Clarity

Have you ever had one of those days?
One of those days where something feels different then the other days, but your not sure why?
That was the kind of day I, Louis Tomlinson was having as I pulled up to Doncaster University and parked my car in it's usual place with a loud pop from the back as I turned it off. It was a nice day though, not to hot not to cold which was a bit unatural for Doncaster around late August but I was taking it in a stride for I needed an excuse to wear my famous tank tops a bit longer even though I didn't have much to flaunt.
Grabbing my bag I kicked the door open and jumped out stumbling a few steps before slamming the car door shut with out bothering to lock it because no one in their right mind would steal a trash can like this, and if they did it would be a blessing.
Brushing a hand through my hair I started the long walk across the lot towards the general direction of my afternoon class. I hadn't chosen much to study this year except the nesscities to be a drama teacher as opposed to being a pish posh freak sitting in a stuffy office.
I had my morning classes first which consisted of Drama, English, and Language that I would attend for a couple of hours each then I would go home to catch up on sleep before going back to the University for my late afternoon History class which I was doing right now.
"Hey Tomlinson!'' A familiar voice called out and I turned to see my friend Carson running across the lot to catch up with me, "Hey Car." I called out with a grin as I grabbed the larger boy and put him in headlock affectionately.
"Let go you arse." Carson snapped pretending to be angry as he pulled away and kicked me in the bum which earned him a light punch in the gut. We were most definate a playful bunch which was why teachers were consistently writing complaints about our outlandish behavior in class.
"I heard we have a new victim today." Carson commented as we shoved each other back and forth while walking in the door which lead to a wide white hall crowded with students either leaving or arriving for their next classes.
Me and Carson winked at a few girls off to the side in a cluster and they giggled which was the usual reaction, "Some girls are so Catty." Carson commented as we worked our way into the crowd heading in the direction of the history class.
"Tell me about it." I say in agreement as we walk by one of the Professors talking to a student who didn't seem amused. "Hey Carson!" The teacher called out glancing our way which gave the pupil the oppertunity to flip her off.
"Hi Ms. Banks." My friend responded with a devilous smile that faded the moment we walked around the corner, "She only says hi to me." He states proudly as he walks a circle around me and I roll my eyes,
"Stop your making me dizzy." I say grabbing his shirt and pushing him to my side.
"You shouldn't let her favortism go to your head! She only wants one thing, the old perv." Shailene called out as she walked behind us. She was our friend who was literally the only girl I would kill for, the rest could kill for themselves for all I cared.
"Yes and it lives in my pants." Carson remarked with a smirk as we both took our usual places next to her, me on the left side and him on the right. "Good, keep it there. You'd be a dreadful father." She teased causing Carson to groan,
"Not this counter arguement again I-" He started but I cut him off my placing a hand over his mouth, "Anyways what were you saying about a new victim?" I ask trying to change the topic now before an argument broke out and ruined the pleasent morning. Carson slapped my hand away and Shailene pushed it out of her face.
"Didn't you hear?" He asked as Shai rolled her eyes, "Not this story again." She whined which gave me the impression he had already told her. "Depends." I say with a confused frown while stopping in the hall outside of mine and Carson's history class.
"Our history teacher quit! Said us bunch of kids got on her last nerve and drove her to a state of frenzy." He said with to much ethusiasim as I look between the both of them a couple of times before bursting out in a fit of laughter,
"Seriously? This history teacher?" I ask crossing my arms and walking back a couple of steps to lean against the wall before nodding towards the door of our class. "Yup." Carson confirms and Shai gives me the hawk eyes,
"You both better give the new teacher an easy time, because I have a feeling you two are already plotting how to drive this one off the deep end." She warned and I held up my hands in protest, "What makes you think I'm gonna give him a hard time?" I ask fighting my rising smile because deep down we both knew she was right to a tee.
"I just do." She simply replies before the warning bell rang and she made a peace sign, "Later." She called before running down the hallway and turning left to the science classes. "White girl." I muttered and Carson laughed before saying,
"Guess we better get in."
and I nod as I stand up straight and brush off my pants then straighten my tank top. "This shall be fun." I say allowing my smile to break free as we pushed the heavy door open and walked into the large noisy class with our heads held proudly for we were expecting to see the teacher at first glance.
"No teacher yet?" I ask moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue as I looked around for any sign of a instructer, "Looks like the new professer is running late." One of the boys in the front row sneer. Marcus I believe.
"To bad." Carson adds as I nod while my eyes gaze over the empty teachers desk then I walk in the frenzy of seats and sit down in mine which was located in the dead center of the room much to my pleasure.
"We getting a male or female?" Carson asks and a few people shrug in response as others either ignore us or mouth, "I don't know." I looked at Carson who sat on my side and remarked, "Hopefully a young female." My words were very truthful in that matter because I had been sick and tired of having grumpy old male and snarky old females teach the classes.
"Maybe they hired Megan Fox?" Someone shouted out hopefully and a couple of people laughed but otherwise everyone was wrapped up in idle chatter with their social groups about who did this and that.
"Their coming!" A girl then shouted that had been lingering near the doorway, causing everyone to rush to their seats at a surprisingly fast speed in which me and Carson high fived to, right before the door swung open and revealed a young male. Bummer.
"Good morning class." A raspy, deep voice called out and a quanity of people responded with murmers of, "Good morning." As I kept my lips sealed and leaned back in my desk while watching him walk in and close the classroom door behind him. He then walked over to his desk where he placed his suitcase on with a thud.
The whole class had remained silent, which was unusual, as we all watched him. He unpacked a few things while whistling an unfamiliar tune. Then keeping his eyes trained on the ground he opened and closed the desk draws, placing items in and taking items out.
I glanced over at Carson and shrugged as he pressed his lips together and smiled the way he normally did when trying to contain laughter or a snide comment. After a few awkward, silent moments the male then sighed and stood up straight before looking directly at the class.
"How is everyone this morning?" He asks and I saw with the corner of my eye a few girls gawking once they got a good veiw of him. I couldn't lie. Even though I was perfectly straight the guy was attractive, could even be a model with his defined features of brown curly hair, piercing green eyes, plump light pink lips, sharp jawline, and his well structured body build that made mine look shameful.
"Fine sir, just fine." One of the girls purred and Marcus choked as the older lad smiled. "Well that's good." He remarked as he gazed over each and every indiviaul person seated in the room quickly, but then once his eyes fell upon me I couldn't help but notice they lingered a little longer then nessicary causing me to shift uncomfortably in my seat for there was something about his eyes that gave you the impression he wasn't one to mess with.
Yet even with that being said I knew in the long run I'd figure out his limits before the end of the week, because I'm just that type of person. "I'm your new teacher Mr. Styles." He finally said pulling his eyes away to my relief as he pulled out a pile of worksheets.
"Hi Mr. Styles!' Another one of his swooners called out and he shot her a smile, "I presume you all will behave." He says unaware that everyone's current behavior was just a temporary thing. I then cleared my throat and said,
"Would you like me to personally dig your grave? Because your going to need it."
My tone was loud and clear as his new fans shot me a death glare. He then looked up with a leering stare in his eye, "Excuse me?" He said the professional, friendly tone immediately gone. "Your excused." I say pressing lips together and smirking as Carson tried to contain his boiling laughter once more by gripping the sides of his desk.
The guys frustrated reaction had been almost immediate much to my excitement.
Mr. Styles then nodded as he leaned back against his desk and folded his arms, "What's your name." He says making it clear with his tone that it wasn't a question but a demand. ''Louis Tomlinson." I reply licking my lips and he nodded as he stood up straight,
"And tell me Mr. Tomlinson, do we have a problem?" He asked and half the class shifted in their seats to look between the both of us, "Time will tell." I state as he narrows his eyes at me then turns away to grab the worksheets.
"Good start." Carson whispers as we bump fists. The Professor remained silent as he begin to walk through the room, handing a sheet of work to each member of the class with a friendly smile that fades when he gets to me.
"You listen here Mr. Tomlinson," He growled and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he slipped a finger through my belt loop to hold me in place,
"We will not under any circumstances have any problems," He said with a hot breath in my ear as he narrowed two dark eyes at me forcing me to fight the urdgency to whimper which was uncommon because I was usually the fearless one.
"Or..?" I ask managing to keep my tone firm, "Or else." He warns as he slaps my worksheet on my desk with a bang before releasing me and moves to the person ahead of me as I stare at him in surprise.
Usually the teachers would threaten to write me up or file a complaint, sometimes even laugh! But this guy just took teaching to a whole 'nother level. "That guy needs to take a joke." Carson whispers leaning towards me and I nod in agreement,
"He really, truely does." I add as Mr. Styles taps the board.
"Today class you will out a worksheet called 'About Me' so I may learn a few things about you, including your name and ambitions this class will help you with in the future." He informs as I ignored the urdge to roll my eyes while I slouched in my seat once more.
This was going to be a long year, and we were only on the second week of school.

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