Punished [h.s]

8

Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

I couldn't find words to say to him. I can't believe I just kissed my teacher. What the hell is wrong with me?!

"I um I need to go," I stuttered before pushing myself off his lap and grabbing my stuff before hurriedly running out of the class, ignoring his calls towards me.

I ran back to my room almost getting in trouble and closed the door. Why did I kiss him? He is a perverted human being that just so happens to have the most beautiful eyes ever.

"Ughhh!" I flopped back on my bed just remembering what happened moments ago.

As much as I liked sulking, there was a knock on the door.

"What," I called blatantly. Of course, who pops in, Lydia.

"Hi Danielle, what happened?" She asked curiously before sitting across from me on her bed.

"He gave me a warning yanno because I'm new," I lied. If anyone found out about Mr. Styles and I's little encounter I'll jump out the goddamn window.

"Oh wow you're lucky. Usually all new comers get some sort of punishment," she responded whilst furrowing her brow.

Shit.

"We'll anywho," oh thank god she didn't suspect anything "since I made sure that we had the same schedule, we have literature in 10. Maybe you can um look presentable," she giggled before sitting at her desk and applying some mascara.

Deciding that I was in enoug trouble for one day, I took a quick shower and then got dressed, and then braiding a strand of hair back into my neatly positioned bun this time. I decided for only a cat eye and some mascara on my top lashes and a nude lipstick.

"Wow, you clean up good," Danielle stated as she turned to look at me from her reading.

"Thanks," I mumbled whilst irritably adjusting my itchy skirt.

"Come on let's go grumpy." Lydia handed me the book I was going to need and we headed down the corridor to our class.

"Oh crap, I forgot something in the room, I'll be right back, it's just up ahead there," Lydia replied before hurriedly walking the other way.

I was about to continue on when someone walked right into me. I could realize those strong hands from anywhere.

"Ugh, why do we keep meeting like this?" I asked.

"I don't know but I kinda like it."

"Of course you would."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothin'." Mr. Styles blinked slowly at me..

"Listen I gotta get to class before I'm late again," I sighed not wanting to really converse with him regarding what happened earlier.

"Can we just talk a sec-"

"There's nothing to talk about, I made a mistake okay, it's nothing," I whispered under my breath before brushing past him to class.

I think we all know that I sure as hell wouldn't take back that kiss for anything even tho he seems like a narcissistic sadist ass hole.

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Hey guys sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been super busy! Hope your are enjoying the story and please comment and vote! This chapter is kinda a filler but hope u like! :)