uniform ↠ h.s ON HOLD

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sorry for the cliffhanger babes , and also idk if I like this chapter it's kinda rank in my opinion but oh well , don't forget to vote , it would mean a lot x

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I used my foot to kick the door open, fingers crippling with the hefty weight of the box. The door swung open, me rushing towards his desk to place the box down.

When I turned to face the rest of the class, they were all still flipping through their dictionary's, searching for words.

Mr. Styles didn't say a word, he pushed his chair back and his long fingers pulled back the flaps of the box to reveal the books he'd demanded.

"Is this all?" He informed, reaching in to grab hold of one of the old, scratched and rattled up novels with a French title on the cover page.

"That's what the librarian gave me." I said and he placed the book back in the box, eyes fixated on me.

"She's given me the worst books of the batch." he complained, pushing the box a little bit. The edge of the light brown cardboard rested barely off his huge desk. I reached forward to grab the edge, making sure it wouldn't fall off with the impact of his shove.

"Why does that matter? The same words are written on the inside of the book, sir?"

"It matters because they're cheap, I want the kind that won't rip easily. She's given me the ones that my great grandfather probably used." he said pathetically and I rolled my eyes subtly at his obnoxiously childish behavior.

Who cared what the outside of the novel looked like, the same story filled the pages and despite the fact they were all beaten up and clearly over read, he didn't seem to understand that the inside contained a world of magical vocabulary.

"Sir, it's the same book..." I tried to speak the sentence slowly so he would understand but I only aggravated him further. A few girls turned their attention to us but Mr. Styles scolded them for stopping their work.

He picked up one of the novels again, handing it to me. I grabbed onto the ripped up stack of old smelling pages and opened it, scaling through the several hundreds of sheets, watching the words change on every single page.

"It's still the same." I whispered and he ripped the book from my grasp causing me to breath in a quick rush of air.

He threw the book into the box aggressively, picking it up and dropping it to the floor next to his seat. It made a loud noise, but barely any of my classmates jumped. They must've been used to Mr. Styles behavior.

"Calm down, sir... You don't understa-"

"Pardon me, Elizabeth!" he shouted and I jumped, taking a step backwards. "Don't you ever tell me what to do."

"I'm sorry sir." I said out of pure fright, my bottom lip most definitely trembling. A sadistic little smirk grew on his face, the satisfaction of getting this reaction out of me contented him. "Sit." was all he said after that and I walked back to my seat, feeling the several eyes of the others watching me shamefully return to my spot.

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I was woken up by the loud bell chiming through the class. My head shot up from the brown desk, a small puddle of saliva left behind on the smooth wood of the table and my lips moist.

I used my hand to wipe my mouth before standing up and grabbing my bag. I stared warily at Mr. Styles as he watched me walking towards the door.

I didn't know what he was going to do, if he was even going to make me stay but I carefully eyed him as I made my way towards the door. His eyes were solidly fixated on my own, not moving as he squinted to keep his vision glued on my body.