'So I'm going to a register and try to get to know you guys,' Harry I mean Mr Styles said from the front of the room. My last name was Matthews quite far down, thank god.
'He is gorgeous,' Annie whispered to me.

'Do you think?' I said, trying to hide my embarrassment. He hadn't noticed me yet.
'Victoria Matthews?' The way he said my name made butterflies fly around in my stomach.
'Here,' I said as confidently as I could
. He looked up and smiled in my direction, not actually looking at me. He still didn't know who I was.
Woo! He finished the register and sent it off.
'Right so I believe that last year you began Russia and Stalin. I'm hopefully going to help you finish that. So can anybody tell me the name of the communist party before the Russian revolution?' Everybody stayed quiet.

'I'll chose then,' he scanned his eyes over the register. 'Ah. Miss Matthews, can you tell me?' I froze. Why me?
'Bolsheviks,' Annie whispered me the answered.
'The er.. Bolsheviks,' I answered. At that point he looked me straight in the eyes. Fear sweeping over him.
'That's, urm.. Correct. What year was the revolution? Someone else can answer this.' He noticed me. Shit.
The bell rang breaking the awkwardness between me and Mr Styles. I grabbed my bag and shoved my books and pens in it.
'Victoria, can I have a word please?' Mr Styles asked. Annie nudged me, raising her eyebrows.

'I'll wait for you outside,' she said and I walked over to his desk.
'What the hell Victoria! You're a student?!' He whispered-shouted.
'You didn't ask Harry. You just presumed!' I hissed back.
'Oh god. I don't want to ask, but how old are you?' He spat.
'15,' I whispered, almost inaudible.
'15?!' He raised his voice. 'So not only are you my student, but your underage as well! Fuck Victoria. Do you know how much trouble I can get in?!'
'No-one will find out if you keep your mouth shut. Maybe next time you meet someone in a bar you should make sure that you know how old they are!' I shouted back, before storming out of the classroom.

'What did he want Victoria? Why are you so angry?' Annie asked, concerned.
'He said my grades are awful and blamed me. Blame Ms Hutchins! She was the fucking teacher,' I answered lying.
'Come on. I'll buy you a piece of toast,' Annie said as she linked her arm with mine.
The rest of the day dragged. I was sitting in Maths, struggling as per, when Harry came in and asked to see me. Again. I stood up, my face like thunder telling him I wasn't happy with being pulled out of my lesson.
'Listen Harry. I don't care what you say. It's just as much your fault as it is mine. You instigated it.

You took me to yours. You followed me into the bathroom. If anything, you're more responsible than me,' I whispered to him, telling him that I was angry at him.
'I know. You're right Tori. It's my fault. I came on way to strong. And I know I'm probably in no position to ask you for a favour, but please, please don't tell anyone what happened,' he pleaded to me.

'Oh right, well.. Of course I tell anyone. You're lucky it's me and not anybody else. Was that it?' I asked him.
'No, I noticed your history grades aren't very good. I was going to offer to tutor you after school every Tuesday, starting tomorrow,' he said smiling professionally.
'Oh okay then. See you Mr Styles,' I said, turning around walking back into maths.
'He likes you Tori! What does he want now?' Annie asked as I re-entered the room.
'He's offered me extra tuition.' Yeah, because its not going to be awkward at all.

Notes

Hope you like it. And have you guys heard the new leaked song Just cant let her go..?