Teacher's Pet (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 3

Running to my next period class I nearly slammed into the lockers, bumping into someone.

"OH CRAP-- I'M SO SORRY!!" I yelled panicking, reaching to help up the poor student I rammed into.

"BITCH, YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T BEAT YOUR ASS," the person snickered, bursting out into laughter.

I finally got a good look at their face, and it was none other then my best friend Jen, my home-skillet.

"Oh god, you gave me a heart attack!!" I exclaimed, laughing with them on our way to History class which we had together.

We sat down next to each other in the back of the room, taking out our books to work. But I sure as hell wasn't focused on working for that class period.

I took a deep breath, ripping a piece of paper out of my notebook, scribbling quickly and sliding it towards Jen.

"Oh my god you will never believe what happened last period. I have so much to tell you. ~K"

"Gosh Kayla what happened now? Was it something a "cute boy" did? ~JS"

"IT WAS MORE THAN JUST A CUTE BOY JEN. It was a cute MAN. A HANDSOME MAN. A TEACHER!!! MY LAST PERIOD TEACHER JEN I LITERALLY CANNOT HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW I JUST TORE THE PAPER OOPS. ~K"

"Great going Kayla A+ job. WOAH WOAH. A teacher? You're messing with me. What did he do.. You might've just been daydreaming haha ~JS"

"Jen I swear to god. His name is Mr. Styles.. He's the new chemistry teacher, and he's so hot I swear we were staring at each other the whole time in class. He told me to come after last period to his room. I'm kind of scared but excited at the same time?? I don't know what to expect H E L P ~K"

"Yo this sounds like one of those Teacher/Student fanfics I'm reading. Maybe he'll start trying to woo you and next thing you know you're in his arms and muuuuuuuuch more ~JS"

"STOP NO I'LL SCREAM AND CRY. I CAN'T HANDLE THAT. I'M NOT READY. ~K"

"Maybe he's into that. I bet he'll be ;) ~JS"

"JEN IM GOING TO KILL YOU-----" I stopped writing once the bell rang, red in the face and glaring at my cruel friend. I ripped up the paper and threw it into the trash, stomping in rage to catch Jen before they ran out the door.

"WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THAT TO ME??? I'M ALREADY NERVOUS ENOUGH!" I said whining, shoving them hard.

"HAHAHA! I'm sorry, I couldn't help it--- That opportunity was just screaming my name," they snickered, feeling no regrets for teasing me. "Don't worry, he'd get his hot ass fired for doing anything like that. Unleeeeeess you kept it a secret~ I can obviously tell you like him a lot."

"I'm so done with you. If something does happen, I'm not telling you!!!" I stormed off to my locker leaving them behind, hearing their laughter fade as I walked farther and farther away.

"Awww, I'll text you later! Good luck with your little crush," they shouted from the other end of the hallway, walking off into the other direction.

Finally approaching my locker, I angrily put in my combo, pouting and still red in the face. Once I opened my lock, only then did I realize that it was the end of the day... My last period class was with my best friend, and now I had to face Mr. Styles... Alone... I just doomed myself, shoving away my only help for surviving my encounter with him!

I texted Jen quickly, only to get a reply a minute later:

"Sorry, I've got kick-boxing tonight right after the GSA meeting, I can't afford to be late! My mom will kill me. I'm sorry, but good luck! You'll be fine. Just call me if something's up. If you're not to busy ;)"

UGH. I couldn't tell if they were serious or just messing with me again!! Angrily stuffing my books in my bag, I threw my locker door shut and started slowly making my way to his classroom. Maybe he wouldn't be there. Maybe it was a joke and he went straight home, not expecting me to really go. Maybe, if he is there, it's just to talk about class, or about him being new. It's not something weird or gross like Jen was suggesting, it can't be. He's a teacher after all, and I'm his student.

Before I knew it there I was standing in front of his classroom door. It was closed and seemed dark inside. Taking a deep breath I opened it, instantly locking my sights with a pair of deep green eyes that belonged to the bushy-haired beauty, Mr. Styles.