I stopped in my tracks. Jake walked a few paces in front of me before turning around.

"What's wrong? Why? What's your next class?" Jake asked, genuinely worried.

"Ummm, I have..." I could not form words. He grabbed the paper from my frozen hands. His frown turned into a smile.

"YES!!! I got math with the nerd!" Jacob yelled. I forgot about the situation at hand for a second. I smacked him, rather hard, on the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" Jake whined.

"Just be lucky it wasn't your face." He whimpered, before putting his hand against his face. I smirked, and brought my hand up, ready to strike him with my fist.

"NOT THE FACE!" he yelled, bringing his hand up to protect his face. I chuckled and relaxed my arm. I laughed and waved at a few girls, giggling at Jacob. They smiled and waved back.

"Come on, you baby. Girls are staring at you." He looked up, and pulled at his jacket, pretending to be all cool.

"Psshhh! I wasn't scared! Just... Ummm... Playing along," he said slowly.

"Nice cover up." He scoffed, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me over to Mr. Styles' class.

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As we entered his classroom, he was finishing up writing a problem on the board.

"Whoever answers this equation correctly first, goes to home first, and gets to take a friend. Get to work," he said. He then sat at his desk, as if it was going to take a while for his students to answer. I figured out the equation in a snap. This was middle school stuff.

"Mr. Styles, I believe the answer is 5x+68." His head popped up.

"Who got the answer?" he asked, surprise in his voice.

"I did. Willow Caverly. We met earlier, though I doubt you remember," I replied. He looked at me, his beautiful smile on his face wider than before. Now it showcased his two dimples. I smiled back, and Jake poked my single dimple in my left cheek.

"How could I forget? Ms. Caverly, beautiful, respectful, and bright! What are you doing here?" Mr. Styles gushed.

"Well Mr. Styles, I am absolutely glad that you feel that way, because your class is my last period," I responded. He smiled even more.

He decided to teach the students how to do the problem, with all his extra time before lunch started.

That classroom was really warm, so I knew why he had a fan. But that fan ruined me. I was smiling and standing, observing Mr. Styles teach. His biceps flexed when he moved. His pink lips parted slightly with his concentration. He had taken off his sports coat, and revealed his toned chest, through his tight T-shirt. And I wasn't the only one to notice this. Whenever Mr. Styles turned around to tell the class something, the girls would put their pencils in their mouth and suck on it. But he pretended not to care. He kept looking over at my direction and his green eyes bore into my brown ones. He made me melt. He is not human. I swear, he is a Greek god. Suddenly, the fan blew my skirt up. I squealed at the sudden blast of air, and skin showing. Mr. Styles looked over, and his eyes widened in surprise. The fan left my skin, but the damage was done.

Mr. Styles looked at me. His eyes had turned from a bright, emerald green, to a dark, forest green. He stood there, mouth agape. Suddenly the bell rang.

As the girls filed out of the class, they all shot me dirty looks, obviously thinking I had planned all that. The guys winked and one even gave me his number. Gross. Jake decided to go out too. He kissed me on the cheek before leaving. However, before he left fully, he stopped.

"Where should I meet you? After school, I mean," Jake asked.

"I was planning on staying here, if Mr. Styles doesn't mind, or course." He shook his head no.

"She can stay," Mr. Styles said. I looked back at Jacob. He nodded and walked out to lunch. I walked up to Mr. Styles.

"May I sit at your desk?" I asked. He smiled.

"What's wrong with one of the students' desk?" he chuckled. I crinkled my nose.

"It makes me feel as though I am at detention." Mr. Styles smiled at my answer. He nodded. I walked over to Mr. Styles' desk.

"You are not that organized, are you?" He shook his head. "I can help you organize. If you want," I told him. He walked over to me.

"Stand up," he instructed. I complied and stood, he sat down, pulling me down with him by my waist. I sat on him, getting slightly uncomfortable. I started organizing. I separated his pens and pencils.

"You should keep them separate. At least, that's what I do." I felt his eyes boring into my back. I looked around his desk, trying to find two cups to place the pens and pencils in. I found one, and reached over to grab it. My bum pressed into Mr. Styles' crotch. A groan escaped his mouth, as he pulled me back, so that I was leaning against him.

"Mr. Styles-" I was cut off by him.

"Harry. Call me Harry," he told me. He was placing delicate kisses on my neck. I got lost in his touch.

"Harry. What are you doing?" I asked urgently.

"Isn't it obvious? I want you Willow." I gasped at his words. "I've wanted you since that fan blew your skirt up." My breath hitched, remembering his dark green eyes.

I gasped as one of his hands reached down, touching my skirt. His hand glided under it, touching me over the fabric of my underwear. One of his fingers applied soft pressure to the small nub, and pleasure exploded through me. He started rubbing hard, and slow. My head nestled into the crook of his neck, as pleasure kept running through me. He moved the flimsy fabric of my underwear over, and his hand made contact with my excitement. His long fingers ran across my slit. A soft moan left my mouth, as my hand fisted into his soft ringlets. I gasped when his finger tried to enter me.

"My god! You're so... Tight!" Harry strained.

"Harry. It's not going to work," I told him. But he wouldn't stop trying... Till finally, his finger entered me. I groaned out in pain so loudly, we almost didn't notice the turning of the doorknob. Harry quickly pulled his finger out, making me wince. I quickly stood up, and sat down at one of the students' desk. But I don't know if I did it fast enough, because a boy with black hair, that flopped over his forehead, and wore hipster glasses, stood in the doorway, gripping his letterman jacket tightly, and his big golden-brown eyes were open wide with surprise.

Notes

Hey turtles! Here's chapter two! Sorry it took two days to update, but I'm still in school, and homework is killing me. Not only that, my grandma is sick, so she's staying with me and I'm taking care of her. But I hope you guys enjoyed it! For those people who are dirty minded, like me, sorry the dirty part in this chapter was so short. The future ones will be longer, so yeah! So who do you think the boy at the end is? I know I'm not very descriptive, so I understand if you have no clue who he is. Also, this is his laid back kind of style in the story... So yeah. I guess that's it! If you liked it, DON'T COME BACK! Lol just kidding. Subscribe if you liked it, and are not already subscribed please! And vote please!! I think that's it... Bye turtles!