The Substitute Teacher (Zarry)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Gay

*Monday*

474-727-7171: I thought about you yesterday while I masturbated. Ttyl :*

I shuddered in disgust at the message as I entered English. This number has been texting me since Saturday and I've been trying everything to find out who it is. Saturday was also the last I've heard from Niall. He didn't even sit with Louis and me during breakfast today.

In my opinion, I feel like he's being childish.

He's going to eventually have to talk to me. He wouldn't end our friendship over this, right?

"Good morning everyone." Mr. Styles said dragging his legs into the classroom.

Goodness is this man ever happy? He's always frowning.

"You look different, Mr. Styles." Rocky said eyeing him. He did.

Instead of the usual suits he wore, he's wearing a white sweater and jeans. And he still looked good.

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Rocky. I don't feel like doing anything today. So read, write, heck use your phones. At this point, I don't care."

I don't care?!! What has life come to?

"Zayn, up here. Now." He said not looking away from his computer.

I got up and walked in front of Mr. Styles's desk. "Yes?"

"You don't have to come here on Saturday anyone."

My eyes widen. "Really? Wow, that's gr-" He interrupted me.

"Only because I need more students to help me with the food drive downstairs after school today. Do you know how sad that is? Why do I have to bride kids to help? People at this school are pathetic. Why can't students just come together for a change? Why do they have to break up? It affects the teachers too." He rambled.

I stared at him not sure what to say. Something tells me he's not talking about the food drive but something personal. "Uhh, I don't understand, Mr. Styles."

He looked up and glared at me. His eyes were bloodshot. It looked like he hasn't slept in days. "Of course you don't understand. You don't know what the heck I'm feeling, stop bothering me."

I looked at him in confusion. "What did I-"

"Go to your seat!"

I turned and walked back to my seat.

What in the hell was that?

"Why does he look like a crack addict?" Jonathan said snickering next to me.

"Will you shut up? I'm not in the mood for your corny jokes today."

Johnathan scowled at me. "Yeah, and you also never have time to work on our project."

"Okay? You don't either." I fired back.

"Look, I'm trying to be a nice guy to you because I like you. But you're making it very difficult. Why are you being so mean?" Johnathan asked softly.

"Mean? I don't remember calling our teacher a crack addict. Don't try to make me the bad guy here." I said trying my best not to raise my voice.

Johnathan rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I even asked you out and you still haven't even tried to make plans with me."

"Where is all of this coming from? I don't remember being asked out by you." I said eyeing him weirdly.

"Yes, I did."