It Only Gets Worse (Harry Styles Teacher)

Smoke it Out

September 15, 2010
I shifted my weight to me heels, flexing my feet so my toes can see the sky blue ceiling of my school walls. My planner held a note to go to the office where I was at right now. I let my back fall against the wall and I lifted my head to picture a perfect sky. But, I guess we all know a storm isn't the most perfect weather. A young woman opened the door and greeted my softly. I sat down in the seat farthest from the door and placed my feet underneath me.
"You must be Skylar?" The young woman asks and I nod my head, giving her a small smile.
"So Mrs. Harrison asked for you to be moved to a higher social studies class, and we tested you a while back. We noticed how much you know about history and government." She rummages around her cluttered desk for a paper as I play with my fingers. I feel a sweat building up on my forehead as I think. Do I look okay today? Am I really that good at social studies? Is this normal? What if my new teacher hates me? Who is my new teacher?
"You don't talk much do you?" The woman asks. My eyes widen slightly.
"I-uh-no not really?" I say shyly. Damn Skylar, get it together! She's probably already pissed having to go through all this trouble over a stupid girl.
"I'm sorry." I quickly say, my leg twitching.
"Ah, don't apologize. Would you like to go through this coarse I'm about to offer you?" She asks. No, no I do not want to take this coarse
"Please?" What the actual fuck were you thinking?! Your horrible! Now your going to have more work and the teacher is going to be burdened with another student. My brain slaps my stupidity and I whine internally at my own actions. The woman smiles and gives me a slip to enter the new class. Oh gosh it's only the second week of school and I'm being such a burden. I thank her with a slight nod and walk quickly out of the door. My feet carry me down the hallway with my binder in hand into room 624. I walk in and see a kind looking man with brown curly hair messily pushed back and big green eyes. He must be five foot eleven close to six feet tall. Quite the looker...STOP! This will be my teacher. He noticed me and I stood there like a statue and looked at my black vans hoping my short hair would cover some of my face. The teacher walked up to me and caught my attention.
"Hi, Skylar right?" He asks. He sounds like he should be in the same grade as me, if I didn't know better, I would say he was. I nod my head softly and realize how short I am compared to him.
"Hi! I'm Mr. Styles." He says smiling showing off his slightly crooked teeth. I smile back, but I think he could tell it was forced.
"Lucky for you we are playing the name game today. We will each go up to the front of the class and present a paper that has a representation of who we are. Or you can draw a diagram and tell us about yourself." Mr. Styles handed me the paper and I took it and walked to an empty desk away from people who looked like a pain in the ass. I don't want to present in front of the class...If you keep this shit up Mr. Styles you are going to have a bad year. What will I do anyways? I'm scared to even say thank you. I shake off my sidetracked thoughts and begin to fill in the big bubble that is supposed to have your name. I drew Skye in the middle with some clouds and small birds. There were six other bubbles meant for a personality trait. Oh, goodness do I lie? Do I actually put my personality or will people think I'm a poser? I know I'm not but I can't read their minds. My hand cramped as I began to write the following traits in each bubble with fancy lettering and small drawings; shy, weird, I like to draw, big imagination-
"Why didn't you tell me your nickname is Skye?!" Mr.Styles said from behind me and I jumped a little.
"I- uh- I guess you can, I mean either or-I don't really mind." I say flustered and scared he might actually be angry with me. My cheeks go bright red from the close proximity and he smiles.
"I'm calling you Skye. Your shy and weird huh? This is going to be a fun year with you." He says and I give a small chuckle and go right back to coloring. My back relaxed as I realized he wasn't really mad just messing about. Once I finished my paper I look around the small classroom. Its quiet at the moment and very neat and tidy. I hope he likes me, I'm not always neat. Well just in general I guess. I'm a difficult person you could say. Or adorable as my ex boyfriend said. Social Anxiety or anything I have is not adorable. It fucking sucks. Have to use the bathroom? Oh well! All of my questions? Thanks google, I couldn't ask in class. I turn back to the front of the class and notice someone already speaking. My mind races as I notice what's going on. One after the other gets up. There is no escaping it. I have to speak. With every student that sits down my heart rate raises by ten beats knowing I'm about to speak in front of the whole class. And that's when it is me. All eyes land on me and I walk to the front of class. Oh god I hear whispering. Are they whispering about me? Did I leak period everywhere? I'm not even my period! I place my paper under the projection thing and hear a few gasps and even more whispering. My eyes shift upwards and I see people smiling and mouthing, 'That looks great!' It lifts my spirits but I still have to talk.
"Hullo, My names Skylar, uh, this is my paper?" I say quite rushed and a little quiet. Mr. Styles nods with smile on his face and claps. Everyone expects something else but they can read it themselves. I smile slightly and walk back to my seat and watch the other presentations. Gosh, I wonder if it was just a curtesy clap or like a honest clap?
By the end of class I managed to somehow get through, Mr. Styles stopped me. I was working on homework so I didn't have to stay up too late to finish it.
"So, Skye tell me about yourself." He says sitting next to me. The boy sitting next to looked at me and looked down at my chest and stiffened.
"I um, enjoy drawing. Err, I have a stigmatism, yea." I say pausing every once in a while. Did he do this for the rest of the class or just me? I hope the rest of class got asked.
"I meant like back story and stuff." He says placing his gentle hands under his chin, looking slightly interested.
"Well, I don't have a dad." That's the most that came out. And possibly the worst. That is so lame.
"It's a start." Mr. Styles says slightly chuckling and moving on to the next person and I release a breath. I'm slightly confused as to why he wants to get to know everyone but maybe it's for a better learning standard.
I stood by the door of my art class waiting for my friend, Sage Meyers. She usually takes a while to clean up her work area seeing as she is a painter, but I hate walking alone throughout these halls. I hate walking alone anywhere. I wonder if I'm ever a burden to Sage? Does she hate it when I'm constantly around her? Am I clingy?
"Hey girl!" She says smiling while my mind goes into deep thought. I won't ask any of my previous questions because I know she's going to lie. Its simple. If she doesn't like me she won't tell me straight up. Or will she?
"Skye?" Sage questions looking at me. I look up at her eyes and smile. As if it was a routine.
"Hi, sorry I was thinking." I tell slightly drifted. We walk to my locker and I enter the combo and grab my book bag quickly hoping to get out of this school. I walk towards Liam's locker hoping he wouldn't have left just yet. Luckily I see his brown hair that covered his face partially. I helped place a binder in his book bag and grabbed his violin.
"Hi, Liam." I say walking with him to the bus line and he smiles. I forgot to mention he's mute so it's usually me talking.
"How was your day?" I ask looking at him. He looks into the corner of his eye and then shrugged. He pointed at me asking me the same question.
"Getting a hot teacher is something different I guess. Mr.Styles is pretty chill though." I say to him and his eyes widen. He raises his eyebrows and rolls his eyes.
"Its not that weird." I say trying to defend myself. Liam nods slowly and gets on his bus. I wave goodbye and hop onto my bus in the seat next to Charlie. I place my feet onto his lap like always and play with his sweater sleeve. He was one of my closer friends and he understood me better.
"So how's being a historian?" He asks braiding a part of my hair. I shrug softly stressed out.
"Do you know how much work I get now? It's Friday and I have three packets to do five worksheets and a couple math modules. I need to work to get into UNLV though." I say honestly still messing with his coat. He kisses my forehead and tries to understand. He already has a scholarship with them for baseball so he doesn't have to work too hard.
"Well you could chill with me tonight and do homework tomorrow." Charlie says shrugging and getting his backpack. I nod my head and walk with him off the bus. I sat down on the corner where our neighborhoods met. I sat down on the cold ground and folded my green flannel over my jeans leaving me in a white thermal. Charlie pulled out a pack of cigarettes and i gratefully took one. Yes, I'm very well of the consequences of smoking but honestly I've only had two in my life time including this one. The last one I had was maybe six months ago. I took a huff and looked around. I let the smoke relieve my stress and it felt as if my DNA began to unwind and my muscles relaxed. I looked around the quite small street and saw a car approaching. I looked inside and saw a frail man. My eyes instantly widened and I realized this is not just any ordinary frail man. This just so happens to be my teacher. Oh lordy, what will he think when i have a cigarette in my hand? I quickly throw it on the ground and stomp it out anolg with Charlie's which leads to him instantly protesting. Mr. Styles waves to me smiling and I waved back slightly scared he saw me smoking. Then i would be done for. He would tell my mom, then I will die! Wow I tend to over react.
"What are you doing out so late?" Mr.Styles yells from his window. I flinch slightly and think of what i should say.
"I-um- the bus let me off here, and my friend- um- Charlie wanted to hang out and?" I tried to finish but it didnt even sound comprehendable by that time.
"Well be careful I don't want you to be getting hurt or something." He says before speeding off. My heart beat only quickens. What does he think of me now? That I'm a hood rat? That I'm always with boys? I don't even want to think about it any further.
"Who was that?" Charlie asks lighting another cigarette for him and I.
"My hot social studies teacher." I say biting my lip slightly.

First Teacher x Student so please do not judge. This is a really sucky start but I hope you sort of get the point? Well whatever it's your choice to read it or not, BUT I prefer you do. *insert cheesy smile please* Anyways, I expect this to be really good but everything sounds good in my mind but, it ends up kind of shitty when I actually write it. Yea, so enjoy and expect an update.