"He's like twice my age, but he's just so hot!"
"But... he's your teacher, and he's married."
"That's not gonna stop me from jumping his bones."
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Or where Zayn uses his brains and his beauty to get his "happily married" teacher into his pants...
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How it all started
"I can't believe I got Mrs. Lock as my math teacher." Zayn groaned.
His pink flats softly patted down the hallway as he made his way to his math class.
"She's not that bad. My brother had her last year and said that she can be fun sometimes." Niall, Zayn's best friend shrugged.
"Yeah, but he's also like, a math genius! I'm horrible at math. I even double check when I add 2+2." Zayn whined.
Niall giggled and patted Zayn on the back, telling him that everything would be alright and that if he needed any help, he could always come over and get his brothers help.
Zayn just huffed and made his way to his math class, saying 'bye' and parting ways with Niall. He drew in a deep breath, his hand on the door knob while he prepared himself.
"Let's get this over with." He sighed to himself.
He turned the knob and walked in, hanging his head low as he walked over to his seat, not even wanting to look at anyone.
He looked to his right, eyeing the girls who were giggling and whispering in the corner, looking over at the teacher.
Zayn scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and looked up, wondering what was so interesting with the teacher.
His eyes instantly widened and his jaw dropped. He now understood what was so interesting about the teacher.
"Am I in the right class? This is geometry, right?" Zayn whispered to the boy next to him, smiling when the boy nodded.
"Alright class, settle down please." The teacher spoke.
"I will be your substitute teacher for probably most of the year. Most of you were expecting Mrs. Lock, but because of complications with her pregnancy, she's been put on bed rest until she gives birth." He said, sorrow in his voice.
"What's your name?" A girl asked, smiling with her group of friends.
"Oh right, I'm sorry, why don't I tell you guys a little about me?" He chuckled. "My name is Mr. Styles. I just had a birthday yesterday, so as of today I'm 29 years old, and I've been teaching for 2 years now." He smiled.
Zayn watched his eyes travel around the room, looking at every boy and girl until he got to him, the very last person at the end of the rows.
Harry looked at zayn for a moment, a little longer than he did the rest.
Zayn smiled and bit his bottom lip, a deep blush blooming on his cheeks the second he chuckled and smirked at him.
"Oh god... what am I gonna do." Zayn whined to himself.
He already knew he was gonna have a problem.
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Hi! Ik this was a little boring but I just needed to get the introductions over.
