Devastated (A HARRY STYLES FANFICTION)

Chapter 3

My jaw dropped to the ground,my body numb, cheeks burning as I stood there facing the boy across from me . A tiny smile crept up his face more like a cocky smirk as I struggled for words .  All I got was : "I..I..I have to go."I whispered and staggered out of the room, books in hand. As soon as I got out I half fell against the wall with the door and let out a huge sigh. What does he think of himself ? Obviously like he is cool or whatever. Maybe the class never really had a teacher before me. I balanced myself and quickly made my way through the hallways, navigating through the loads of students.

After a really tiresome day with ill-mannered students, I finally got some time to get over the mist forming in my head. Pondering over the experiences of the day, I had learnt 4 things.

1. I needed to wear more cloth and less make-up wbile teaching here.

2. The students here had probably started education directly fron high school, because the didn't know anything about manners and respect.

3. Before comming to give my lectures, I would have to prepare myself.

4. If life went on like this, I would certainly kill myself one day.

Despite all of this, I had also met Daren, a male teacher exactly my age with alluring brown eyes and midnight black hair. His eyes reminded me of the old barn doors, flecks of deep brown married with lighter hues. He, Daren was self-effacing and polite, and I really liked him. Atleast until I settled here, he would help me and develop companionship, so I wouldn't feel knocked out.

The phone bell snapped me out of my thoughts, into the real world. I pulled out my cellphone abd mt lips stretched into a smile as I saw Louis's name on the screen.

"Hey, Lou. How are you?" I chirp, the relief and joy clear in my voice.

"I'm fine. How was your day, love?" He asks.

"Tiresome and boring. But that was before I heard your voice".

I could almost hear him smiling.

"Plus, I've made this new friend. Darren his name is."

"Wait a sec. What do you mean?"

"Oh Louis! He's just a friend."

"Must be really hot, huh?" He says and I could feel the sarcasm in his modulated voice.

"Louis, he's endearing, but not tempting". I tried to sound mollified. 

"Yeah I ..aaa.. I'll come to pick you tommorrow." It came more like an order, and I knew he was angry at me. He would be okay once he meets him, I thought to myself.

"Okay! Bye, Loui."

"Bye, love. See you tomorrow."

"I love you." I remind him.

"I love you." He returns the favour. I hung up.

I dropped my cellphone in my bag and started walking, with my head down, staring at my feet as they moved metrically.

I walked toward my car, hoping tomorrow would be better than today.