"It's good, a few spelling mistakes, but it's good." I said, handing Louis back his English essay.
"Ugh. School ruins my life." Louis whined as he picked up his pen again and wrote.
"Suck it up princess." I smacked the back of his head before jumping off my bed and walking towards my window.
I sat on the ledge and looked out at my neighborhood. My house was one of the bigger houses on the street giving me the advantage of a nice view. All the houses are single stories besides the three houses that are double story. One of them is mine and another is the one and only Mr Styles'.
I looked at his house, only Six houses apart. I turned away but quickly looked back when I saw something move from his drive way.
It was him. My stomach erupted with butterflies. And if that wasn't enough, he was shirtless. SHIRTLESS.
I watched him bend down to tie his shoe laces before getting back up and start stretching. I noticed his long curls were tied back off his face. He looked completely different. He looked like a way a twenty-something year old man should look.
After a few minutes he finally finished stretching and began to jog down the rest of his drive way and making a turn towards my house. I hadn't noticed my mouth was wide open until I went to go lick my dry lips.
He neared closer to my house and I tried not to get too excited, but I couldn't help it. I sat straight up and he began to run past my next door neighbors house, about to run passed mine.
Everything felt like it went into slow motion. He wore black basketball shorts, the label of his boxers peeking out the top of his shorts. His torso littered with different yet interesting tattoos. A giant butterfly tattoo on his abdomen caught my eye. The tattoo seemed to fit my feelings perfectly. Butterflies.
As he ran passed, he stopped running right in front of my property and just looked at my house.
My breathing hitched as he looked up at my window, up at me, where I sat, staring at him. I saw him start to blush as he had been caught and I knew I was the exact same.
He shot me a dimpled smile and a wink before running off again.
I was so fascinated, I have never really admitted it but he is so damn fine.
"You were so checking him out." Louis' voice caught me completely off guard, causing me to fall off the window pane and onto my ass, making Louis erupt with laughter.
"Wha-what? No I wasn't." I quickly stood up and brushed myself off.
"Oh okay, so staring at him and blushing furiously when he winked at you didn't mean anything?" He laughed.
"Shut up Lou. He's my teacher. That's weird." I tried to cover myself up.
"Oh cut the crap Angie. You want his D."
"Oh my god! I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed!" Sophia yelled as she ran into my room, obviously eavesdropping.
Here we go.
"Angie, we know you have a crush on him." Louis said.
"No, no I don't." I said, but I felt guilty, as if I was lying, but I don't like him. Do I?
"You can tell us anything, we won't judge. I'd rather you tell me you're in love with a teacher than lie to me" Louis shrugged.
"okay okay, I don't think I like him. He's just really attractive." I dryly laughed.
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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...