The Substitute Teacher (Zarry)

Chapter 19

I was suppose to upload this yesterday, I'm sorry :(

Chapter 19: Staying After

*Monday*

Lucifer: I'm sorry

Me: No, I am. For wasting my own time and energy on you. That won't happen again.

Lucifer: Baby the more you don't forgive me the harder I get. :(

Lucifer: try*** Sorry babes typo

I rolled eyes and placed my phone in my pocket. I don't have time to entertain his foolishness. I returned my attention back to Mr. Styles, who looked wonderful in his signature black suit. I placed my elbow on my table and rested my chin on my hand. Maybe I need to find a different way to get over him. I bit my lip as I watched him turn away from the board, his full profile now on display for the whole class to see. He's just so attractive, uhh I can't take it.

Mr. Styles paused for a second, making sure everyone was paying attention to him. Which wasn't hard to do. How could you not want to pay attention to that sexy, cute, adorable f-

Stop it brain.

"Your projects are due next week."

I mumbled a shit under my breath. I work with Johnathan and his dumbass still hasn't shown up here. Not that I'm complaining. The anger I have towards him is severe and who knows how I'll react when I finally come face to face with him. But on the other hand, there was no way I would be able to finish this project all by myself before the due date. I raised my hand, patiently waiting for Mr. Styles to see it.

After finishing his conversation with a student in the front he made eye contact with me. "Yes, Zayn?" He asked.

"I don't have a partner." I mumbled.

He cleared his throat and walked toward my table. "What happened to Johnathan?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, and I don't care. I don't mind working alone. I was mostly wondering if you would be able to extend the due date for me since I'm doing all this work alone." I said with a smile on my face, making sure to bat my eyelashes.

Mr. Styles chuckled. "No." He was now standing in front of my table.

I frowned. "No? What do you mean no?"

"Don't you have a boyfriend? I'm sure he could help you." He asked, smirking at the look on my face.

I glared at him. Is he being petty right now? What is he trying to accomplish? "My boyfriend is a mature man and way too busy making a living to be worried about my little high school project." I stated, lying through my teeth.

"Well, if my partner needed help with a project I would help him. Maybe you need a new boyfriend." Mr. Styles whispered in my ear and walked off with a proud look on his face. I blushed.

I sighed and got up from my seat. I can't back down from this. There was no way in hell I would be able to finish this all by myself by next week. Mr. Styles gazed at me walking toward his desk and raised a brow. "Is there a problem, Zayn?"

I crossed my arms. "Yes, yes there is."

"Okay, mind telling me or are we just going to have a staring contest?" He asked, a slight smirk making its way on his lips.