More Than a Student/Teacher Relationship

Zoe's P.O.V.


The annoying blare of my alarm clock rang through my room, causing me to stuff my head under my pillow, groaning when my mom barged into my room. "Zoe, get up! You need to go to school!" she yelled, throwing a pillow at me.
"Ugh, Mom! What did you do that for?" I groaned, sitting up and rubbing my tired eyes.
"Because, it was the only way for you to get up! Now hurry, we have to leave in thirty minutes!" she chirped, skipping out of my room. How on Earth that women can be so energetic at 7:30 in the morning, the world will never know. I sighed, standing from the warm confinements of my sheets. I went into the bathroom, brushing my hair and teeth, and applying some makeup. I went back into my room, shuffling through the outfits sorted in my closet, before finally deciding on a simple top and skirt. I made my way downstairs, into the kitchen where a breakfast of eggs and toast was waiting on the table for me, courtesy of my mother.
“Thanks for making me breakfast, Mom.” I kissed her cheek, sitting on one of the chairs to eat my delicious meal.
“Your welcome. Now, hurry up and eat, you have five minutes.” I quickly shoved the wonderful eggs down my throat, washing it down with a glass of orange juice. I shot up, carefully placing my dishes in the sink before grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulders. “Ready to go?” my mom asked, grabbing her car keys.
“Yeah, let’s go.”


“Hey, Zoe! Over here!” My best friend, El, called from the steps. She, and the rest of my friends, being El’s boyfriend Louis, Niall, Dani and her boyfriend Liam, Perrie, and her boyfriend, Zayn. I rushed over, taking a seat next to Niall.
“Hey! What’s up?”
“There’s a new English teacher.” Dani smiled. “He’s hot.”
“Oh really? Hotter than me, then?” Liam asked, his British accent thick. Being the only American girl in the school, and Niall being the only Irish, we notice things like this.
“Of course not, silly,” she giggled, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. Liam wasn’t much for public displays of affection, which kind of annoyed Dani at first, but she quickly got over it.
“So, how hot is this new English teacher exactly? I have English third,” I asked.
“Oh, he is absolutely gorgeous. Or, so I have heard,” El saved herself from the playful glare Louis was about to throw at her.
“Damn straight,” he stated, leaning over to kiss El. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Ugh, stop! I hate that you all are in perfect relationships, just not me,” Niall whined.
“Hey! I’m single too, you know.” I pretended to be offended, standing from my spot next to Niall to sit next to Perrie.
“I was only kidding! Jeez, no need to make a big deal out of it.” I laughed at that, leaning onto Perrie.
“it’s okay, Nialler.” The first bell rang, signalling it was time to head inside the building. We all went our separate ways, ready to head to our first period.


Third period finally rolled around, El, Liam, and I made our way to the English classroom, since we three have it together. We took our normal seats, me on El’s right and Liam in front of me, and prepared for the class. Right after the bell rang, a young, hot man dressed in tight, black jeans and a button down shirt, strolled into the room. His emerald eyes glanced over the class, filled with annoyed boys and swooning girls, his large hand sweeping back a chocolate curl that had fallen onto his forehead. To put it simply, he was fucking hot. He walked up to the board, writing something on it. He turned to the class, a wide grin plastered on his face.
“Good morning, my name is Mr. Styles, and I will be your English teacher for the remainder of the year. Unfortunately, a member of your previous teacher’s, Ms. Stein’s, family has fallen ill, and she has traveled to Germany to take care of them. I hope you understand the situation, and I am sure we will all have an amazing rest of the year,” he spoke, British accent thick. Shit, now when I speak, I will have to give the whole “I moved here from America” speech. I really hate having to do that. Oh well, it happens every time you meet someone new if you move to London from fucking Oregon. I’ve gotten used to it by now. He continued to talk about what we would be learning about for the rest of the year, me zoning out to the sound of his beautiful voice. I was rudely awakened by El clapping in my face, the class filled with sniggers as Mr. Styles stared at me. “Miss Kay?”
“What? I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?” I asked, feeling totally embarrassed.
“ Of course. Can you tell me what a pathetic fallacy is compared to personification?” he asked, forest eyes boring into mine.
“Yeah. A pathetic fallacy is when you give an inanimate object a human feeling, while personification is when you give an inanimate object a human trait, more where they do something only people can really do.” Thank god I am good at English. He smiled at me, green eyes sparkling.
“Thank you, Miss Kay. That was perfect. Now, who can give me an example of each?”


The bell rang, announcing that third period was over, and lunch was starting. I was about to walk out with Liam and El when I heard a deep, husky voice call me back into the classroom. I walked over to the source of the voice, seeing that it was Mr. Styles. My heart race quickened, which is beyond stupid. He’s a teacher, I’m a student. He is more off-limits then the football captain to the nerdiest girl in school. I walked over to his desk, which he was sitting on the edge of. “Ah, Zoe. I wanted to talk to you about something.” I nodded, telling him to go on. “Well, I was looking back at some of your previous test scores, and they are quite impressive. I was wondering if you would be interested in being a after-school tutor.” I smiled at his question, feeling very happy that I had impressed him.
“I would love to! That would be amazing.” He smiled back, looking into my eyes.
“Perfect! We will meet here after school tomorrow, and assign you a person. You will help them under my supervision at first, so if there is anything you need, I will be there.” Wow, extra time with the hottest teacher ever? Talk about luck!
“Thank you! I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled shyly, turning away.
“Goodbye, Miss Kay.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Styles.”



I had changed into my pajamas, after informing my mom on my day over dinner. I was currently laying in my bed, watching Netflix. I looked over at the clock, noticing it was nearing midnight, and decided to get some sleep. I can’t believe I have a crush on my teacher. I mean, I guess that isn’t so bad. What’s the harm in a little crush? It’s not like he will ever feel the same, though that would be amazing. I turned out the light, crawling under the covers. I fell asleep to the impossible thought of Mr. Styles and I actually being a thing. Crazy, right?

Notes

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