I had planned on calling Daisy to tell her about what had happened, but I didn’t feel like that was the right thing to do. I thought I had better keep it to myself.
The next day at school felt like it dragged on forever. I didn’t have English until after lunch, so the whole day I spent my time trying to avoid Mr Styles. Whenever I saw him in the hallway, I turned the other way. I wanted to put off talking to him for as long as possible.
“What’s wrong with you today?!” Madison had asked me on our way back from lunch to our lockers.
“Me? Nothing. Why?”
“I don’t know babe you just seem very fidgety and weird.”
“Oh, probably just the late night I had last night, didn’t sleep very well.” I replied shrugging it off.
Underneath my heart was beating a million miles an hour. As we walked to english I felt like the whole world just came to a stand still.
I took my seat in the back row next to Daisy and Hannah and carefully pulled my books and pencil case out of my bag.

When he finally walked into the room I felt myself stiffen and sink into my chair. I looked up and noticed his eyes on me, but they quickly flickered away.
“Uh good afternoon class. Would you please get out the homework from last night? I’ll come around and check it to see if you had any problems.”
Shit, I hadn’t done the homework.
I tapped my pen on the table as I watched him walk around the class. I began to sweat as he got closer and closer. He finally reached Daisy’s desk and talked to her for what seemed like a million years. I gulped as he finally stood in front of my desk.
“Ms Parker, do you have your homework?” He asked sternly.
“Um, no I don’t sorry.” I replied not looking up.
“And why is that?” He sneered.
“I just didn’t have time to complete it.” Why was he being so rude? I get what happened yesterday was awkward, but he didn’t need to be so rude about it.
The whole class had gone silent and everyone was staring at me. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
“Why not? Everyone else seemed to have finished it. You just couldn’t find the time?” His voice dripped in sarcasm.
“I don’t know, maybe I just had a lot on my mind.” I snapped back. I glared at him as he shuffled around on his feet.
He stared back at me before retrieving to his desk.
“Right students, could you please get out your textbooks please and begin the work on page 63.”
The classroom once again returned to its usual noisy self.
“What was all that about?” Daisy asked.
“Nothing.” I said.

After class was over, I waited until everyone had piled out of the room so I could talk to Mr Styles. What was his deal?! If anything, I should be the one mad in this situation.
“Excuse me uh Mr Styles? Can I have a moment?” I asked. He stopped shuffling the papers around on his desk and shut the door.
“What’s up?” He asked as he leant on the edge of his desk and folded his arms.
“What’s up is that you tried to kiss me yesterday and now you’re mad at me for not kissing you back and I’m just really confused and I don’t understand what’s going on here.” I felt my voice shaking, but I tried to hold my ground.
“No its not-”
“And personally, I don’t think you have any right to be mad at me! I mean come on, first you invite me to coffee like its some sort of...date?! And then you pull out my chair and drive me home and try to kiss me?!”
“Sophie if you would-”
“Do you not understand that there’s a line between teachers and students?! And that its actually illegal to have any sort of relationships like that in a school?! If anyone ever found out-”
“SOPHIE!” He suddenly raised his voice and stood up leaning over me. “Would you just listen?!”
I leant on the edge of the desk and folded my arms.
“First of all, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry for the inappropriate behaviour. I understand what you’re saying about teachers and students and how its not allowed, and so I’m sorry for putting you at risk for expulsion. I’m sorry for being mad at you today, and I’m sorry for the coffee and the drive home and the...kissing thing. I’m just really sorry.”
His chest moved up and down with his increasing heart rate. I heard his breaths getting stronger and louder.
“But what I’m not sorry about, is the fact that I met you.” He continued. I felt myself backing away from him as he moved closer. “That you spilled your pens everywhere and that I loved how adorable you looked when you were picking them up, how you talked to me about things for three hours at coffee yesterday, and how gorgeous you look when you’re concentrating in class.”
By this time, we had made our way to the very back of the classroom and I was leaning against the wall, with his face just inches from mine. “For all those things, I can not apologise. And believe it or not, I’m um...pretty sure that I’m...falling for you Sophie Parker.” He breathed out.
“B-b-but how could you? You don’t even know me.” I whispered. I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips.
“But I do. I feel like I’ve known you for a very long time even though its been two days.”
I let my eyes wander up to his. That floppy, curly hair was practically asking for my hands to run through it.
Don’t do it Sophie. Think about what you’re doing!
He bit down on his bottom lip, and in that moment, he had me.
“Oh fuck it.” I whispered as I grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and pressed his lips against mine.
I felt his hands snake around to my waist and pull me in closer to his body. I wrapped my arms around his neck as our lips moved together. He was warm and gentle and caring. The butterflies erupted in stomach again like they had exploded out of a volcano.
We eventually broke away and he kissed my lips again lightly.
“You better get to class.” He whispered.
I smiled gently at him before grabbing my bag and retrieving out the door.
This was definitely the start of something absolutely mental.

Notes

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