Forbidden Love (Teacher/Student) · h.s *EDITING*

Chapter 2

I reached the gates of the gigantic building, it's been re-built while we were away, it's became bigger and got a modern touch towards it. New vibrant colours splattered across the walls, large windows letting natural light in and other new perks. The best part was the smell of fresh paint. I just needed to collect my time table and find my friends, then I was on my way for the new year. 

I asked the receptionist for the lesson plan, and she throws it into my hand while she raises her thin drawn on eyebrows at me because we really don't get along. I walked over to my small group of friends; Gabs and Poppy, to find out who's with whom. 

"Guess what I have first?" I mutter staring at the sheet, a fake smile plastered across my face. 

"What?" Poppy smirks. 

"Music" I sigh. I have mentioned I love singing, just not here. There is never a teacher and we never do anything I would enjoy doing; writing some music, singing or learning something new. 

"Well, at least you're good?"Gabs points out. 

"Yeah, if I get to show that off this year?" We all laugh, and I throw my rucksack on my back, saying our 'goodbyes'', and making our way to our lessons. 

I end up waiting on my own outside the class room door. No one had really turned up to the lesson yet, and I didn't want to go in there and sit alone. Outside with me, was the a mix of 'Popular's' and just other annoying students that happen to be also on my never ending hate list. 10 minuets had gone by already by now, I was already fed up with school right now. I storm into the class room, and scan the empty room. There was a young man behind his desk, his eyes meeting mine. What I lovely colour... An emerald green, that lit up his face. His hair was a mess on the top of his head, strands of curly waves fell around the back of neck, as the top was pushed back. He wore a simple, plain white button up shirt, with very, and I mean very tight black trousers. He looked young, younger than what I was expecting?

Could he be our new music teacher. 

"Hello? May I help you?" He finally asks, our eyes making contact. 

"Well... I-I have music?" I stutter. What a great way to start a sentence, well done Carly!

"Ah! That's what I was missing! The students!" He chuckles, walking towards the door to greet the other students. "By the way, I'm Mr Styles" 

"Carly..." I blush, and find my way to the back of the room. Styles... I recognise that from some where? Probably not. 

"Welcome!" I hear him shout, making me startle. Student's were piling in by now, checking him out as they strolled past. Other's giggling like young children. I'm guessing he know's he's handsome. 

I notice he started to stare at my a lot during his explanations, taking a quick glance. Maybe he just needed an extra boost of confidence, I just nodded at every single word he said. 

Through his small talks, he would add a little more information about himself, like where he come's from, some stories, and some of his hobbies and what he enjoys. He seems all right, and he defiantly has the girls hooked. 

I couldn't believe how much in common we were, well what little I know of him. He likes the music I listen to; Pink Floyd, Kaiser Chiefs, Arctic Monkeys etc. He also plays piano and guitar, and right now I'm learning how to play the guitar. I think I like him... Maybe not? 

"You're free to go! Can't wait to see you soon!" He cheers at the class, everyone was being polite on the way out, waving or commenting. I pick up all my things, and throw them in my bag. It was my turn to walk past his desk, I just smile and wave a little. But he stops me. 

"Have a great day Carly!" He smiles widely, dimples appearing on each cheek. 

"Thanks sir, you too!" I kindly smile back, before walking out the classroom. 

It was time for break, something I needed, as well as to tell my friends about this new, handsome and interesting teacher, Mr Styles. I manage to find them in our usual spot, on a table in the corner of the canteen, next to the nerds. I grin like an idiot before I meet them, causing them to wonder what's wrong by the looks on their faces.

"What's wrong?" They instantly ask. Knew it. 

"Well... I have a very cute teacher!" My smile seems to be getting wider.

"Name, what he looks like, basically anything you know?" They talk fast, searching around the large canteen for new teachers.

"All I see is Mr White... Which isn't pleasant?" Gabs frowns. 

"Mr Styles, he's my music teacher, he-" I start, before Poppy cuts me off. 

"He has extremely curly pushed back brown hair, and has a smile to die for? He's coming this way!" She giggles, as I feel myself blush. I turn to see him striding towards me. 

"Hello Carly" He smiles, looking straight into my eyes, the piercing green colour, lighting up the room. 

"Hey..." I mutter, smiling slightly. I notice he's came to use the coffee machine, that just so happens to be next to my table. He chooses a tea, with extra milk and sugar. Something I would choose. 

I feel Gabs and Poppy staring at me, as I begin to watch his every move. I'm cut off by them snickering and hitting me quite hard. 

"What?" I hit them back. 

"You're staring!" Poppy points out, still giggling.

"Shut up!" I hiss, as I hear his footsteps walk the opposite way. "Gone?" 

"Gone!" They both say, staring behind me.

"YOU LIKE HIM!!" Gabs shouts, laughing, Poppy joining in. 

"Leave me alone, he's nice I suppose. For a teacher" I blush. 

"Mrs Carly Styles..." Poppy teases. 

That sound's quite cute? 

Carly Styles. 

~Edited