Teach Me a Lesson Daddy

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Amity's POV
Gosh. Walking back into this hell hole sucks. Rebecca my beat friend told me  that since I've been gone there have been many sub teachers teaching our main classes. Can't wait to annoy the s.hit out of them.

Oh, by the way I'm the rebel Amity Turner that loves to push teachers buttons.

'Amity!' yelled Rebecca from the other side of the hallway. She ran towards me with open arms. Rebecca is a very mushy, sentimental, lovey dovey person. I don't mind it but I don't absolutely love it.

'Hey Bec!' I replied with a sly smile.

'Ooo I can't wait for you to met our new English teacher! He is soooo hot!' Rebecca squealed in my ears.

'Sure he is Bec. What's his name?' I questioned.

'Mr.Styles. And I'm not s.hitting you babe. He's so f.ucken hot, I'd f.uck him' she giggled.

'Yeah okay Bec. Let's go to to English.' I told her whilst dragging her along with me.

We both arrived at class 10 minutes late. I opened the door and immediately caught a glance of green orbes. I shook my head and walked to the back of the class with out an apology or anything.

'Oh nice of you to join us miss...' Ask Mr.Styles.

'Miss Turner' I said with a cheeky wink.

'You can stay after class with me Miss Turner' Mr.Styles replied with a sly wink.
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Cliff hanger???
Idk

slay❤️