A/N: Something I really need to redo.
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Louis Tomlinson.
Young, funny, kind...and how could I forget?
Devilishly handsome.
You see, all of these are considered wonderful traits. Great traits for a future partner perhaps? Relationship at a friend level would be also very entertaining with such a wonderful person.
But the thing is...
I hate this guy.
You know what is being unfairly ignored in the words "Devilishly handsome"?
Devil.
Oh no, Mr.Tomlinson isn't some crazy phsycopathic maniac with some hidden sadistic personality deep inside. I myself, wouldn't believe it if I ever heard it.
No.
As I mentioned before, he's kind. To the extent that on your first meeting, you would regard him as the perfect kind of boy to introduce to your parents.
The point is, he's basically an angel. Shining eyes, heavenly voice and all the works included. The only one who could ever consider him a devil would be, well, me.
The devil pretty much has a living of torturing souls everyday. And that's exactly how I would describe his job.
Considering that he's my teacher.
So yes, it is his job to torture me for five out of seven days a week. And no, I'm not whining about how crappy education is or how strict the homework he gives out is.
It's just, he's so utterly perfect.
I can't wrap my head around how nobody else is irked as much about this than I am.
Here I am, thinking about him for about the sixth time this period. He's standing right there, at the front of the class staring at me like a frea- wait...what?!
He's just staring at me, oh my god, I- what? I don't know what to-
"Miss Alder?"
His voice, ugh.
There was a tug of a smirk at the corner of his lip. To the rest, his face was stony and unimpressed.
At least he didn't say my name...
"Y-Yes Mr.Tomlinson?"
Stuttering. Wonderful. Great. Aaaauggg-
"-gh" The sound slipped out of mouth.
I looked into his eyes, almost feeling warm sand between my feet as I stared at those oceanic pools of blue.
Damn. Did I say that out loud? Oops.
The smirk was more evident now, threatening to change into a stifled giggle. His lips parted, promise of more words to be said with his angelic voice. His timbre could've probably called unicorns into the room or something if it wasn't cut off by the shriek of the bell.
YES!
I would've thanked god or something, but he was probably too busy crying over my teacher being interrupted. I hastily stacked my materials and booked it for the door. He repeated my name several times, but I could've mistaken it for the sound of bells and something like a whole church choir singing.
Before I even stepped over the exit a hand grabbed my shoulder and stopped me from going further.
"You shouldn't run when someone's calling for you, you know."
He turned me around with no escape from his playful gaze. I felt my cheeks flushing.
"Miss Alder, I'm gonna have to ask you to stay back for a bit."
He shut the door behind me and walked towards his desk.
"We need to talk."
...Well poop.
