eye contact / h.s

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"that is okay, that he comes by this evening, right?" Haley reassures.

i nervously chuckle, or at least try to make it seem non-fake, "yeah, i guess so. it just means i actually have to cook dinner for once," trying to crack a joke between us.

i was totally not ready. sure, we usually keep the house tidy but i don't want him to come into our home without us having at least an hour to spare.

but on the other hand i truly have no idea why i'm getting myself all worked up, he is only my english teacher. he is coming in to help my friend Haley, who is his former student, as am I.

i try to ease down the butterflies by telling myself that i'm only like every other girl in the classroom. he is just like the rest of my teachers, only he will be in my house in a minimum of 5 hours.

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i meet Haley outside, she must have cancelled all of her boy meet ups because she is actually on time to my Jeep this afternoon. she must want to be slightly prepared for Mr. Styles.

i don't question her being so early, instead i just look at her with a smile, start the engine, and set destination to our home.

"i was thinking we have spaghetti and garlic bread this evening? is that okay?" i ask, hoping she would agree because i don't think i have anything more simpler for a short noticed dinner.

"of course, your spaghetti is the best. how could i decline?" she laughs, "besides, i was hoping we wouldn't have to go pick up take out again. it was beginning to upset my stomach," she places her hand on her lower abdomen. i totally understand was she was putting down, i giggle lightly, and roll up the windows as we pull in the garage.

i lock the doors, and unlock the flat. i set my bag down on the couch, and running to my room to put on a pair of leggings and a grey long-sleeved shirt. not to be super extra, but because it was kind of chilly in the house, i top off my outfit with a red flannel. being in comfortable clothes is like heaven. i quickly jot downstairs, putting some water to a boil and pulling out the garlic bread to thaw some. the good Lord knows how long thats been in the freezer. i preheat the oven to the right temperature.

once the water was boiling, i spill the hard but soon soft noodles into the pot. figuring i could go ahead and put the garlic bread in, i shove in the small pan full of long garlic bread strips. i pour the sauce into a different pot, going ahead and heating it up to put on the noodles.

the door bell rings, only making my stomach flutter. i glance at my reflection in the table, making sure i look alright to answer the door.

"Haley! Mr. Styles is here!" i yell down the hall. i take a deep breath and pull the door open. i greet us with the only familiar, vibrant, green eyes around. i look away to only look down at his attire. he is wearing a plain white tee-shirt and a pair of ripped black skinny jeans.

i probably should be embarrassed at leggings and flannel. he looks like so Godly in his outfit. it was literally so original that i've seen so many guys at my school wear outfits so similar, but it looked so fitting and natural on him. the shirt was so pale that i could slightly see the ink on his skin through his shirt, something i was so curious to see.

"hello, Mr. Styles," i smile, leaning on the frame of the door, "come in," i move aside for him to come in. he hands me a bouquet of flowers, "i picked these up at the supermarket down the road," i take the assorted flowers in, after closing the door once he steps inside. "i am making dinner, i do hope you like spaghetti." i speak.

"oh yes, i quite do. i haven't had spaghetti in such a long time," he takes his shoes off at the door, following me in the kitchen.

"go ahead and make yourself at home, supper is almost ready, Haley should be headed down at any minute really," i say nervously. i pull out a glass vase from under the sink and fill it up 1/4 full of water and put the flowers in to keep their freshness a little longer. i set the vase on the bar where we will be eating. it actually makes an adorable center piece.

i take the bread out, before turning off the oven. i test one of the noodles to see that it is extremely soft and stir up the sauce before taking it off the warmer. i strain the noodles and look back to see Mr. Styles nearly watching my every move. "do your parents work nights, Opal?" he questions, seeming most curious.

"actually i couldn't answer that question because i truthfully have no idea," i laugh as if it is nothing, "it is just Haley and I living here, if that is what you were getting at." i inform. truthfully i just cut it a little short, but keeping it all true. Haley and I both do live here and take on all adult responsibilities. i would have just told him my whole life because i'm not the least bit ashamed because i'm more than proud of the adult i have become, but that isn't what he asked.

i pour the sauce on the noodles, stirring them all around as one. "oh, thats interesting," he nods his head as he talks, "through i've only walked through some of your home, it is truly beautiful. you both have it kept and decorated so nicely." he continues. i turn around and share a half smile with him. "maybe if you up for it, i'd love to see the rest. i can't believe teenagers could keep something so tidy. as a young kid, i wasn't much on even putting my clothes in the hamper," we both laugh, and i nod agreeing on the tour. i tuck my hair behind my ear, another nervous habit of mine. i grab some plates from the cabinet, and set them on the counter as well as a set of silverware for all of us. "what would you like, sir?" i ask, prepared to put all spaghetti and bread onto his plate.

"anything you'll give me, babylove," he speaks. i look up at him as to see his famous smirk.

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