A Beautiful Affair
Chapter 1
Chapter 1:
I heard the faint sound of my alarm going off and the sounds of the rest of my family downstairs. I groggily opened my eyes and outstretched my arm and dismissed my alarm from making any further noises. I rubbed my eyes and stretched while throwing the covers from my body. Groaning and dragging my feet, I made my way to the shower across the hall. I discarded my clothes in the hamper and climbed in the shower, letting the warm water soothe my tired muscles.
Oh yeah, it totally slipped my mind to tell you, today's my first day of senior year at the place I call hell. Let me tell you, I'm not so popular, I mean I used to be, but one mistake is all it took to make me fall to the bottom of the food chain.
I shook my head away from those awful memories and turned the shower off, stepping onto the cool tile floor, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. I made my way back to my bedroom, sauntering over my dresser to find some clothes to wear. I put on my underwear and bra and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a blue "my chemical romance" t-shirt.
i waltzed over to my mirror and combed through my knotted hair and then grabbed a pony tail and through it up into a ponytail. I didn't really bother to put makeup on, only some mascara and a bit of lip-gloss. I walked out of my room and shut my bedroom door behind me while making my way down the steps.
I made my way downstairs and saw my little brother Ronan playing with his toys in the living room and my younger sister Paris sitting on the couch watching Spongebob.
"Morning," Paris greeted, smiling. Paris was 14 and in the 8th grade and had the most amazing attitude anyone could have. She's always so happy, it gets weird sometimes.
"Morning," I smiled.
I walked in the kitchen to find my dad at the table drinking some coffee while on his MacBook. "Morning sweetie, ready for your first day of the senior year?"
I faked a smile and put my thumbs up while walking to the counter to get some coffee. You see my family doesn't know about what happened to me in freshman year and never will my dad has enough on his plate to be worrying about my 'feelings'.
I gulped my orange juice down and looked at the time on our oven. Shit. “Gotta go dad, love you. Bye.” I kissed his forehead and ran out of the kitchen to the living room to find Ronan alone. “Hey buddy, have you seen Paris?”
“She weft a couple minute ago.”
I smiled and kissed his forehead and said a goodbye while grabbing my bag and black boots. Ronan was my little brother, only 4 years old and was as smart as ever. Only thing is he was diagnosed with cancer a year ago. I sighed and began walking down my street to the high school lucky for me, we only live like 2 blocks away. And the answer is no, if you were wondering if I had a car. I have a job and so does my dad, but half have his check and all of mine go to Ronan’s hospital bills.
I inwardly groaned as I walked up the sidewalk of doom. I could just hear it now, “hey look guys, Juliet has enough guts to show her face another year,” or “whore” or the ever so famous “nerdy pants.” I could already hear the snickering and finger pointing at me from the front doors of the school building.
I took a deep breath, preparing me for the comments and I opened the doors looking down at my shoes. I looked up at everyone’s eyes were on me. Why can’t people just forget it? It happened 3 years ago. I was frozen in my place and everyone was whispering and pointing in my direction. Great.
I was shocked when I saw a tall, lean body, set of moppy curls on the top of his head, whistle loudly and say, “Everyone to class now!”
Everyone was just kind of staring awkwardly at the boy with the curly hair. Why was a student so adamant about getting to class? Why didn’t he hate on me too? Has he not gotten the memo that everyone in the school hates me?
“You hear me class, now!” he was kind of just standing there with his hands crossed in front of his chest glaring at everyone in the hall.
A girl in a group by the lockers blurted out, “Excuse me, but who are you?”
I could faintly see a smirk rise on his face and his eyes flicker with amusement as he said, “I’m all your guys new math teacher, so if you’d all like to move alone and get to class I won’t have to give any detentions on the first day of school.”
Every single girl in the hall either giggled or started twirling their hair and every boy groaned and dragged their girlfriend along or also admired the young teacher in front of us. I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. He was well gorgeous; his hair fell perfectly, shaping his face. When he smiles you could see dimples arise on his cheeks. He—I shook my head and walked away from the crowd and to my locker hurriedly trying to put my combination in and grab my books for 1st period.
I put my bag in the locker and grabbed my geography books, heading down the hall. I looked at my schedule… room 204. I continued down the hall until I found the room. I pushed the door open and found an old man in the front of the room and only a couple of kids scattered all around the room. I took a seat in the back by the window and grabbed my notebook, opening it up and putting the date in the corner.
**
The final bell went off signaling it was time for the last class of the day. I grabbed my books and headed down the hall. Today has gone by ok. I sat in the library for lunch and haven’t really been picked on much today, which is a plus. I came across room 216 and pushed the door open, only to find every single kid in their seats and everyone starring intently at the teacher in the front of the room.
No one is ever in class this early? No one even acknowledged my presence; everyone was too busy starring to the front of the room. I slowly turned my head to the front of the room, only to be met by a smile and a mop of curls. Of course, my last class of the day… math.
My new teacher and I made eye contact for a brief couple of seconds before I awkwardly looked away and rushed to the empty seat in the back.
“Alright class, I'm your new math teacher for this year. You can call me Mr. Styles or sir, which ever one you prefer, any questions?” almost immediately, every girls hand shot up in the class room, even a few boys. Mr. Styles called on the ever so popular Emma.
“Well,” Emma started twirling her hair; I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “How old are you Mr. Styles?”
I could see out of the corner of my eye Mr. Styles’ cheeks got a bit red from the flirtation in Emma’s voice.
“24,” He answered in a calm non-flirtatious voice.
He called on a lot more people and I learned more about him. His favourite colour was orange, his mum’s name was Anne, and his sister’s name was Gemma. He grew up in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. He has a cat named Dusty and loves singing.
I was slowly drifting off into a daydream until one question caught my attention. I don’t know why this question did, but it did.
“Are you single?”
Mr. Styles looked quite taken aback, but his next words shocked many of the girls in our class and even made me get this weird feeling in my stomach.
“I’m engaged.”
Mr. Styles’ lesson went on. Me, being the ‘nerd’ that I am, wrote everything he said on paper, while everyone else starred intently at his face or either daydreamed. I let my mind drift off a bit while he was answering some questions about the lesson.
I wonder who his fiancé is she must be beautiful… I mean to be with a guy like Mr. Styles. I shook my head getting rid of all my thoughts about my teacher. That’s weird Juliet, he’s your teacher, sure he’s cute, but you can’t have a crush on your teacher, especially when the damn guy is engaged!
The bell drew me out of my thoughts and I gathered all my things quickly standing up, rushing to get out of the classroom. But right before I walked out of the classroom, I swear I made brief eye contact with Mr. Styles and he… smirked at me? I must be imagining things.
I walked down the hallway to my locker putting my books in and getting my bag out. I kept my head down as I walked out the school doors, avoiding nasty glares and snickers from others. I put my headphones in and blasted Paramore, letting the music take over my thoughts.
I arrived at my house and put my iPod in my bag, making my way up the sidewalk to my front door. I flung the door open and threw my bag on the ground while taking my hair out of my ponytail.
“Paris,” I called out, but got nothing in response. “Dad?” I questioned, “Ronan,” I was frantically looking through the house while calling their names repeatedly.
They’re always home by the time I'm home. The only time there not, is when they’re in the hospital with Ronan. I abruptly stopped looking and a look of horror spread across my face. Ronan only goes to the hospital when it’s bad. My family is always home when I get home from school if not, they’re at the hospital. Ronan’s at the hospital.
I heard the faint sound of my alarm going off and the sounds of the rest of my family downstairs. I groggily opened my eyes and outstretched my arm and dismissed my alarm from making any further noises. I rubbed my eyes and stretched while throwing the covers from my body. Groaning and dragging my feet, I made my way to the shower across the hall. I discarded my clothes in the hamper and climbed in the shower, letting the warm water soothe my tired muscles.
Oh yeah, it totally slipped my mind to tell you, today's my first day of senior year at the place I call hell. Let me tell you, I'm not so popular, I mean I used to be, but one mistake is all it took to make me fall to the bottom of the food chain.
I shook my head away from those awful memories and turned the shower off, stepping onto the cool tile floor, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. I made my way back to my bedroom, sauntering over my dresser to find some clothes to wear. I put on my underwear and bra and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a blue "my chemical romance" t-shirt.
i waltzed over to my mirror and combed through my knotted hair and then grabbed a pony tail and through it up into a ponytail. I didn't really bother to put makeup on, only some mascara and a bit of lip-gloss. I walked out of my room and shut my bedroom door behind me while making my way down the steps.
I made my way downstairs and saw my little brother Ronan playing with his toys in the living room and my younger sister Paris sitting on the couch watching Spongebob.
"Morning," Paris greeted, smiling. Paris was 14 and in the 8th grade and had the most amazing attitude anyone could have. She's always so happy, it gets weird sometimes.
"Morning," I smiled.
I walked in the kitchen to find my dad at the table drinking some coffee while on his MacBook. "Morning sweetie, ready for your first day of the senior year?"
I faked a smile and put my thumbs up while walking to the counter to get some coffee. You see my family doesn't know about what happened to me in freshman year and never will my dad has enough on his plate to be worrying about my 'feelings'.
I gulped my orange juice down and looked at the time on our oven. Shit. “Gotta go dad, love you. Bye.” I kissed his forehead and ran out of the kitchen to the living room to find Ronan alone. “Hey buddy, have you seen Paris?”
“She weft a couple minute ago.”
I smiled and kissed his forehead and said a goodbye while grabbing my bag and black boots. Ronan was my little brother, only 4 years old and was as smart as ever. Only thing is he was diagnosed with cancer a year ago. I sighed and began walking down my street to the high school lucky for me, we only live like 2 blocks away. And the answer is no, if you were wondering if I had a car. I have a job and so does my dad, but half have his check and all of mine go to Ronan’s hospital bills.
I inwardly groaned as I walked up the sidewalk of doom. I could just hear it now, “hey look guys, Juliet has enough guts to show her face another year,” or “whore” or the ever so famous “nerdy pants.” I could already hear the snickering and finger pointing at me from the front doors of the school building.
I took a deep breath, preparing me for the comments and I opened the doors looking down at my shoes. I looked up at everyone’s eyes were on me. Why can’t people just forget it? It happened 3 years ago. I was frozen in my place and everyone was whispering and pointing in my direction. Great.
I was shocked when I saw a tall, lean body, set of moppy curls on the top of his head, whistle loudly and say, “Everyone to class now!”
Everyone was just kind of staring awkwardly at the boy with the curly hair. Why was a student so adamant about getting to class? Why didn’t he hate on me too? Has he not gotten the memo that everyone in the school hates me?
“You hear me class, now!” he was kind of just standing there with his hands crossed in front of his chest glaring at everyone in the hall.
A girl in a group by the lockers blurted out, “Excuse me, but who are you?”
I could faintly see a smirk rise on his face and his eyes flicker with amusement as he said, “I’m all your guys new math teacher, so if you’d all like to move alone and get to class I won’t have to give any detentions on the first day of school.”
Every single girl in the hall either giggled or started twirling their hair and every boy groaned and dragged their girlfriend along or also admired the young teacher in front of us. I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. He was well gorgeous; his hair fell perfectly, shaping his face. When he smiles you could see dimples arise on his cheeks. He—I shook my head and walked away from the crowd and to my locker hurriedly trying to put my combination in and grab my books for 1st period.
I put my bag in the locker and grabbed my geography books, heading down the hall. I looked at my schedule… room 204. I continued down the hall until I found the room. I pushed the door open and found an old man in the front of the room and only a couple of kids scattered all around the room. I took a seat in the back by the window and grabbed my notebook, opening it up and putting the date in the corner.
**
The final bell went off signaling it was time for the last class of the day. I grabbed my books and headed down the hall. Today has gone by ok. I sat in the library for lunch and haven’t really been picked on much today, which is a plus. I came across room 216 and pushed the door open, only to find every single kid in their seats and everyone starring intently at the teacher in the front of the room.
No one is ever in class this early? No one even acknowledged my presence; everyone was too busy starring to the front of the room. I slowly turned my head to the front of the room, only to be met by a smile and a mop of curls. Of course, my last class of the day… math.
My new teacher and I made eye contact for a brief couple of seconds before I awkwardly looked away and rushed to the empty seat in the back.
“Alright class, I'm your new math teacher for this year. You can call me Mr. Styles or sir, which ever one you prefer, any questions?” almost immediately, every girls hand shot up in the class room, even a few boys. Mr. Styles called on the ever so popular Emma.
“Well,” Emma started twirling her hair; I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “How old are you Mr. Styles?”
I could see out of the corner of my eye Mr. Styles’ cheeks got a bit red from the flirtation in Emma’s voice.
“24,” He answered in a calm non-flirtatious voice.
He called on a lot more people and I learned more about him. His favourite colour was orange, his mum’s name was Anne, and his sister’s name was Gemma. He grew up in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. He has a cat named Dusty and loves singing.
I was slowly drifting off into a daydream until one question caught my attention. I don’t know why this question did, but it did.
“Are you single?”
Mr. Styles looked quite taken aback, but his next words shocked many of the girls in our class and even made me get this weird feeling in my stomach.
“I’m engaged.”
Mr. Styles’ lesson went on. Me, being the ‘nerd’ that I am, wrote everything he said on paper, while everyone else starred intently at his face or either daydreamed. I let my mind drift off a bit while he was answering some questions about the lesson.
I wonder who his fiancé is she must be beautiful… I mean to be with a guy like Mr. Styles. I shook my head getting rid of all my thoughts about my teacher. That’s weird Juliet, he’s your teacher, sure he’s cute, but you can’t have a crush on your teacher, especially when the damn guy is engaged!
The bell drew me out of my thoughts and I gathered all my things quickly standing up, rushing to get out of the classroom. But right before I walked out of the classroom, I swear I made brief eye contact with Mr. Styles and he… smirked at me? I must be imagining things.
I walked down the hallway to my locker putting my books in and getting my bag out. I kept my head down as I walked out the school doors, avoiding nasty glares and snickers from others. I put my headphones in and blasted Paramore, letting the music take over my thoughts.
I arrived at my house and put my iPod in my bag, making my way up the sidewalk to my front door. I flung the door open and threw my bag on the ground while taking my hair out of my ponytail.
“Paris,” I called out, but got nothing in response. “Dad?” I questioned, “Ronan,” I was frantically looking through the house while calling their names repeatedly.
They’re always home by the time I'm home. The only time there not, is when they’re in the hospital with Ronan. I abruptly stopped looking and a look of horror spread across my face. Ronan only goes to the hospital when it’s bad. My family is always home when I get home from school if not, they’re at the hospital. Ronan’s at the hospital.
8/31/13