eye contact / h.s

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after lunch we continue with homeroom, which was normally the highlight of my day. i'd get to catch up with Ms. Yoak, i loved hearing about her. but sometimes whenever she was busy with her work, she printed me off coloring sheets. in which, i never did mind coloring, i really liked it.

homeroom to us was basically a free period. every once in a blue moon, we would go over the handbook, dress codes and such, but it is only so often. normally it would occur whenever we'd have girl wear a mesh shirt and no bra to school, causing her to get dress coded, and would freak out because someone pointed out her nipples. now by all means, i totally get it. our outfits really shouldn't matter because we all come for an education, but come on. where is the modesty these days.

i plop down in desk in the middle of the class, shoving my afternoon books to the edge of my desk. students coming in, filling up the classroom. of course, Haley sitting in front of me, once again. i pull out my phone, looking on snapchat, seeing nothing new but a few students here at school got smashed last night, not that its any of my business.

"is this what you guys normally do during this class?" Mr. Styles asks. i wait to see if anyone is going to answer, but it seems like half of the class is either asleep or laughing at their cellphones. "normally, its basically a free period unless you are instructed to go over the hand book or something with us," i say politely. i stare into his green eyes, noticing how beautiful his lashes are. i see his lips turn into a smirk, "are there assigned seats in here?" i shake my head, "is that where you normally sit, Opal?" i shake my head once again, "no sir, i used to sit beside Ms. Yoak, unless she was busy then she would print out coloring sheets for me." i speak, looking down at my hands and then up at him.

"oh really? there is plenty of room for you to pull up a chair and tell me more about yourself," Mr. Styles offers. i don't actually think it would be that bad of an idea to go up and chat with him, after all this is his first day here, as well i just lost someone whom i trust a lot in the world, i don't suspect it would be awful to try and gain another. besides, he seems like he could use a friend or at least a guide.

i push my seat to the corner of the room, back behind his desk where i used to with Ms. Yoak. "how has your first day been, sir?" i question with my eyes locked on his. "not bad at all, actually slowly getting better," he nods, "tell me about yourself baby love."

i blush at his name calling, and look down to play with my fingers, until i feel his finger underneath my chin, pulling my head up to meet his eyes.

"what do you want to know?" i whisper, biting my lip, a nervous habit of mine.

"what is your full name?" he asks,
"Opal Margret Carter," i say with a smile.
"thats a lovely middle name, Opal," he compliments.
"thank you sir."
"how old are you, love?"
"17, 18 in 6 months. how old are you Mr. Styles?" i nod my head as i'm talking. never once loosing eye contact.
"i just turned 26 a month ago," he smirks at me. nearly making me melt like a popsicle on the fourth of July.

the bell goes off, signaling us to head to our classes, "i'll see you tomorrow morning baby love." he whispers, "see you, Mr. Styles," i reply back.

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after school was over, i grabbed my bag out of my locker, and nearly ran to my jeep. on a normal day, i'd take my time, plus i run weird so i don't really run. but i was dying for a smoke break.

i unlocked the door, waiting for Haley to make her way out of here. knowing she'd be another 5 minutes after making her round with the basketball team. really though, no judge. if she is happy with messing around with guys who have swamp balls after a practice, so be it.

i start up the engine, and plug my phone into the aux and relaxing to Without Me by Eminem. it may be an oldie but its a goldie.

as the end of the song reaches, i drive to the back of the school, wondering where Haley is. i park on the side beside a gray corvette.

i turn up the stereo as Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days comes on, and roll down the window. "come on Haley," i whisper to myself, wanting to get on the road and smoke a little smoke but because she is a little later than normal, i go ahead and light one up.

just as i'm taking my second inhale, i nearly choke from seeing Mr. Styles exiting the building. the corvette beside me beeps twice, signaling its being unlocked.

"hello Opal! in this yours?" he asks looking up at me due to my lifted vehicle. "yes sir," i stare at him, and then glance down at his corvette, "you have a nice car." i speak.

"you ever rode in one?" he asks, "no sir," i respond. "i'll have to take you for a ride one day, baby love." all i can do is nod at his words, my cheeks so pink that i can feel the heat from my face.

"you know, smoking is prohibited on school grounds?" he says, crossing his arms.

i take one last drag and put out the butt in the ash tray, "what cigarette, sir?" i ask so innocently. "well played dearest," he speaks getting in his car.

he pulls out after starting the roaring engine, and i wave him goodbye.

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