That's Miles to you Ms.Davis

Chapter Three

The next morning I woke up ten minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off, so I got up and went to the bathroom. Then I went downstairs had coffee and breakfast, made a second cup of coffee and took it up to my room. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, eased my face, put lotion on my face, and brushed out my hair. Then I pulled out my clothes for the day and slid them on. my outfit consists of a grey, high-low one direction tank top, red shorts with a British flag on the butt pocket, my British flag high top converse sneakers, my 'Niall' necklace, a one direction charm bracelet, and a form fitting red zip-up hoodie. I put on foundation, cover up, eye liner, mascara, a light brown eye shadow, lip gloss and a touch of blush. I let my hair fall in their natural waves and pinned back my bangs. After I packed my lunch, and set my purse and backpack by the front door. Then I sat on my couch and watched tv until it was time to go.

Miles: good morning beautiful

Me: hey cutie :)

Miles: how are you this morning?

Me: energized and yourself?

Miles: great... Now ;)

Me: awe :) so how did you sleep?

Miles: pretty good.

Me: no issues?

Miles: not to many. so how did you sleep?

Me: pretty good, I woke up before the alarm.

Miles: wait ... that's possible?

Me: oh hush!

Miles: you know you like me!

Me: I do, I can't deny it.

Miles: it's okay I like you too ;)

Me: bad boy! you aren't supposed to like me!

Miles: baby, I am the reason they invented the word 'bad'. besides you shouldn't like me either.

Me: the word 'bad' has been around for quite a few decades...

Miles: and...?

Me: I told you, you're old :)

Miles: oh Christ! I should have known that one was coming...

Me: haha you really should have...

Miles: guess I'll never learn.

Me: are you at school yet?

Miles: yeah why?

Me: I think I might need some extra tutoring ;)

Miles: I can help you with your other classes if you'd like.

Me: you wouldn't mind?

Miles: I'm your teacher, it's my job.

Me: I know, but you're also my boyfriend and I don't want you to feel like that's why I'm dating you or anything like that.

Miles: not at all. when we started dating I told you, I'm your teacher first, boyfriend second.

Me: I know.

Miles: come up to the school, I'll let the security guard know you're coming.

Me: alright see you in a few.

Miles: alright, see you then.

I tossed my phone in my purse, grabbed my keys out of the key dish by the front door, picked up my bags, and went out to my car. I threw my stuff in the back seat of my purple BMW convertible and slid into the drivers seat. Twelve minutes later I pulled into the school parking lot and got out. after picking up my bags, I locked the doors, and dug my wallet out. I opened my wallet and showed the security guard my student ID, he nodded and I walked past him. I walked down the hall, made a right, went up the stairs, walked further down the hall, made a left, and entered the room on the left, at the end of the hall.o walked in without a sound and Miles sat as his desk, writing something. his face was focused, his forehead wrinkled, eyebrows scrunched, lips pursed, jaw tight. he looked so sexy. with his baby blue dress shirt, with the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows, and the top buttons on his shirt undone, revealing a few parts of his tattoos. His hair was messily sitting on his head from the many tomes, he ran his fingers threw it. I quietly set my bags on the front table and slowly walked behind him, careful not to make sound. when he was concentrating on something as hard as he is, its hard to snap him out of it. I stood behind his chair, leaned forward, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him back against the back of the chair, then rested my chin on his shoulder and pecked him