Harry Styles : Sex Ed Teacher

• CHAPTER ONE •

Shit.. He's hot

(NELIAs POV)

I woke up early in the morning, as always.

I got up, went to my drawer, picked an outfit, and moved in front of my mirror.

I stripped down naked, then put on fresh panties and a bra. I took my pants which were tight blue jeans, and struggled to get them buttoned. After my pants were on, I slipped on my shirt which was a stripped shirt. Lastly I put on my socks, and a little jean jacket. I grabbed my red converse, then slipped them on one at a time. I looked in the mirror, and applied eye liner then mascara.

"NELIA CONRAD GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!" My brother screamed at me.

Even though I am 17, he still treats me like a baby. He's only 3 years older than me, and I'm not sure why he hasn't moved out yet. Maybe he is having troubles getting enough money, or finding the right place.

I walked down the stairs, and flung my backpack onto one shoulder like most boys at my school do.

"Hey Oden," I said, kissing his cheek.

"Ew Sis, how much do you love me?" He said, wiping his cheek.

I playfully slapped his arm.

"As much as a sister should love her brother," I said, stuffing a granola bar in my mouth.

"Whatever. Need a ride to school?"

"Sure. Thanks." I said, putting my sunglasses on.

I walked out the door, Oden closing it behind me. I ran over to his red HHR, and opened the door. I quickly got in, checking my makeup in the sun blocking thing you pull down. I rolled down the window, and started brushing my hair before Oden could pick up speed.

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We arrived at my school, and I gave him a quick hug.

"Love you Oden. Thanks for the ride!" I said, getting out then shutting the door.

Damn I hate high school... It's a creation from the devil himself.

I opened the main door, and ran to my locker. I did my combination and stuffed my backpack in, then unzipped it and took out all my books I needed and my binder.

---------AFTER 3 CLASS PERIODS--------------------

YES! So far I had gone to social studies, language arts, and math.

Finally.. It was time for sex ed. The only reason I was excited was because our old pedophile teacher quit, and we got a new teacher who was a long term "substitute" for the rest of the year.

Word has it, he's hot, and he didn't even go to college.. That's how young he is!

I ran to the class and sat down at my desk, plopping my books underneath my chair.

I could only see the back of him while he wrote his name on the board.

I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling at his sexy ass and his tight thigh muscles and arm muscles.

Once everyone arrived, our teacher turned around.

"Hello class, my name is Mr. Styles. I am your new sex ed teacher,"

Shit. He's British. British guys turn me on...

"Anyone like to come up and say their name and one thing about yourself? I want a good idea of everyone in class."