The Substitute Teacher (Zarry)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25: The Teacher

*Monday*

"Are you okay, Zayn?"

I snapped out of my trance and looked at Niall. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

He looked at the teachers near the cafeteria door and frowned. "You sure? You've been staring at the teachers over there for a while now." He said pointing towards Harry and that stupid blonde who was laughing really loudly at his jokes.

Okay relax, he's not that funny bitch.

"Her stupid laugh was distracting me sorry. She sounds like a dying seal. It's too early in the morning to hear that crap." I said, getting annoyed by her brushing her hand on Harry's bicep ever five seconds.

Since when did Harry even come here for breakfast? He told me he loved being in his room grading or reading. I bit into my apple aggressively as I watched Harry play with a strain of her hair.

Disgusting.

"Who cares. She's hot. I heard she's Ms. Rose's replacement."

I spit out the apple bits in my mouth. "What?!"

Niall gagged. "Eww, you got your spit on my tray. What the hell man?"

I took a napkin from Niall's tray and wiped the table down. "Sorry, but how do you know she's the replacement?" I asked, trying to compose myself.

I need to calm down.

"I heard a few students talking and one said, 'Ms. Rose's replacement is smoking hot'. Then I saw her when I walked into the cafe and put two and two together. You're so lucky. After Mr. Styles leaves you get to stare at that piece of art every day until May." He sighed, looking at her dreamily.

Oh, God. Someone throw me in traffic.

"I mean, it should really be a crime to be that beautiful." Niall said giving her a longing look.

"Yeah, whatever." I don't want to be in this cafe anymore.

Having some blonde bitch flirt with a guy who you don't like but do like but don't like, is irritating. Like how dare you even allow some frog looking-

I took a deep breath. No need to insult her. Harry and I aren't even together.

"Look at his face. He's probably thinking about tearing that outfit off her."

I snapped out of my thoughts and glared at Niall. "No, he isn't!" I yelled.

Niall slowly looked away from her and eyed me. "Umm, did I say something wrong? Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad. It's just Harry I mean- Mr. Styles is my teacher. I don't feel like hearing about him right now." I said mentally cursing myself out.

Fuck, hopefully, he didn't notice the name slip.

Niall studied me. "Harry? How do you know his first name?" He asked.

"Umm, it shows it on the uhh school website."

Niall narrowed his eyes. "You went all the way to the school website to check for his name? That's weird Zayn."

Okay, that was a fail.

"I needed it because I umm- you know- a thing- I give up!" I sighed.