Care for me (L. S.)

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Tuesday the first of September | Ms. Falcon

"Hello class, take your seats please," she whined. Her mood was very much ruined by the thought of the school year starting up again. She quickly scribbled down her name on the whiteboard and gave a blond, blue-eyed boy a deadly look for laughing at it.

"Right, I'm Isabelle Falcon, you call me Miss Falcon, and I teach maths in year twelve. Now I should warn you this won't be a year when you can stare through the window and hope you'll still pass! You have to actively study to maintain your grades and to keep on track-" she narrowed her eyes as someone interrupted her by stumbling in, taking a seat at the last empty desk.

"Ah, Louis I see you've come to join us again. What do they say again? Third time's a charm?" she said in a mean voice.

The boy crooked a smile at her.

"Well, I wouldn't count on it, Izzy."

The teacher sighed and walked up to his desk to have a word. "That's entirely up to you of course," she smiled at him out of spite, "but remember; this is the last year you can prepare for your A-levels. The headteacher decided to give you the benefit of the doubt, so I could only advise you not to take this opportunity for granted."

The boy didn't seem to be too worried about it.

Ms. Falcon sighed and turned around to speak to the class again: "As I was saying before I got rudely interrupted; this is not the time to fool around, unless you would like to end up as Mr. Tomlinson over there."

He waved to the class, still arrogantly smiling.

"Right, please write your name on a piece of paper to make a name tag and put it where I can see it. Not you, Louis, I know your name by now." She let her eyes slide over the different names and faces trying to memorize them as quickly as possible. When she saw one in particular, her eyes widened.

"Harry Styles, I've heard so much about you from Mr. Hendrix." The class all turned to look at the curly boy, who didn't seem to mind the whispers and stares.

"He told me you got a 94 on your exam last year. Congratulations."

Harry smiled charmingly. "Uh, thank you miss."

Suddenly as she was looking at Harry's innocent smile, she put two and two together and came up with a fantastic plan within seconds. She patted herself on the back for her own geniusness.

"Alright class," she said, waking everyone up.

"Let's start with solving some equations shall we?"

The class groaned as one, some slamming their heads on the counter in pure frustration. Well actually that was just the blonde boy.

The lesson ended after what seemed like forever. The first of September was the most depressing day of the year, no one could convince her otherwise.

But the worst part was over, since she only taught half-time and got to go home, order some food and watch Supernanny USA for the rest of the day.

She dismissed the students who seemed to be even happier about it. But she then she remembered something and called two boys back in the room:

"Harry, Mr. Tomlinson, could you stay in here for a moment?"

"Sure," the cheerful curly-haired boy said, he didn't seem to mind staying.

If only you could say the same thing about the other one.

"I decided it's a good idea to pair the two of you up so Harry can help you with your maths, Louis. He can be a guide with your homework. You'll meet here after school on a daily basis until I can see enough progress. I'll tell the concierge to keep the classroom open for you." She explained to Louis.

"Like a tutor you mean." He looked over to the younger boy with absence.

She ignored the question and turned to face Harry.

"I will put a good word in for you to the headmaster of the university of Manchester. He's an old friend of mine, actually. Either way, this will look very good on your student application file I imagine." He nodded, not too shy to show his charming smile.

"Of course," Louis mumbled softly, "not like he needs it but whatevah."

The teacher ignored him again and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"I'm really looking forward to having you in my class, Harry. You seem like a good student."

She gestured to the door, letting the boys out along with a heavy sigh.

This was going to be a long year.