for Em. Unless he goes around in a tank top showing them off. Or the tattoos are on his face which I highly doubt.
Emily walked away while mouthing "Rumors!"
I walk into Ms. Garcia's class and we sit there for 10 minutes taking role. Of course I'm always last because of the W in my last name. Why do I have to be Walker?
Mr. Carry makes the announcement that we can all go to 1st period now. By this time I've given it a lot of thought and I'm actually excited to go to 2 period because I want to know what all the fuzz on Mr. Styles is about. I swear if he isn't handsome like Emily said he is I'll twist her head off.
I walk into Mrs. Hamberfield's classroom and sit down. I see Alice strutting into class, in her black heels. She flings her purse on an empty desk next to me and sits in the chair.
"Hey, A." I greet. "I'm so glad we have 1st period together!"
"Me too! Hey, have you heard about Mr. Styles, A.K.A. the only guy that has had like, all the girls in the school girls swooning in just the mention of his name, in like, ever?" She said, and dramatically placed the back of her hand on her forehead when she said swooning.
"So I've heard." I raised both my eyebrows and flipped some notebook paper. "I mean, I doubt this so called Mr. Styles is so handsome, he's got highschool girls 'swooning at the mention of his name'."
"Literally, Ell, that's exactly what I thought, before I saw him."
"You have him for homeroom?" I asked. If she says yes I will feel horrible. My two best friends have homeroom together. That's the class you spend most time in! And they've got it with this 'hot shot Styles'.
"Yeah! I know, I know. I'm one of the luckiest girls you've met. Thank you, thank you." Her hand was in the shape of a cup, and waved around, while pretending to cry.
We both giggled. "Do you have any classes with him?"
"Second and Fifth period." I raised my eyebrows, squinted my eyes, smiled, and nodded. "Two periods with him. And I swear, if he isn't the sexiest bitch I've ever seen, I will... Do something!"
"Do something...?" Alice laughed, and bent forward as she pretended it was the funniest thing anyone has ever said.
"I dunno!" I giggled. Then the bell rang. Ali and I had spent the whole period talking. Well, now it's time to check out the mysterious Mr. Styles.
"Ellybear," Alice said in a baby-like voice. Ellybear..? She's never called me that before. Suddenly her voice went deeper and scarier, "I already called dibs on Styles, if you think his balls are gonna drop when he sees you, you're wrong. His mouth dropped when he saw me. It didn't even drop, it fell to the floor. And if you even dare try to get his attention I will make you dissolve."
"Okay. Ali, I wasn't going to try to make his balls drop anyway." I said, packing my utensils into my bag, raising my brows a couple times in that sentence.
Her voice went back to a baby-like, sweet, innocent voice. "Thank you, Elly! I knew I could count on you!" She got up from her chair, grabbed her purse and strutted away.
I got up, closed my bag, and left the room. As I walked down the halls I began to wonder what Mr. Styles looked like. I was eager to see his face. I didn't want any other relationship, other than a good old-fashioned student-teacher friendship. But even I couldn't stop my curious side.
I walked in his room, already knowing where it was located, because it used to be Ms. Susan's room. She was the best teacher ever, and she looked very young to be a high school teacher.
I noticed all the girls, even the shy ones, sat in all the front rows. I walked up to Mr. Styles' desk , where he stood, back towards me, face toward the board.
"Hello Mr. Styles," I started. "Welcome to Richfiel-." I stopped once he turned around.
I didn't stop because of his achingly handsome face. I stopped because that was the same achingly handsome face that I kissed and shimmied with at Kaylee's wedding in the summer between Junior and Senior year.
"Harry.." I whispered. We both stood, watching each other in shock. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I am Mr. Styles. Harry Styles." He smiled. Suddenly his face went from a smile to a very confused look. "What are you doing here?"
I ran my hand through my hair and puffed out, just like he did when my mom caught us outside the venue, practically dry humping.
"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO." He started out slowly, but ended very quick. "You're not..? Are you..? No, no, no, no, no, no, no." He paced and ran a hand though his hair.
"Yes, Mr. Styles I am your student. Thank you for handling that so well." I said, putting my bag on my shoulder and sitting in a desk way in the back. As soon as I sat down, I let a breath out.
The whole period Harry gave me quick glances while he thought no one was looking, but those girls in the front row were never going to look any other direction, other than at him.
He was obviously nervous. He kept getting tongue-tied and kept stuttering. When I heard the bell ring I was relieved. I wouldn't have to be kept in that awkward position any longer. Or at least not until 5th period.
I got up and fast paced to his desk. "Harry what are we going to do?" I asked as soon as the last person left the room, and I closed the door.
"What do you mean 'what are we going to do?' there's nothing we can do but pretend we haven't met each other before. Treat me like all your other teachers." He said, very seriously. I stood in front of him with my mouth wide open. He asked, "What? Why is your face like that?"
"You're telling me you didn't feel anything when we kissed!" I whispered in an angrily manner.
"Uh, no! Why, did you?" He paused, waiting for my answer.
"Okay, no." I interrupted what he was about to say, "But if we keep trying, we might just end up feeling something. Eh, eh?" I nudged his hip and did an eyebrow dance.
"Ella, no! You're my student now and there's nothing I we can do except have a nice and natural friendship." He took his blazer off and hug it on his chair. "Like a flower." He put all his five fingers together and separated them as soon as he said that.
I laughed. "Are you serious?" I kept laughing until I noticed his expression. "Wait, you're serious?"
"Ella, I want something with you, trust me I want something with you, I do, but I just can't risk my career for some girl I kissed at her sister's wedding." He said scratching his cheek and raising his brows. The whole time I had my mouth open in shock and eyebrows raised. "You're beautiful but I just... can't."
"Some girl, huh?" I whispered. I put my bag on my shoulder and walked out of that class.
"No, Ella, that's not what I meant!" He yelled as I walked away. I was not looking forward for 5th period at this point.
