Last period. One last period and I was out of school for the day. Everyday it seemed to drag on for hours. Waiting for that final bell to ring.
My art teacher was a pain in the ass. He was old and he was really strict. If he saw a phone out, he'd take it. Even if it was off. That was only behavior that happened years ago in middle school. Teachers here didn't seem to care whether you were texting in class or not. It would affect your grade on tests. They would tell us that again and again.
I walked into class, ready for another day of drawing pointless pictures of fruit. It was so typical and stupid. I wanted to draw something extravagant, like a mouse riding a two headed dragon. I had a pretty big imagination.
Mr. Penn wasn't anywhere in site. As I took my seat in the front, a rather young attractive male approached the front board. He started writing something and finally he turned around to face us.
Whoa!
I never thought I had ever seen someone so attractive. He had the most breathing taking eyes and his curls were messily pushed back. He had an adorable yet sexy smile on showing off two dimples. The board read "Mr. Styles."
Unfortunately, I was the only girl in the class so I had no one to flaunt over the hot substitute with.
"Hi," he said. He had a thick British accent that made my heart melt. "I'm Mr. Styles. I will be your substitute for the rest of the week."
"What happened to Mr. Penn?" asked one of the boys in the back.
"He has gotten in a slight accident, but he should be out of the hospital by Sunday."
Thank god! I looked around the class to notice a bunch of other people sighing in relief.
"Okay. Now today everyone's going to start drawing with a simple shape."
We took out our sketch pads, confused as to why we weren't working on our fruit.
"Do you want us to shade it in?"
Mr. Styles shook his head. "Just a simple shape." I drew a heart. I looked up at the board to now see a diamond in place of his name. The shape was perfectly drawn, as if it had been printed off the internet.
"Now I want you all to use that shape to draw a picture. It doesn't have to make sense. It can be simple or complex but I want to see a picture with that shape involved." He looked across the room as he spoke, his beautiful eyes landing on me and he smiled. My heart fluttered. He smiled at me!
My pencil was once again picked up as I shaded in the heart, giving it a shadow. A small crack was added down the middle of the shape stopping half way down.
I felt someone hovering over me and I turned around to see Mr. Styles. He was appreciating my picture, nodding his head.
"That's beautiful."
"Thank you." He put his hand on my shoulder, sending tingles throughout my body, then walked away. He was perfect. The most perfect teacher I had ever seen. He had to have just come out from college. He arm was filled with doodles of tattoos. Hearts, ships, and words took up most of the space.
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The bell rang signaling the end of school. The boys all piled out of the classroom, already ready to go home.
I picked up my sketch pad, closing it and putting it away in my bag. My pencil was put back in my case. I looked up to see Mr. Styles standing over me, his eyes burning into me.
"Umm. . hi?" His breathing was heavy as he inched closer to me. He was no longer the sweet looking art teacher, but he looked hungry.
"How old are you?" He asked. I slowly stood up in my chair, grabbing my bag.
"I'm seventeen." I tried to maneuver myself around him, but he was a wall.
"You're super hot, you know." My eyes widened in shock. He was extremely blunt. "It's a shame that you're not eighteen." I nervously laughed as he took another step towards me. Our faces were practically touching and one more step closer and our bodies would have been pressed up against each other.
"I really need to get going, Mr. Styles." I tried to push past him but he wouldn't let me through.
"Call me Harry." Harry. His name was repeated in my brain. It fit perfectly for his image. What was I thinking? He was a teacher. A teacher coming on to me!
I inched my way backwards, bumping into the wall. He smirked at me walking forwards. Once in front of me my hands were pushed against the wall.
"I knew you were staring at me during class. You think I'm attractive?" I stayed silent, taking my lip between my teeth.
"Hmm." He encouraged. He looked from my eyes to my lips, waiting for me to talk.
"Yes." I said softly. It was barely a whisper but I knew he could hear me. I had given the answer he wanted to hear and I didn't know what he was going to do with that information. No boy had ever talked to me like this before, yet alone talking to me at all. I only had two friends and they were both girls. None of us had boyfriends or associated with boys in any way.
Harry released my arms and he turned around making his way back to the desk. I looked at my wrists, making sure there were no marks on them. There weren't. I made my way to the door as Harry looked back at me.
"We're not done." My heart skipped a beat. I opened the door as he stared into me. I turned around one last time to hear him say, "We've only just begun." He winked at me sending millions butterflies throughout my stomach. I quickly walked out of the classroom before I melted in his gaze.
