Possessive Mr Styles

"We're going back to my house, but while we are driving you are going to tell me every single fucking thing that you saw today. understood?" He looks over at me, as if he's waiting for me to answer him. I slowly nod.

"I don't exactly understand what you want me to say. I wanted to ask you a question about the homework you assigned but I figured it would be best to wait until after school, and when I came back to your classroom. you were... how do I put it? let's just say it looked like the desk was going to fold." I chuckle at my choice of words, but i immediately stop when i see the look on his face, back to that grouchy persona. "You should probably invest in a door without a window if your going to be fucking random girls in your classroom Mr Styles. How unfortunate would it have been for you if the princip-"