eye contact / h.s

0.7

after dinner, Mr. Styles and Haley jumped into studying. i picked up everyone's dirty plates and silverware before setting them on the counter and filling the sink up with soap and water. i place the dishes into the water to let them soak a little before cleaning them. i wipe off the counter, as i'm waiting. i walk around the open area, occasionally feeling a pair of eyes on me. i take the broom and dust pan from behind me, sweeping the well kept floor. i may as well try to tidy up while i'm not busy. i squat down, beginning to push the small pile onto the pan whenever i hear a small cough behind me. i look back to see Mr. Styles catching eye at me. i quickly look away, feeling my cheeks heat up. instantly i hurry, and dump the clutter in the trash.

figuring the dishes are nice and scrubbable, i begin cleaning them.

i look back at the two who are sitting at the bar, Haley with a much confused face, and Mr. Styles with a smirk playing on his lips.

"wait, there are three kinds of 'theres'?" Haley is instantly flipping out. Styles chuckles, and Haley stands from the stool. "this is too much right now, i need to go and take a load off in the bathroom," she waved her hands around, exiting the room without even shoving her chair in.

"so you mean she has never seen the different kinds of 'there's?" he asks, his face full of seriousness. i nod my head, not forgetting eye contact, "i guess not, to what it seems like, this is stressing her out more than Biology freshman year! she come home every evening and she'd have the shits from that class," i laugh, covering my mouth at the slipped cuss word. "i'm sorry, sir," i apologize before giving him the chance of speaking.

"from observation, you're quite the perfect girl in the classroom," he stands up, slowly trotting towards my figure, "but i guess all good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught." he finishes his sentence, by now he is approximately 6.5 inches away from me. which is quite close, nearly the size of an average dick away.

i keep my mouth shut, and my eyes are on his. its almost as if they're speaking a thousand words, but words i don't know the meaning to.

Mr. Styles leans down closer, close enough to feel breath hit the end of my nose. his breath smells like mint gum, though he isn't chewing any.

"perhaps you're right," i speak. a million things are running through my mind. why is he so close? why am i letting him? why am i not stopping this? maybe he does this with all of his student's friends he tutors. the last thought stays in the back of my head, because there is something telling me that isn't true. i wondered for a second if my confidence hadn't got the best of me, because i haven't earned a response, or any change of his actions.

his hand slowly reach up to my hair, stroking a stand of it before tucking it behind my ear. he kept his hand on the side of my head, my natural response was just to relax into it. his hand was so large that with him cupping my head, he was also cupping my cheek with his palm.

he brings my face closer to his, our noses touching and our lips are centimeters away, "oh opal, i always am," he finally responds. i close my eyes, preparing for our lips to meet, but only to hear Haley come out of the bathroom, "wow guys! you should have seen that one! it was the size of a Jupiter if it was shaped like a log!"

Mr. Styles jumps back, nearly running to make it look as if he stayed in his seat the whole time, as i am stunned on the actions that were just pulled, i stay still. my eyes are dancing around on the floor, trying to regain some of my senses on what i just let happen, or what could have happened.

Haley enters from the hall, laughing in slight embarrassment as she has realized that Mr. Styles is still here. "whoops, sorry Mr. S," she scratches the back of her neck. i drain the water from the sink, and walk into the living room to try and breath some clean air.

i turn on Netflix, clicking on Moana, an excellent movie for people of all ages. i try to distract myself as i'm watching this.

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approximately 30 minutes later, i wake up to a book slamming closed from in the kitchen. how i knew it was nearly 30 minutes later was because how far i've made it in this show. i hear a few faint mumbles from Haley about how the man who made up english should have been arrested. i chuckle to myself, glancing at our wall mirror, making sure i have no dry drool on my chin.

i make my way into the kitchen, only to see Haley packing up her book bag and exiting into her room.

"as stressful as biology huh?" he asks.

i shake my head and smile, "she couldn't comprehend the three 'theres'?"

"she was beginning to learn, but was flabbergasted when i told her there was two kinds of 'yours'" he nods his head and laughs along.

his laugh had to have been hand crafted by the angels above. it was so beautiful, the way his dimples would show and his eyes would squint. i get a good intake of his beauty before standing.

"so, the tour?"

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