"Get up sweetie.." my mom says, shaking me by my shoulder. I sit up slowly.
Thank god it's Friday!
"Okay, I'm up!" i say and point to the door for her to leave. She does as expected.

i get up and grab a outfit. A grey plain tee, black leather jacket, and camo shorts.

i grab my phone and black cross body purse.

"Bye mom!" i scream and walk out the door to see Alane walking on the side walk. i wave and she walks to my car.

"Hey, so.. guess now i just drive you to school?" i say sarcastically, she smiles.
"you know it!"
"Little slutbag." i say and we laugh.
we joke like this a lot.

***
"Okay! Let's get to History!" i say and try to walk away when Alane pulls on my jacket.
"You have been dragging us to that class early everyday....why?" she asks and i shrug.
okay...so it might be the teacher...

She sighs that i didn't really answer her.
we just walked to the class and i got eager to see Mr. Styles.
But when the door closed i looked up to see a middle aged woman.

"Hello, class. i am your substitute teacher, Mrs. Daniels."
the class says "Hello" in unison.

"Excuse me..Where is Mr. Styles?" i ask, on the edge of my seat.
"Mr. Styles has been called out for family reasons.." she says and i sigh.

For the rest of class i was zoned out. We were reviewing everything that Mr. Styles had taught us all week anyway. Comparing the time that Romeo and Juliet was made to now and all that shit.

i really wanted to see Mr. Styles.

******
I decided to wind off I'd do my homework at Starbucks.

i walked in and sat down after i ordered a Vanilla Frappacino.

The doorbell ringed and i saw Mr. Styles.
He ordered and looked for a seat, as he scanned the place he caught me staring.
He waved and i waved back in a shy manner.

i decided if i looked down he would just ignore me.
i was wrong.
He walked to me, "Hello Miss. Coleman." his accent thick, it made me shiver.
"Hi" i say and he points to the seat, asking if he may sit, i nod.

"Doing your homework?" he asks and i nod.
"This History homework is hard...the sub didn't explain it as good as you usually do.." i drift off. he chuckles and scoots closer.
"Here, let me help.." he says and i smile.

We are extremely close, he turns to me seeing if i am paying attention.
His lips so close to mine i can almost feel them.
We both lean in close and our lips are pressed together. When we pull away.

"I-I-..I'm sorry.." i say and gather my stuff, shoving it in my bag.
"No, it was my fault. That was completely unprofessional." he clears his throat.

"Good, so..I'll see you tomorrow." i say awkwardly and somehow we end up with our lips pressed together again.

We stop and i open my mouth, trying to find the words, but i end up running out of the coffee shop.

What the hell just happened?