Shades Of Styles

Dating The Teacher 2

I knew going back to class after breaking up with Harry would be weird but I didn't know it would put me in such a depressed mood. Well maybe I did. Seeing him, he looks about how I feel. His hair looks unbrushed, he's unshaven and he looks distraught. All I want is to tell I'm sorry and I'll take all of his classes and no one else's but I have to be more adult then that and hold my ground.

"Please turn in your essays." He says and my heart drops, I completely forgot to finish it. What with being broken up with and all, my head was in a different place. He walks up to my desk, looking stern.

"I forgot to do it." I say in barely a whisper.

"Just get it to me by tomorrow please." He matches my tone and I feel broken inside more.
After he finishes picking up the papers he stands at the front of the class.

"I'd like to go over the last 10 chapters." He begins opening his book but I tune him out because I can't think about anything else besides him.

"(Y/N)." His voice finally brings me from my trance and I snap my head up. "How do you feel about Tom cheating on Daisy?" I feel like that's directed at me and I feel a little angry.

"Umm." I clear my voice. "Obviously like he shouldn't have." I shrug. What is he getting at?

"Okay." He nearly laughs at my response. "And why is that? When Daisy wants to be with Gatsby anyways."

"That doesn't matter. Tom is with Daisy and obviously shouldn't be going out with Myrtle in the first place. In my opinion, everything could have went a lot smoother if Tom broke it off with Daisy and then Daisy could have been with Gatsby. But of course Tom, being the selfish man he is, he wanted Daisy and Myrtle when clearly Gatsby was a better man for her..." I realize my voice is getting a little higher and I clear my voice and I sit back.

Harry says nothing and just nods and calls on someone else. What the fuck just happened? Was I calling Harry selfish for thinking I was cheating on him with someone I wasn't? Or is it that he's being selfish about me switching classes? Fuck. Who knows. Is class almost over.
When it finally is, Harry tells me to see him after class and I do.

"Look...(Y/N). I'm sorry, I realize what I said yesterday was-selfish. Why don't you just tell me why you are leaving my class and we forget yesterday even happened." He offers and I step back. Is he actually serious.

"Am I supposed to sit here and be like "yay! My boyfriend is so sweet for getting back together with me after accusing me of cheating on him." I mimic a little girls voice. "You accused me of cheating on you after I gave you a perfect explanation."

"I don't buy it." He shrugs in a smug way. "I'm sorry, I really am. You're the best thing that's ever happened to (Y/N). What I did yesterday was stupid. My emotions were just high-I guess."

"Stop making excuses Harry. You broke up with me and that hurt. I wouldn't ever cheat on you. I love you. Don't you get that?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Of course love." He lifts his thumb up to my chin. "And you're right. No excuses. I did a fucked up thing yesterday and I'm sorry, now please give me the real reason you dropped my class." His tone is soft and I feel better.

"Because." I pause. "Because...I don't like the power you have over me. I mean, you're already older than me by 6 years, you're a professor. You're above me in every way, I just thought, if you weren't my teacher-we'd be more on the same level." I admit, to even myself. I don't think I've ever said that out loud, let alone thought about it, fully but now that I've said it, I know it's true.

"I'm sorry you feel that way (Y/N) but believe me, in my eyes you're above me." He explains, pulling my closer to him and I look at him confused. "You're beautiful, so out of my league. You have great potential, you're caring and the smartest girl I know. You're above me in-every way that truly counts. And in a few months, you'll be graduating. And then what will I have on you...my hair." He jokes and I laugh.

"Okay. I'll take your class next semester. I'm sorry for all of this." I smile and he does too. "And for the record, my hair is definitely better than yours."
We share a laugh and then a kiss and I feel so much better then I did this morning. Harry is the best boyfriend I could truly ask for.