I tap my pencil on the desk as I look down at the workbook that was practically gibberish. "Y/N! Why don't you explain this equation?" Harry asks my mouth drops because he never calls on you. "Um...x is the slope." I mumble hesitantly. He runs his hands through his hair nodding. He scribbles it on the smartboard. "What about Y?" He asks spinning the marker between his fingers. "It's the intercept." He bites his lip quickly. "Correct, Mia what is B?" His green eyes leave mine and looks at her. While she is flipping through the pages to find the definition.
Ever since the time I cried in front of him he and I have hitting it off. I remeber when at the moment he removed my glasses wiped my eyes and he looked at me. Remorse in those emerald green eyes, his big hands cupping my cheeks, those thumbs wipe my cheeks as his bedroom amethyst amorous eyes grow into an bloodstone staring into my ordinary Brown ones. "Mr. Styles?" My voice slightly up a pitch as "all about that bass" is playing in the background on Pandora. "Call me Harry." He whispers before bringing his mouth like mine. The memory might as well be a photograph because I can pick it up at anytime.
When the bell rings my eyes widen in shock as the kids flush out of the classroom. I begin to rush to put my things away but I feel his muscular arms wrap my arm and his lips and the teeth behind them nip on my ear. "Hey you why are rushing?" He mumbles his hands are in my hair.
"I'm going to be late." I whisper and his hands grips my hair a little tighter. "But all I've been thinking about his that mouth." I feel my face get hot. His lips meet mine but then, he pulls away. I state up at him as his fingers touch the rims of my glasses. I bite my lip and I quickly put my books away getting up and practically running and tripping to the door as a students enter the class room.
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This story is partially true. I was inspired by events of my former hot teacher was arrested for sleeping with a student.
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