My Teacher ♕ H.S.

Chapter 6

We once again we sat at our lunch table, the only sound in the cafeteria was the chatter of high schoolers and Alfie talking about a game with his friends. He still had the nerve to come and sit next to me. And yes, he still has no clue that I was nearly forced into something that I did not want to do in a bathroom after he ditched me. My ex-boyfriend is a dick.

Mollie sat across from me and Sophie was to my left. Sophie ate quietly while reading a book and Mollie gave multiple death glares to Alfie, even though it was enjoyable to watch it made the awkward atmosphere even more uncomfortable. The bell rang and Mollie took my hand leading me out towards a bathroom. 

She walked over to a mirror that was her height, fixing the hairs that had fallen out of her black bobby pin. She spun around to face me, picking at her mint nails. “Please explain to me why you dated him.”

I shrug. I honestly don’t know. He was hot and the only guy student taller than me in the school, but other than that he was dumber than a rock (except for in physiology….damn you Alfie), and I realize that it made me look dumb to date him. 

“You can do so much better.” She spoke truthfully, “Like, Mr.Styles or something.”

“Mollie.” I warned. She knows how annoyed I’ve become with her obsession, and after that elevator situation I walked away with an ache in my heart. It’s weird. 

“Sorry, Sorry, I was just throwing some ideas out there.” We head to physiology and take a seat in the only unoccupied seats, in the back. Every girl and cake face in this district wants to get a closer look at Mr.Styles Clear completion or the way he styled his hair today. But I can’t blame them. His face is like a face that you would find on a face wash commercial.

“Good after noon class.” Mr.Styles walked in with a stack of papers in his hand. A chorus of flirtatious greetings were thrown at him, he smiled to himself. “Today we are having a pop quiz just to see how well you have been paying attention.”

My head snapped up at the mention of the word ‘quiz’. I did not study for this nor I have been listening. Plus I’m not mentally prepared. Mr.Styles walked to the front rows passing out the correct number of papers, the front people passing them back. I turned to Mollie, a look of worry on her face too.

“I wish you luck.” I told her. She nodded back to me, and then the exam was laid on the desk in front of us.

Well, here goes nothing.

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“The bell is about to ring, please pass up your papers.” Mr.Styles spoke from the front of the class. He made it impossible to cheat on the piece of shit, walking up and down the isles and his eyes catching every single movement made. I miss Mrs.Smith. I miss her sleeping in class so I could go get the text book and copy it off of there. That’s literally the only reason I passed this horrid class.

The quiz was finished, but I was almost 100% sure that I flunked it. I’m also pretty sure that everyone else did too, the majority of the being the girls batting their eyelashes at the teacher. 

On que the bell rang, I almost sprinted out the door to go home.

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Again, I didn’t sleep through the night. I was usually because I was thinking to much but this time it was because of that stupid quiz. Why am I worrying so much? 

Maybe it’s because of Mr.Styles. I have finally convinced myself that I have the smallest of crushes on him, and I’m blaming Mollie. He obsession has rubbed off on me. Maybe I’m nervous that he’ll grade my test and think I’m stupid, and maybe he only dates his girlfriend because she’s smart. 

I walked into Spanish to see Mollie sitting in the front row. I gave her a questioning look, but sat next to her. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I dropped Art.” She said rolling her eyes. She really does hate that class, “And some of my classes got moved around, and I just happened to be put here.”

The bell rang and the teacher was still not here. That’s not normal. We usually walk in and have to interrupt her on her fangirling of that Mexican actor. 

I got out my homework, it’s always the first thing we do in class. The doors swung open and in walked this blonde man. Mollie gasped quietly. 

‘Here we go again.’ my mind spoke. Must be a new student. I looked up to find the total opposite. A teacher. 

“Oh my god Monica. Oh my god.” Mollie whispered besides me. 

“Hello class, I’m Mr.Horan. I’ll be filling in for your teacher while she recovers.” He said, an Irish accent thick.

“What happened to her?” I spoke out.

He looked over to me, “She had a heart attack.”

Probably she fangirled to hard. I watch Mr.Horan as his eyes trailed to my best friend. She must of seen it to, she looked down at her hands in her lap and her cheeks turned a dark red. 

Mollie? Blushing? Never have I ever thought I would see this. 

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Hey guys! Has Mollie found someone else to obsess over? hmmmmm idk. okay but I'm truely sorry for this being too short. It's terrible but I promise I will make it up to you! I love you guys♥

~Poppy xxx