Acting In Love | H.S.

4

Finally, the school day was over.

I couldn't stop thinking about the interaction I had with Mr. Styles after class. What the hell was he talking about when he told me to stay away from Chandler? If anything, it made me crave him even more.

Fuck.

I know I probably shouldn't get involved with Chandler, but rebellious acts are just my instinct. I can't help them sometimes. But I know in my head that Mr. Styles is probably right. I really want to try to improve myself for my mom.

I finally arrived in my room, with my luggage and boxes still on the floor, waiting to be unpacked. Even though I had only been at this school for like, 6 hours, I couldn't help but miss my family. It was empty without having them around. Even though the fighting was insane, I miss the sound of their voices and holding my little sisters. It was crazy having four siblings, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door.

Who the hell could be knocking, I don't even know anyone at this school.

I walk over to the door and jump a little when I see Chandler standing across from me.

"Uh..How did you find my room?" I ask curiously, crossing my arms with a glare plastered across my face.

"Just asked the lady upfront." He smirked. God, I wanted to slap that smirk across his face. Guys like him are doomed to be awful. I groan and begin to close the door when he puts his hand on mine and stops the door from closing. I quickly pull my hand away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I yell, causing some students walking in the hallway to stare at us. "Listen sweetheart, I just wanted to show you around and all the clubs we got goin' on so you're not all alone in your room all the time. A girl like you needs a little fun in her life." He said while tapping my chin.

I'm not going to lie. That made me blush and he noticed. I smiled at the ground and thought about it for a few seconds.

"Fuck it. Let's go." I giggled as he reached out his hand for me to grab after I grabbed my bag. He took his hand in mine and he walked me to the main building of the school, where it seemed like hundreds of clubs were set up to showcase what they do.

"Theater club, huh." I laughed as I saw Mr. Styles there with a few students holding up signs that were promoting their club. At this point I didn't even notice that Chandler and I were still holding hands.

Mr. Styles definitely saw this and he certainly did not look happy. What, was Chandler really that bad?? I didn't understand why he had such strong opinions about me with Chandler when I had only just met him a few hours ago.

"Yeah, I'm in theater club, actually. We meet every Wednesday after school." Chandler explained with a grin on his face.

"Why aren't you there promoting it with them, then?" I questioned, smirking.

"Oh, those are the officers of the club and Mr. Styles isn't quite fond of me."

"Why not?"

"I caught him making out with the theater intern last year and reported it to the administrators. He's lucky he wasn't getting all up in a student's business, otherwise he would have been kicked out, that's for damn sure."

Well shit!

"Wowza. That's a lot to take in." I laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of my neck in discomfort.

"Wouldn't be surprised if he did end up making out with a student." Chandler laughed and we continued walking past the tables and we began to approach the restaurants that were in the building.

"Wouldn't mind if I was that student.." I mumbled quietly with a smirk on my face.

"Hm?" Chandler said, unaware of what I said. I jumped a little and shook my head.

"Um, nothing, sorry. Just thinking." We sit down at a small table in the cafeteria and Chandler begins to talk.

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime—" Suddenly he was interrupted by the bell for curfew.

"Um. I'll think about it." I laugh awkwardly as I pick up my things to get back to my dorm. If I'm being honest, younger guys weren't my type and he just placed me in an extremely awkward situation. Plus, I had a feeling that what Mr. Styles had told me was right. I quickly fast walk back to the building where my dorm is with my head down and I suddenly bump into someone. All of my stuff had been knocked on the ground, due to the hard collision. I reach down to pick up my stuff when I suddenly see another pair of hands helping me pick up my books that had fallen out of my bag. I look up to face the person who I had bumped into.

Mr. Styles?!

'Shit. It's my first day here and I'm making a fucking fool of myself.' I thought to myself.

Our faces were two inches apart as our eyes met. A small smirk appeared on his face as we finished up gathering the books that had fallen on the navy blue carpet in the hallway. It felt like we were staring into each other's eyes for eternity.

"Miss Knight. Please watch where you're going next time." He instructed, leaning into my face, then quickly standing up and handing me my stuff. I muttered a thank you and quickly walked away to my dorm, frantically.

As soon as I got into my room, I shut my door and I could feel myself sweating. My whole body felt hot and my face was burning red. I had never felt this way before. Humiliation? Or am I just flustered by his charming good looks?

How the fuck am I going to control myself for the rest of this year?!