Harry was my temporary English teacher. This was like a plot in a bad made for tv movie. I spent most of the weekend wondering why he hadn't called or texted me. Maybe he knew then that I shouldn't have been at that club.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt Peyton tap me on my shoulder.
"What?" I asked her a little too loudly.
She pointed toward the front of the room. Harry, excuse me, Mr. Styles was calling the roll.
"(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)." He read out.
"Present." I mumbled. He looked back down at the paper and finished calling the roll. I started to feel a headache coming on. This was exactly why I hated Monday mornings.
"Uh okay, now that that is done. Can someone fill me in on what was the last thing that your teacher was covering?" Harry asked us.
Some guy spoke up from the back of the class, "She was just about to give us all A's."
Harry chuckled a bit, "I doubt that was going to happen."
"We were just about to start Romeo and Juliet." Peyton said behind me. A few people groaned in the class, I may have been one of them. Peyton was such a teachers pet. I knew that she, like every other girl in the class, thought that Harry was good looking.
I had to tear my eyes away from him a few times.
"Can't we just watch the movie? The Leonardo Di Caprio version of course." one of the girls that sits next to me suggested.
I wouldn't mind seeing that one again.
"I think we should study the book first and then you can watch the movie."
Harry said.
He grabbed a box nearby and started handing out the books. When he reached my desk, I looked down as he placed the book on my desk. I couldn't even meet his gaze. I felt a relief when he moved past me.
Once Harry passed all the books out, he went back to his desk.
"Okay, I would like for you guys to read the first few scenes in act one by yourselves. Write down the parts that you think are important and if you get confused on things, we will discuss them next time. You all can talk amongst yourselves until the bell rings." Harry told us.
Peyton tapped me on my shoulder and I turned to face her.
"How hot is he?" she whispered.
I rolled my eyes, "He is okay."
Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head, "Okay?! He looks like a Greed God. Look at those dimples."
I looked over at Harry again. He was typing on his phone.
"Oh how I would love to be at the other end of that conversation." Peyton said cheekily.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I reached out and grabbed it. I got a text from a number that I didn't recognize.
Unknown: will you please stay after class?
I looked up and Harry was staring at me. It was him. I'm sure he was going to be furious with me. I simply nodded before I put my phone back in my pocket. I turned back to Peyton and we talked about how we had gotten away with sneaking to that club this weekend.
Her parents had no idea that we had even left.
When the bell rang, I took my time putting my things into my backpack. Peyton always met up with Sam after class, so I didn't have to worry about her waiting for me. When everyone was gone, I stood up and walked to Harry's desk.
"Surprised to see you here." I told him.
I saw him smirk a little, "Not as much as I am to see you. I thought you were twenty one?"
"That's the beauty of a fake ID."
"You know that what happened-" he started to say but I held my hand up for him to stop.
"I get it. Saturday night never happened."
Harry nodded before he stood up and walked me over to the door, "Have a nice day, Ms. (Y/L/N)."
"Have a nice day, Mr. Styles." I told him before I left the room. I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. Why did Harry have to be my teacher? Nothing could happen now. I was upset. Why couldn't I be Harry's age?
After school, I met up with Peyton at her locker. She was there with Sam. They were all lovey dovey. I had to hid my jealously. Not that I was jealous of them, I was jealous that I didn't have what they have.
"Hey guys." I told them.
"Hey, how are you?" Peyton asked me.
"Good. Do you have practice today?" I was hoping that she and I could go to the mall to pick out an outfit for this weekend. There was a bonfire that the school had during the football season. It was a big deal and everyone usually showed up.
"Yeah, I do. We are staying a little later than usual to make posters for the bonfire." Peyton explained.
"I have to get going to practice. See you later, babe." Sam told her before he kissed her softly and waved goodbye to me.
Peyton watched him walk away, "I have to get going too. I'll text you later okay?"
I nodded and she went the opposite direction that Sam did. I walked down the hallway and reached into my bag to grab my car keys. I dropped them and when I reached down to grab them, someone else did first.
I looked up and saw Harry.
"Here you go." he told me as he handed them over.
"Thanks." I mumbled. We stood there and it was awkward. Very awkward.
"Do you mind critiquing me on my first day?" Harry asked me as we walked out the main doors. No one was around thankfully. Everyone practically hauls ass out the building as soon as the last bell rings.
"Um, well you handled the jokesters well. Don't let them intimidate you.
Since you are new, they will try and get a rise out of you." I told him.
"Okay, anything else?"
"Texting while teaching is frowned upon."
He smirked a little, "But I was texting you."
"But that was the last time." I muttered.
His smirk faded away as he looked down at his hands, "Yeah."
I pressed the button on my car to open the doors and it beeped.
"Is that your car?" Harry asked me. He looked at it in awe. It was a classic 1968 Mustang Cobra. I inherited it from my late grandfather. He drove it around when he was in college and it has been in the family ever since.
"Yeah, it is. It was my grandfathers'." I answered.
He moved closer to it, "It's beautiful."
I couldn't help but laugh at him.
He looked up at me, "Are you laughing at me?"
I nodded, "I sure am."
Harry backed away from my car and I opened my back door to put my backpack inside.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Styles." I told him.
"You know you can call me Harry." He said. I was a little shocked.
"Are you sure about that?"
He nodded, "I would prefer it actually."
I smiled a little, "Okay then. I'll see you tomorrow, Harry."
"See you tomorrow." He nodded.
I started to get into my car when I heard him call me again. "Yes?" I asked him.
I saw a smile appear on his face, "Make sure you do your reading assignment."
