My blue eyes widen as I saw my fifth f in this class. I know I was failing pretty hard and need to do something about it. I look at the slob I call my teacher and back at the quiz we just did.
I raised my hand,"Mr. Styles we have a problem."
"I'm not changing your grade Ms. Edwards." He states pretty clear, and makes the class laugh. I sunk into my seat and pout. I really need to pass this boring ass class.
The school bell rings again and everyone got up and left the class room in a fast pase. I mean it was the weekend. So it was just Mr. Styles and I.
I got up and slap the paper on his desk. He looks at the grade and look up at me."Yes Zoëlla." His raspy British voice question with a hint annoyance.
" Mr. Styles I don't deserve this F. I'm like one of your best students." I complained, sticking my bottem lip out.
" Zoëlla I wish I can agree to that if you you actually listen, and pay attention in class. But no you kids are always on your phones. So here's your test." He gives me my test back.
I groan in frustration,"Mr. Styles I'll do anything. My parents would kill me if they found out that I failed this class. Don't you have a heart still, I understand you are so dull because of your lonely life." I pointed out. He furrows his eyebrow.
" Excuse me but how does my love life have to do how I feel when I'm grading your grades?"
"Hello? Look at you. You are crying for love." I exclaimed, my blonde hair bounce.
" And you are crying for detention. Look Zoëlla don't you have a party to go to? It is a party." He starts to gather his things.
" Yeah but I rather be here and beg you for a good grade. I'll give you a makeover and girlfriend, so you can be experience as us." I smile and Styles rolled his eyes at me.
" How old do you think I am? Six?"he glare at me and shook it off as I answer his question."IDK 32."
"Wow I'm hurt. I'm actually 23 and very experience. I was a kid once."
"Yeah maybe that kid that force to do the bullies homework." He pause for a second before getting up from his seat.
" Goodbye Ms. Edwards." He gives me the duces sign before leaving. I sigh and dragged my feet behind him. "Mr. Styles I'm telling I won't quit until my grades change."
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Fanfiction"teach me what you know, sir." "where do we start off than?" --------- Zoëlla never actually liked mr. styles, her annoying boring monotone history teacher, not until she needed extra credit. I don't own any characters, and this is an fanfic, mean...
