Downfall [h.s]

↞ Chapter 2 ↠

"Good morning class. Sorry I'm late, I got a little held up on the way here," He said with a smile as he put his briefcase down on his desk. Mr. West was in his late forties, tall, and on the verge of a dad bod. But he was nice, funny and one of the most laid back teachers in this whole building; therefore making him one of my favorites. I had had him last year for Math 3, so I was glad I had gotten him again. "Now before we get started, I wanted to introduce you to the reason I was late today. He's a first year college student and will be our student teacher for the semester. Please give a warm welcome to Harry, or as you'll be calling him, Mr. Styles."

The first thing I noticed when he walked in was the curls. His hair literally bounced as he walked across the front of the class next to Mr. West. The second thing I noticed were his dark clothing: black ripped skinny jeans and white T-shirt, which did little to conceal the dark tattoos peeking out from his chest. Despite his dark demeanor, he was incredibly handsome. He caught my eye as he maneuvered his way around students and flashed me a sly grin. My face immediately heated up in a blush and I couldn't keep his eyes as I looked away.

"Hi guys, my name is Harry but Mr. West said I had to go by Mr. Styles in here. But Mr. S is also fine," He curtly said with a tight smile. I wasn't sure if I was reading him correctly, but he didn't really seem like he wanted to be here. "I'll be sitting back and observing the first few weeks and helping out when needed, and then I'll take over class from there."

"Does anyone have any questions for Mr. S before we move on?"

"I do!... How old are you? And I have also have a follow up question: Are you single?" Mack asked inciting a few giggles from the female students. I shot her an exasperated look, making her shrug, "What? He's cute." I rolled my eyes at her before back handing her arm. She squealed then rubbed the glowing red spot on her upper arm, "Ow. That is abuse! You are abusing me!"

"Um... I'm 22 and, yes I am currently single," he chuckled, a little uncomfortably if I might add. "And please don't start beating each other up..."

It seemed like he was searching for my name, so I kindly tried to offer it up, "Dai-"

But of course was interrupted. "-Red. Her name is Red," Mack said, smiling sweetly. I glared at her, knowing full well that Mr. Styles was looking at us with curiosity and annoyance. My face somehow got even redder than before. Once again, I reached out and slapped Mack's arm again. This time she expected it though, so she back out of the way at the last second causing my hand to smack against the back of the chair.

Yelping, I shook my hand and clutched at my fingers. Pain laced through my hand and up my arm. Usually, I had a really high pain tolerance but this for some reason felt worse than what I imagined it should have been. Mack squealed in surprise and looked down at my nail which had broken at the tip all way down to the middle of the nail bed, and started to bleed and drip onto the seat of her chair.

"Oh my God. You're bleeding. Why are you bleeding?" Mack said, grabbing my hand to see what was wrong. Tyler and Asher leaned over their desks to take a peek at the damage that I had inflicted upon my fingers.