It was the first day back at school in my senior year.
It was weird to be back, to smell the familiar smell of textbooks and fresh plastic pencil cases. As I made my way into homeroom I was greeted by the familiar faces of my three best friends, Daisy, Hannah and Madison. For some reason, they were beyond excited to see me, even though we had just seen each other yesterday.
I placed my bag down and slung myself into the desk next to them.
“Soph, guess what?!” Madison screeched taking my hands in hers. I looked at Daisy and Hannah wondering what could possibly be so exciting on the first day back at school.
“What?” I asked eagerly.
“We have a new english teacher! I saw him before in the office, he is seriously like so gorgeous. His name is Mr Styles and oh my god Soph, you’ll die he’s so hot.” She fluttered her eyelashes before retrieving to open her timetable. “We have him first period today! Ah so exciting.”
I smiled and tried to act like I was listening. I didn’t really care about a new teacher as such, I was more nervous about doing well in school this year so I could get into a good college.

Everyone took their seats as our homeroom teacher did roll call and tried to make some friendly banter about how our holidays were. Before I knew it, the bell had gone and we were going into 1st period.
Madison practically raced out of the classroom and down the hall before Hannah, Daisy and I could catch up to her.
“Buckle up ladies, Mad’s going to get her claws out with this guy.” Daisy muttered.
“Is he really that attractive?” I asked clutching my folder.
“He’s pretty good looking. He has the best hair I’ve ever seen.” Hannah replied biting on her bottom lip, her eyes glazing over.
“Yeah well good luck competing with Madison for that one.” Daisy said over her shoulder before entering the classroom.
“Do you actually think Mad will like...”
“Have sex with Mr Styles?” Hannah replied cutting me off.
“Yeah.”
“You never know with that one.” She said sliding into her seat and taking her book out.

Madison was seated front and center applying her lipgloss and extra mascara. I rolled my eyes and took a seat near the back next to Dais and Hannah.
As I took my books out of my bag, the sound of pens clattering on the floor caught my attention. My pencil case had come flying out of my bag and the contents had spilled everywhere.
“Shit.” I cursed. I bent down on my hands and knees trying to pick everything up. My favourite pen had gone rolling all the way down to the front of the classroom, and just as I was about to reach and pick it up, a shoe stepped down on it. A hand followed close behind and picked it up for me.
“Uh thanks.” I said standing up, brushing the floor dust off my jeans.
“No problem.”
I looked up to notice a handsome face grinning back at me. I felt my heart begin to race faster and butterflies erupt in my tummy.
“Please, take a seat.” He gestured, as he put his bag down on the desk.
I noticed how quiet the class had gone as I walked back to my seat. Everyone was in awe.
“Holy shit.” Daisy whispered. “Madison wasn’t lying.”

I tried to concentrate on what he was saying about the books we were going to study this year and what he expected of us with homework, but all I could think about was kissing those plump, heart shaped lips.
His voice was husky and rugged, his jawline clenched when he swallowed and his hair...I just couldn’t stop my mind from wandering.
Before I knew it, class had ended and I hadn’t written a single thing down in my notebook. Everyone piled out of class, giggling and snickering together about ‘how insanely hot he was.’
As I walked towards the door, the strap of my bag caught on the back of a chair, sending the contents of my bag flying.
“Shit, not again.” I cursed as I sprawled all over the classroom floor to retrieve my books and pencil case.
As I packed everything up, I noticed Mr Styles kneeling in front of me holding my english textbook.
“Forgetting something?” He asked.
“Oh, right. Um, thanks.” I said putting it in my bag.
“Maybe you should zip that up.” He said walking back to the chalkboard, rubbing out today’s lesson.
“Yeah, good idea.” I laughed as I slung my bag strap over my shoulder.
“I feel like we’re making a habit of this.” He said smiling. I felt my knees grow weak, and leant on the desk to stop myself from falling over at how gorgeous he was.
“I hope not. I’m not usually this much of a klutz.” I smiled shyly.
“It’s Sophie right?” He asked.
“Oh my name? Yeah its Sophie, but everyone just calls me Soph usually.
But like you don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to because I mean, you’re my teacher and sometimes teachers like to be proper and stuff, I don’t really know because you kinda seem like you’re chilled so thats why I’m giving you the option of calling me Soph, but it doesn’t really matter, I’m cool either way.” I felt myself blushing as I ended my ramble. Word vomit only happened to me when I was nervous. He was making me nervous!
“Right. Well I’ll see you tomorrow then Soph.” He said through a suppressed laugh.
I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration as I left the classroom. How could I have been so awkward and stupid?!

Notes

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