Forbidden [h.s.]

(1) It only took a second to fall in love.

the cold air hit my cheeks as I tightened my jacket around my body to try to get some warmth, I loved winter but not the snowy cold winter though, the chili-windy-rainy beginning of winter only. The one that hits you right after autumn messiness.
It was the second semester of junior year, I walked to school every day since it's close to almost 5 blocks away, but I really cannot wait till I go to college so I can get this freedom of my own, not having to go back home every day to my deadbeat drunk parents.

I reached the school hallway doors when I heard a voice that I knew so well,
"Lola!" Jane called me, my math and biology classmate. she's a good friend, not close enough to be a bestie but she tries.
"Hey, Jay," I said sounding done with my day already.

we walked to our math class before the bell rang cause usually, our very unbearable math teacher Miss Karen kicks us out of class if we enter after the bell rings. VERY Karen-like, Karen.

"Have you finished your assignment for art class, yet?" Jane asked me about something that I had already forgotten about over the vacation.
 I visibly hand palm my face so hard that I hurt my nose,
"I'm guessing that's a no," she said while shaking her head at my laziness, "Nope, I totally forgot, thank you for reminding me though I'm actually halfway done."

 then I realized,
"wait, you don't even take art classes with me, how the fuck do you know about that?" I asked.

"Lol, the last time I met you here you were whining the whole lunch break about how you just wanted to stay in bed and watch tv shows during the vacation and that your art teacher ruined your 'vacay',"
she literally did the quotation marks with her hand, didn't we leave that in 2011?

"ah! I thought for a second there you were stalking me," I said sarcastically covering up my previous confusion.

it felt forever waiting for the teacher AFTER the bell rang probably 2 times now, the noise in the class from the chattering of students was too loud, I was zoning everything jane said until a thud on the desk stopped the chaotic noises and snapped me out of my daydream and I look up.

It was a man? he was writing something on the whiteboard, MR. STYLES. with a line underneath, as if he was giving an autograph. psh.

when he turned around, oh my, it felt like it only took a second to fall in love. He was sexaaaay, and I'm not saying normal kind of sexy, he was jaw-dropping, he was wearing this navy vest with beige flowers on it, with a light blue button-up shirt underneath, and navy pants.

"My name is Mr. Styles,"
he was fucking English?! that just leveled up the sexiness to a whole new level.

"Miss Karen will no longer be teaching you," it felt like the whole class was filled with joy like me, "she's died yesterday in a hit and run," the whole class gasped and when I tell you the joy grew more in me, I even failed to hold in a little chuckle, and that definitely got his attention.

Mr. Styles looked straight at me, threw the marker in his hand on the desk, and started walking ever so slowly towards me.

 "you think death is funny?" he asked me, looking to me straight in the eye with piercing eyes, those emerald green eyes that I didn't seem to notice till he was right at my desk.
I cleared my throat adjusting myself, feeling a little bit nervous under his intense stare.

 "Uhm, no. Absolutely not." I said firmly, "that certainly did sound like a giggle," he said.

 "what's your name?" he asked motioning to me to stand up, and I did, fast.

"Lol-" I stuttered seeing the whole class focused on me, I never had this much attention through my whole life, and it was giving me anxiety.

 "Lola, Lola Dylan." he hummed after I answered, turned around, "Meet me after class, Lola," he said and my breath hitched in my throat, I nodded and sat down. "what a way to introduce yourself." jane whispered from behind me.

"Please open your books on page 30, we're picking up right where we left off last semester." Styles said as we all opened our books.

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The bell rang after what felt forever, I was kind of scared and excited at the same time that I'd get to be one on one with him, I waited till class was empty and I walked to his desk as he was fixing his glasses, reading something on his laptop.

 "what do you want?" he asked so harshly, I cleared my throat again.

"You asked to see me after class." he shot his head up, "oh, Lola. sit." he demanded, leaving his chair to me.
"did you hit miss Karen with your car yesterday?" he asked so seriously.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Me? first of all, I wish I had a car, I would've run over her years ago."

And that got him to actually giggle a little bit, he is so fucking cute! those dimples!!!! 
"now that was funny, I didn't think you actually did it, I just thought who would laugh about such a death if he wasn't the mastermind," he said, playing with the stubble on his chin, fixing his glasses.

he got up from the desk, "Please respect those who left us here on earth to suffer from ones like you." he said before opening the door, "see you tomorrow, Dylan."

 he motioned to me that I can leave, but it really confused me, "did you really think I did it?" I asked looking puzzled as to why he asked to see me after class.

"no I said I didn't, now leave." he motioned with his hand in a shoo way. And I left, feeling like I didn't wanna leave, it was too short. I wanted him to punish me, I giggled, stop wtf he's probably like 50 and he's your TEACHER! calm your titties. I thought to myself.

"What, did he spank you for laughing at someone's death?" jane burst right when I reached my locker to get my biology class books.

 "jay shut up, he asked if I ran her over" she laughed way more than she should've, "did he really ask you that?" she asked mid-laugh,

 "yes, now fuck off, I've got a long day ahead," I said leaving her in the hallway rushing to bio class.
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The last period was over and it was time to go home, Jay usually walked me home but today she left with her boyfriend who was in college to go somewhere I didn't feel like going. plus, with parents like mine, it's hard to even go out anytime I wanted.

So, I walked myself home, when a car sped up next to me giving me chills from the wind it blew my way, then it made a stop right when it passed me, I kept walking with my headphones in, when I passed it, I involuntarily looked in the driver's seat to find Mr. Styles. wow, hot, English and drives a fast car. perfect. I was going to continue walking when I saw him speaking, I took one headphone out to hear him clearly

 "somewhere?" was all I heard.
"what?" I asked needing him to repeat what he said, "would you like me to drop you off somewhere?" he repeated.

 I died to say yes and make up an address an hour away just to spend that hour with him in the car but,
"I live literally 4 blocks away from here, but I really appreciate the offer, Mr. Styles," I declined his offer politely, he shrugged and sped off, giving me ideas that he's the one who ran that bitch Karen over.

I unlocked my front door, already smelling the vodka from the doorstep, I went inside to find my step-dad passed out on the couch and my mom already up and day drinking in the living room.

"Mom, it's 4 in the afternoon, how is he passed out already, and why are you drinking?" I took the vodka bottle from her mouth while sipping and some vodka spilled on my step-dad next to her causing him to wake up and wipe his eyes.
"Oh my god, Dolores! I'm so sorry Georgy!" she wipes his face for him, giving him a kiss.

"ugh, you just have to ruin any good day for us huh? go to your room" George said grabbing the bottle from my hand. Man, the urge inside me to smash that bottle on his head. I went up to my room, locked my door, throwing myself on my bed, I almost got comfortable when I remembered that I need to hand in an assignment tomorrow, I huffed and got in my PJs to start working on my art assignment. 

the assignment was about domestic abuse, so my sketch was a portrait of a woman whose face looks terrified with wide eyes, with a man's hand over her mouth and bruises all over her cheeks and eyes area. I kept it black and white, but I gave color to the bruises and her eyes, leaving it as dark as it looks. I was a little proud of it since I'm not that good with portraits.

I put my sketch in a file after finishing it and put it in my school bag and got in bed to sleep.