Devotion || h.s

two

First period was annoying, and I already know I'm going to hate it. My teacher sure does like to yell, a hell of a lot, so I'm preparing myself for a bunch of headaches.

Second hour was chill. Math actually. My teacher was pretty rude at first, and I'm pretty sure she's a bipolar bitch to be honest. One second she was giving us all these strict rules, and then tells us we could do what ever we wanted the rest of the hour besides anything we aren't suppose to do.

Third period, was art. I enjoy art a lot actually. I like to draw on basically everything, whether that be from my test, or note books, library book (which I don't recommend you doing unless you want to pay for it) notes, myself.. It's an addiction, So I know that class will be great.

Fourth period, well I'm in that right now actually. Zoology. I sighed up because I had no idea what the fuck to do for another class, and I don't know anything about it besides that fact it has to do with animals, which are cool I guess.

I was actually on my way to fifth hour right now. Emercyn meets me by my locker, and we walk to class together.

"How's your day been, B?" She asks as we walk. I just shrug.

"The same I guess. I just want to go home and lay in bed, and listen to music, and be on tumblr and-"

"Brooke, Brooke, Brooke, I get you, I do. A lot. But this year is our senior year, and it's going to be hella good. I promise. Hang in there." She smirks linking my arms with hers.

One thing that was different between me and her, were that she was a little more bubbly then me. Always happy, and talking about something.

Half way to the class, our friend Taylor comes strolling down the hall.

"B, Em!" She shouts running up to us.

"Shit, please tell me what your fifth hour is." She says. I show her my paper and she literally sighs in relief.

"Me. Fucking. Too." I thought I'd be alone." She pouts. I only giggle at her cuteness, wrapping my arms around her shoulder pulling her in for a hug.

"You're so adorable Tay." We reach our English class walking in to see no teacher. Did we pass him in the hall? I don't know.

The desk were in rows, and Taylor sat in front of me as Emercyn sat behind me. We were talking about what we could be doing instead of being here.

"Gosh, I'm so unproductive, what am I doing with my life?" I groan. Emercyn laughs shaking her head at me.

"You were literally just talking to me about how much you wanted to practically be lazy. Calm down."

Soon after, the classroom door opens, and the teacher walks in. I didn't get a good look at his face at first, but he had a white button up shirt on, with black dress pants.

He was looking down at a note book smiling, and I could see dimples poking at the side. His hair was in perfect curls, and his large hands held a coffee cup.

The whole class was silent, the only sound coming from him placing his cup down. He looks up, and my mouth literally dropped open. I'd be lying if I said Mr. Styles wasn't attractive.

"Hello guys, I'm Mr. Styles," He speaks, in a deep raspy, and strong fluent British accent, which only made him ten times more attractive then before.

I look back at Emercyn and could see her smirking at me. I only laugh to myself shaking my head.

"So, I'm pretty sure you all heard I was new, and young. But I do still have rules, but I promise they aren't too bad." He speaks again. God I loved his voice. It was like heaven, every single word that came out flowed perfectly like clouds.

"I'm going to take role, so just raise your hand when I call your name so I can recognize your face by the end of this week." He smiles before going over to his desk and sitting down infront of his computer.

I bit my bottom lip as he turned away from the class, and began messing with the hem of my shirt.

The classroom door opens again, making Mr. Styles turn toward the door.

"Can I help you?" He speaks. I see a familiar face walk in and hold his schedule.

"I got lost," He admits. Mr. Styles nods and the guy comes and sits next to me.
That guy was Alex, one of my closest friends.

"Hey Brooke." He smiles giving me a hug. I heard Mr. Styles get up from his chair when we hugged, making me pull back quickly. I sat back down, and faced the teacher.

His green eyes made contact with mine, making my cheeks burn. I'm pretty sure they were a rosey color by now. Shit, I hate when I blush, my cheeks are naturally pink already.

I think he noticed as he smirked, making his dimple noticeable. He holds a sheet in his hand, that I'm sure have our names on them and he begins calling roll.

This year, I'm going to fail english, my best subject. Only because I'm going to be paying more attention to my teacher rather then what he's teaching.

I mean, I'm not complaning. Hot teacher is better then a cranky teacher.

"Brooke Allen." He says my name, in his hell of an angel like voice. I look up at him and raise my hand. He smirks and nods his head and I put my hand down.

Just the little eye contact we have makes me want to go insane.

After he went through roll, he walks over to the smart board turning it on.

"So I just want to go over the basic rules with you all. I will be giving each of you a piece of paper with the rules and will need you to have your parents sign the bottom, a long with yourselves just to let me know that you went over it together." Mr. Styles says.

As he turns around toward the board to the page he needs on it, some girl whispers 'booty' making me roll my eyes as Mr. Styles laughs, which sends goose bumps all over my body. His laugh was lovely, as well as everything else about my teacher. I guess he heard that what she said, as well.

Mr. Styles, is for sure the most attractive teacher I've ever seen, and even just as a teacher. I'm fan girling over him as if he were in some band.

He's your teacher, calm down - I tell myself. This is going to be a long year.

A/N: Wowowow this is shitty. Sorry.
but I have much planned for this book, so I promise it will get better. <3

xoxo- T