Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 13

I had basically run from the table that day. The silent meal was painful and just plain awkward to sit through. After scarfing down my pizza, I went to go find Riley. She had bought 3 pairs of jeans, 2 shirts, and that yellow sundress. We'd gotten back to the dorm pretty late. I crashed right away not giving a second thought to "dinner" with Harry. 

...

"Chelsea! Chelsea! Get up!" my eyes flicked open to Riley jumping up and down at the base of my bed. I rolled over groaning, my legs pulling the blanket back over myself. 

"What are you doing?" I moaned harshly. 

"C'mon! We both have English together this morning remember?" Oh yeah. We'd found out yesterday that we were in the same English class. I was really excited knowing that I'd have a friend in the class. But I was starting to regret that excitement as she woke me up. 

"What time is it?!" 

"7!" With the peppiness in her voice I could tell she was definitely a morning person. 

"What? Class starts at 9 why'd you wake me up?!" I spoke from behind gritted teeth. 

"I was thinking we could go grab some breakfast together," I sat up to look at her smiling. She was already changed, her ponytail already sleeked back. I couldn't deny her.

"Ugh okay give me 15 minutes," I said before burying my face under a pillow. 

... 

We mis-judged the morning traffic so much that we had to get our breakfast on the go. I bit effortlessly into my crossaint as we walked towards campus. It was 8:53 so we would probably make it just on time. To my right, Riley was devouring down her yogurt parfait and simultaneously mumbling to me about how nervous she is. 

"Riley. It's the first day of class. I'm sure it won't be hard," I tried reassuring her. She shrugged crunching granola between her jaw. 

"It's right here," she mentioned licking her lips and pointing to an old brown building. On such a modern campus like this, it was a big change to see such an aged building. There was a giant clock hanging at the top of the building. We walked up the steps and through the doors, easily finding our class. It was the first on the right. 

We walked inside and I was surprised to see the room buzzing. It was pretty crowded, and almost all the seats were taken. Riley and I gave each other a second glance before stepping inside. We found two seats in the back next to Niall. I didn't know Niall was in this class too. Riley and Niall smiled at each other, and I couldn't help but smile too. 

"Settle down everyone, settle down," I heard from the front of the room. In walked a young man with black hair. He had dark stuble growing along the sides of his chin. He was dressed in a blue button up shirt and a pair of black slacks. He held a brown brief case firmly in his left hand, showing off the veins in his muscles. I heard a few girls aweing over the man.

"I'm Mr. Malik and I will be your teacher for English this semester," he said turning to face us. He was good looking, really good looking. He had some mystery to his face, making him undeniably sexy. I shook my head, closing my eyes. What are you thinking Chelsea? He's your teacher...

This was definitely the most interesting class I've taken. Not because of his good looks, but because he was an amazing teacher. Describing each concept in depth, answering each question thoroughly. I raised my hand frequently trying to stay engaged. 

"Okay guys. That's it for class, but I do have to say something before you all go. As you all know I am a young teacher-" he was interuppted by giggling girls, "-but that doesn't mean I'm any easier than any other teacher. I do things a little differently though. You won't be getting assigned any homework this semester-" he was interuppted once again, but this time by cheering. He held up a finger in anticipation, "Except there will be a big essay at the end of the year. It will include many concepts we'll go over throughout the semester, so it's to your own benefit if you pay attention in class. It's worth half of your grade, and the other half will be projects and participation. Sound good? Alright. See you all next class." 

I furrowed my eyebrows, no homework? I obviously wasn't one to be pro-homework but I didn't like the sound of a do-or-die essay. I waited until everyone trickled out of the room, telling Riley I'd catch up with her. I walked up to Mr. Malik who was packing up his supplies.

"Um Mr. Malik? Could I talk to you for a second?" I asked trying to be as polite as possible. 

"Sure Ms.-" he stopped.

"Garcia. I mean um I'm Chelsea. Chelsea Garcia," I said avoiding his gaze that was now set on me, "I was just wondering about your um-homwork policy."

"Hmm?" he asked dropping the last of his papers into his brief case. 

"I just want to know why you're doing it this way. I don't mean to criticize your teaching skills or anything I just don't think this is the best method...do you really think that just one essay at the end of the semester will be the best way to judge our writing skills?" I asked not really sure where my confidence was coming from. 

"No...but I don't think assigning hours of homework is either. I'm surprised Ms. Garcia. Most students are celebrating that there's no homework..." 

"I know. It's just that what if I mess up the essay or I bomb it for some reason?" I asked confused why I even asked him all this in the first place. I came to college for one reason only: to get my degree. I wasn't planning on interacting with boys, and especially not hot young male teachers. I wanted to focus on my schoolwork, that's my priority. 

"I think you'll be fine Chelsea," he gave a small smile, showing a set of perfectly straight teeth. Great, now he probably thinks I'm stupid. 

"Um alright thanks," I mumbled walking out of the room. 

"Oh and Chelsea?" I turned back. "I'm excited to have you as a student this year." His eyes raked me up and down. I smiled blushing, not sure what that meant. There were two ways to look at that. Welcoming or creepy. 

I stepped back outside to find Riley texting away on her phone. 

"Sorry bout that." 

"What was that about?" she asked looking up at me.

"Nothing. I was just asking him something," she returned back to her phone. 

"Are you going tonight?" she asked a minute later as we walked back to her car. 

"What?" 

"The party."

"There's a party?" She looked at me like I was crazy. 

"Yeah at the Kappa Tau house..."

"Another one?" I was surprised thinking back to just a few nights ago when I was at that frat house. 

"Yeah. Kappa Tau's apparently known for their parties. They're constantly having them." 

"I can see that," I spoke under my breath.

"Soooo..." she unlocked her car with a beep, "Are we going?" 

"Um. I think I'll pass on this one but you can go," I said walking around to the passenger's side. The last paty at the Kappa Tau house didn't go so well, I don't think I wanna go there again anytime soon. 

"C'mon pleaseeeeee. I won't get drunk this time," she said while looking over at me once we both get in the car. 

That isn't the problem. The problem is I know Harry's gonna be there. And that makes me nervous.