He was truly enchanting. I couldn't think of any other word to describe him. My mind would often wander to thoughts of my history teacher, especially during study hall when his quizzes loomed over me. His dark jade green eyes and curly brunette locks exuded both intimidation and a comforting ease. Perhaps "precious" would be a fitting description, although I was hesitant, considering my dad's aversion to being called "pretty" by my nana.
As for Mr. Styles, I hadn't settled on a name yet, so "Lovely" seemed as good as any. My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden slam on my desk, drawing attention to my daydreams about impossible dates with Mr. Styles.
"Jesus, Beth, can you ever focus in my class? You're always lost in your own world," Mr. Styles spoke with evident frustration, causing the other students to turn and observe the scene. His apparent irritation sent a shiver down my spine. He was like a beautiful incarnation of Satan, well-rested and all.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Styles. I was trying to recall the year Abraham Lincoln was born," I lied, tucking my hair behind my ear and avoiding his piercing gaze that seemed to single me out.
"Sure, whatever, Beth. I'll let you slide with that excuse," Mr. Styles remarked, while the class unsuccessfully stifled their giggles and groans of boredom. His pouty mouth seemed to add to his ability to command the room with ease.
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Broken Cravings (REVISING AND REWRITING)
JugendliteraturIn this story, a 15-year-old girl grows feelings for her 34-year-old teacher, but little does she know the man has dark secrets. Can her angelic, innocent aura fight off his demonic ways before she changes for the worse? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
