My Good Girl

chapter 3

The next morning, I head down stairs after getting ready for school. I grab a apple and run out the door to ride my bike with Cathy to school.
"Bye dad!' I yell.

I get to school and go into my first period class which is thankfully art.
I sit down and see Jake Millerton sitting next to me. Ugh. The guy who is like in love with me but has a bad reputation of treating girls like shit.

So many people like me from the school but I never give them my attention. I only have eyes for one person and that's Mr. Styles.
"Hey Lolita." I hear Jake say. I furrow my eyebrows, angry at the nickname he just called me. He is NOT my close friend and he is definitely NOT family. So he has no right to call me that.
"How do you even know that's my nickname?" I say louder than I expected.
I glance at Mr. Styles, he's looking at me but I don't care. I look back at Jake glaring at him.
"Sorry hun. Just heard Cathy call you that and wanted to as well." He says.
"Well that's too bad. Don't ever call me that again. I am Dolores Hayes to you." I cross my arms.
"Okay alright." He says.
"Thank you kind sir." I say sarcastically.
Jake moves his chair closer to me and whispers in my ear:
"The things I would do to you."
"Excuse me?!" I stand up. How dare he even talk to me like that. That's gross.
"Dolores. What is the problem?" Mr. Styles says.
"Jake is saying sexual remarks to me." I say grabbing my book bag and leaving the classroom.
"Wait Dolores." I hear Mr. Styles say.
I keep going down the hallway and into the bathroom stall.

I stay in the bathroom for about an hour. Now is gym. I'm just gonna go to art like always. I also feel bad for not answering Mr. Styles when he called me. I walk into the class; the door is open.
"Dolores. Hi. I'm glad to see you." Mr. Styles says to me.
"Hey.." I say emotionless and sit down. He stands in front of me. I put my head down.
"Talk to me.. what happened earlier." He says with sympathy in his voice.
"Jake.. he likes me and is always saying insulting stuff to me." I mumble in my arms, not even looking at him.
"What did he say?" I hear him closer to me now. I look up at him. I nearly move back when I realize he's literally inches away from my face. His beautiful eyes locked on my eyes.
I can barely even speak.
".. he said that I don't even know the things he would do to me." I say. He looks down at my lips. For a second I feel like he's going to kiss me. He looks back at my eyes.
"He won't be bothering you anymore." He says and stands back up heading back to his desk. Something sparks up in me.
"And why is that Mr. Styles?" I stand up walking towards his desk. He looks at me up and down, his eyes slowly analyzing me.
"Because I had a talk with him."
I sit on his desk, chewing on my bubble gum. I blow a bubble.
I look at him and unbutton a button from my shirt.
"It's hot in here." I say. I can see his cheeks turning red. He licks his lips and the bell rings.
"Time to go home." I say and sigh, grabbing my book bag.
"Do you want a ride home?" He says.
"Sure." I answer smiling.
"Meet me outside." He says. I nod my head.
Thoughts start to race in my mind. This is the most Mr. Styles has even talked to me.

I sit on the bench outside of the school. I see Mr. Styles walking towards me.
"Let's go." He mouths out to me. I get up and we head to the school parking lot.