My hand hit the snooze button on the alarm clock, yelling at me to wake up instead of my mom this time. I stretched out in my bed, waking up every muscle in my body. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and let my heavy arms flop next to me. It seemed like since my last year of high school started, every morning was harder to wake up than the last.
However, I smiled realizing that today was Friday, meaning I get to spend after school with Mr. Styles. I jumped out of bed, excitedly going through my closet and picking out the right outfit for today. I pulled on a pair of jeans with holes in the knees and grabbed a pink beaded tank top from my closet. My painted toenails made an appearance in my sandals and small strands of hair fell from my messy bun. I painted my face and headed downstairs for breakfast.
I grabbed my usual breakfast and packed up my backpack while my mom drank her coffee and read at the kitchen island. "Do you have any plans this weekend?" My mom asked, flipping the obituary page.
"Not right now. I might just have the girls over for a pool day or a sleepover but it all depends on what Mr. Styles has planned for this tutoring job." I made a big crunch noise as I bit into my apple.
"I thought maybe we could look and see what we can find on the internet about apartments over in France. And maybe start looking at furniture too. Before you know it, this year will be over and you'll be eating a croissant every morning instead of an apple." She said with a smile.
I chuckled and threw the core into the garbage and skipped to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek and making my way out the front door. "Sounds like a plan to me!"
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It was such a peaceful and beautiful trip to school. The mountains are always so fun to drive through this time of year. All the trees are full and green and give the mountain such a dynamic look. My fingers tapped against the leather to the music and I hummed along.
I parked in my usual area and made my way to my locker where Cece and Logan were waiting for me. I gave them a small way and noticed that Cece wasn't wearing a smile like usual. I furrowed my eyebrows as I walked closer.
"What's got you down in the dumps Cece?" I asked as I twisted my combination into the lock.
"Nothing, I'm just still jealous that you guys got that hot teacher, I would kill to be in that class with you two instead of looking at a lumpy old man all period. Do you think they would allow me to transfer?!" She chirped with a bit of hope in her eyes.
"You've never taken a year of French, and we're in French five. It is literally impossible for you to get in." Logan broke the news. Cece frowned and played with a piece of paper hanging out from her binder. "It must be a sign then, I won't ever find someone." She said gloomily.
Logan and I both let out a loud moan and walked away from Cece. She always played the 'poor me' game when it came to boys. She would guilt us into ditching guys so she wasn't alone on a Saturday night, and always insisted that we give her number out to other guys because she wouldn't have the guts to do it. She was the definition of boy crazy.
"I'm kidding, guys!" Cece exclaimed as she ran after us. "I would be so distracted in that class anyway. I would probably fail out anyway and that is most definitely not worth seeing a hot guy every day."
"I'm sure you can find someone else to fawn over in one of your classes. Give it another week and you'll find someone." Logan popped a piece of gum into her mouth and threw her backpack onto her shoulder.
"I still don't understand why you don't go out with Jackson on the football team. It looked like he was really into you at that one party last year. You even gave him your number, you did. That's gotta count for something, right?" I looked at the two of them and Cece shrugged her shoulders. "It does but he's also been on dates with half the cheer squad. I don't really want to share whatever germs that they have."
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Dirty Little Secret
FanfictionA cute, senior named Belle Andrews find her self falling for her French teacher, Mr. Styles. When they agree to sneak around and keep a hush hush, but if a secret slips, then all the dominoes fall down.