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On my way to Fine Arts, I cringed as I passed by Mr. Styles classroom. After yesterday's incident with Caroline, I'm not really in the mood to talk to either of them. Especially because of Caroline's threats. Speaking of Mr. Styles and Caroline, I could hear them talking. I'm not the one to snoop into other people's business, okay maybe one time when I came here but that's different! I just had to hear what Caroline had to say to Mr. Styles. I slowly peeked through the window and listened carefully.
"Did you tell her yet?" Mr. Styles asked.
"Yes I did Harry, now that little brat will stay out of our business." Caroline replied. "You'll stay out of her way too, right Harry?"
Caroline slowly stepped closer to Mr. Styles, wrapping her arms around him. I shoved my finger halfway down my throat in disgust. But Mr. Styles seemed to enjoy it very much and reached in for a kiss.
"Of course babe." Mr. Styles said, a sneaky grin on his face. "And she looked like she had a crush on me, kids these days."
"She'll have to go through me first." Caroline said flirtatiously.
"Don't worry babe, it's not like I'd have a thing for a child anyways. I was just fooling around, it cracks me up to see that look on their face when I do my moves on them. What am I a pedophile?" Mr. Styles chuckled.
"She actually thought she had a chance with you, kids."
Okay, NOW, I was furious and I completely regret listening to their conversation. Not completely because now I know what an arse those two are. I feel like such a fool. How could he play me like that?
I headed to Fine Arts, trying to forget about them. Walking inside, everyone had a full supply of makeup and hair products beside their desk and a mirror. Sitting on one of the available desks I waited for the teacher. At least I was surrounded by people, who WEREN'T Mr. Styles or Caroline. That makes me feel better.
"Okay time for class to begin! Everyone in your sea-"The teacher paused. He started laughing at his reflection in the mirror next to the door and pointed directly at it. "Okay now that face, right there, is a gift from the Gods."
I looked around to the other students only to see them shaking their heads with a small smirk across their face. Good, I wasn't the only one thinking this was weird.
I kept staring at the teacher, who seemed to only be focusing on his reflection. Is anything academic happening... Anytime soon?
"Um, Mr...?" I interrupted, raising my hand.
The teacher turned around and chuckled. "Malik, Mr. Malik. And I apologize. You can say I'm rather vain."
"I'll say." I muttered under my breath.
For the entire class, we learned how to make your appearance "amazayn" and we did reviews about hair products... In my old school learned about famous artists in the 19th century and other topics like that. This is WAY BETTER. Slowly I began to forget about Mr. Styles and Caroline.
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