"Angelina, you're late." Mr Styles said from his desk as I walked into class half an hour late.
"I also don't care." I mumbled though he had heard me but just sighed in response.
I walked to my seat at the back next to Louis.
"Why are you so late?" Louis whispered, cautiously looking at our teacher as he spoke.
"I slept in." I shrugged pulling my notes book out of my bag.
"Didn't your alarm work?"
"No, it was by choice, I chose to sleep in." I chuckled.
"As your best friend, I'm here to tell you to pull your head out of your ass. It's our last year, take it seriously." His tone harsh, a side to him I rarely see.
"Woah, okay." I rolled my eyes. Seems like everyone is turning into an asshole lately.
Even though he's right, he's still an asshole.
I saw Louis shake his head from the corner of my eye.
I looked up at the whiteboard and copied the notes down into my book, something I have never done in this class.
I finish writing the long ass set of notes about Hitler and smile down at my work, somewhat proud of actually taking part in this lesson.
I looked back up at the whiteboard to check if I have missed anything, but something else catches my eye, or should I say 'someone'.
Mr Styles is sitting at his desk with his mouth agape and eyes wide as they stare at me. He looks surprised, surprised that I've actually done work. I look away as I start chuckling to myself and at his reaction.
I hear him chuckle himself from across the room but he quickly tries to cover it with a fake cough, looking down at his laptop with a small smile playing on his lips.
Shortly after the bell rings signaling the next period. Everyone shuffled papers and pushed their chairs against the floor causing a lot of noise. I stayed in my seat trying to quickly finish the interesting biography I was writing on Adolf Hitler.
"Class is over, Angelina." A familiar voice said from the front of the class.
"I know, let me just quickly finish this." I mumbled, quickly flicking the page and continue writing on the new blank piece of paper.
"You're going to be late, just finish that for homework." He tried to persuade me.
"Mr fricken' Styles, I'm finally doing work in your class. What makes you think I will do any homework?"
"Eh, it was worth a shot. Just get to second period. You're going to be late." With that, he grabbed my book from under my pen, causing a big line to go right across the page before closing it.
I groaned "Why do you care if I'm late?"
"I just don't want you to get into trouble." He looked at me and gave me a half smile, causing something in my chest to ignite, but I rid of it before I could even think about what it was.
"Can I... please have my book back?" I asked, noticing how soft my voice had gotten.
He handed me my book, I quickly snatched it, shoved it into my bag and ran to my next class.
- - - -
"Game on tonight, my love?" Ashton asked, draping his arm around my shoulder.
"I can't, I have a crap load of homework to do, sorry." I gave him my best apologetic smile.
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The Teacher // h.sFanfiction
We all have that one teacher who is stubborn, narrow-minded and intolerant. Angelina's new History teacher, Mr. Styles could not be described any other way. Besides his dazzling green orbs and charming smile, he is nothing but someone she cannot s...