Devotion || h.s

three

I've been in school for two and a half weeks now, and I'm already half dead. I feel like a zombie already, and I have given up on trying to look my best. Still presentable, but now how I should look.

I only look forward to going to school to stare at Mr. Styles. Call me crazy for liking a man, my teacher, who has a huge age difference from me, more than any guy I've ever felt this way about.

I'm very fond of him. He's a well put together teacher, very neat, and organized. Most young male teachers leave papers all over their desk, but when you walk into Mr. Styles class, he's placing papers in perfect stacks on the corner of his desk or in baskets.

I walk into fifth hour not exactly happy, just happy the day was almost over. I woke up late this morning, and on top of that my twenty one year old brother, Michael, decides to show up at home and steal my gas money my mom gave me, off the counter. I love him to death, but this morning I wanted to punch his fucking face in.

I had no time to straighten my annoying ass hair, so I had to leave it in it's natural waves, and I had to do my makeup in the car on the way to school. Dangerous I know, but today I only wore Eyeliner and Mascara.

I sit in my seat taking out my binder and a book and placing it on my desk. I rest my chin on the palm of my hand and look up to find Mr. Styles focused on the white papers in front of him with a red pen in his right hand.

He must be grading the small quiz we took yesterday over the book we have to read for class. I was so mad when he gave us the quiz and I'm sure he knew it too from how loud I sighed yesterday making everyone look at me like there was something wrong with me.

The rest of the class comes piling in along with my two best friends. Mr. Styles got out of his chair and walked to the front of the class to talk about the book the entire class was reading and what not.

The whole hour I was fighting with myself to keep my hazel eyes open. I was tired and exhausted. Like I said, I'm like a zombie.

I tried to focus, I really did. But sleep wanted to take over me. I tried paying attention to every damn word Mr. Styles spoke, but I wasn't having it today.

"Brooke?" I jump slightly from my sleepy state, looking around to see Mr. Styles had been talking to me. "Are you alright? Do you need to go get a drink or something to keep you awake?" He asks, his green eyes gazing into mine. I gulped before nodding.

"You don't mind?" I ask, making sure. I didn't want to leave class with him really not wanting me to. He nods his head and gestures his hands toward the door. I nod my head and thank him before leaving. I needed a drink, maybe it would wake me up, anything or maybe even not sitting in a chair for a few minutes could keep me up.

I walk to a vending machine and looking at the drink options. Water or Gatorade? Shit I don't know. I decided on water since I don't want to get something that Mr. Styles would not allow in class.

I walk back to class, with five minutes left until lunch. Good, I was so hungry.

Mr. Styles was done teaching what ever he was talking about and I sat at my desk gathering my things. I yawn a few times, wanting to rub my eyes but decide against it. I pull my over sized flannel around my body, and crossed my arms waiting for time to pass by.

"Taylor?" I question, while looking up at the ceiling.

"Yes, child?"

"Don't call me that," I laugh at her. "Can you come over tonight? I want to do something, get out of the house, you know?" I smile looking at her and she agrees. Finally some time with Tay.

The bell rang and I sigh in relief grabbing my stuff. I was going to walk out with my friends when Mr. Styles called me to his desk, that he was standing in front of, leaning his lean and tall figure against.

"Yes, sir?" I question.

"Are you okay? You looked a little off today." He chuckles, patting the spot next to him against his desk. I hesitate before leaning against it as well.

I was standing so close to him, his strong cologne and minty gum radiating off his body. "Yeah, just a rough morning thats all. I don't get any sleep anymore." I explain. He nods his head.

"I actually want to talk to you about your skills in English. I saw your grades from last year and you are really good, so I expect those grades this year too, alright?" He smiles looking down at me, and I swear we were centimeters away, closer to each other than we originally were before with out notice.

Shit, how can I agree to that? Having him as a teacher, I'm only going to be focused on him himself, and I'm going to slack on work because of it.

"I know I am hot and you're probably going to be just staring at me all day, but you'll be good." He jokes making me heat up. It was like he read my mind, holy shit. Maybe he knows he just has this effect on people.

"But don't worry, babe. I'll let it slide with you." He whispers into my ear, his lips brushing against my ear lobe, and I could feel his hot breath on me, making me shiver. I'm sure he noticed as he chuckled lightly.

"You probably want to get lunch, thank you for letting me talk to you." He says, rubbing my back, his large hand lingering down to my ass.

Most often I would be frightened for a man so much older than me to touch me or speak to me in this kind of way, but for some odd reason with Mr. Styles it's different. The feeling is confusing but I love it.

I nod my head leaving his class, blushing like crazy, keeping my head low as I walk to the cafeteria.

A/N: I think this is my best chapter so far and I seriously had no idea what to write so I just went with it. But thank you to those who have read so far & please v0te & comment and Ilyg.

Xoxo- T