Daddy issues | H.S.

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I was late for school yet again. I quickly braided my hair in pigtails and threw something on. I grabbed my bag and quickly ran out of the house to school. My mom is rarely home and I don't have anyone else to get me up in the morning. I'm pretty much taking care of myself in this cold, lonely world. It's been that way since my dad left us. I make it to class but, as I'm down the hall, the teacher shuts the door. I huff and slow down to a walk. When I reach the door, I softly knocked. The door opens and I'm met with a pair of beautiful green eyes and a musky scent. Confusion spreads across my face. I must have the wrong classroom because last time I checked this was Ms. Elaine's class and I'm pretty sure Ms. Elaine isn't tall with green eyes, let alone a young a man. He clears his throat and looks me up and down.

"Who might you be?" He speaks in a deep voice, a slight accent peeking through. What kind of accent is that? British? I shake my head and get myself together.

"Oh, I'm Adriana. I....think I'm in this class unless Ms. Elaine was moved to another room...." I trail off, slightly embarassed. I feel my cheeks get a little hot and I curse myself silently.

"No, you're in the right class. You're late Miss Adriana. Take your seat please. Don't let it happen again." I nod and scurry off to my seat next to my best friend, Zurella. She eyes me, smirk on her face. I roll my eyes.

"You look like shit." She whispers.

"Thanks, you don't look too hot yourself." She mocks hurt and I giggle. The man eyes us and I quickly shut up, both of us turning our attention to the front of the room.

"Now that there aren't anymore interruptions," he looks in our direction and I refrain from scowling at him, "I am your new Music teacher. My name is Harry styles. You all may either call me Mr. Styles or Mr. H." The class is silent until Zurella's twin brother raises his hand, seemingly annoyed.

"Where the hell is Ms. Elaine?" The whole class mutters in agreement. He quiets the class down before answering.

"First off, watch your language kid. Secondly, she got a higher position and went to work at a different school." The whole class groans and I huff. Another teacher I'm going to have to get used to. I'm so glad I only have 2 years of high school left. Bridgewater high is losing too many good teachers and it's becoming intolerable.

"Quiet down. I'm sure we're going to get along and you're going to learn to love this class. I have a lot of fun things prepared for us this year. Espcially end of the year field trips. As long as you guys behave and do what I ask of you, this may be one of your best classes." He smiles, shining his pearly white teeth at us. What kind of dentist does he go to because I've never seen teeth that white. I scoff and cross my arms,

"Yeah right. Ms. Elaine was the best teacher we could have ever had in this school. Now we have you." He adverts his attention in my direction and raises an eyebrow, sitting on his desk.

"That's coming from someone who can't even seem to get to class on time. When you get to class on time and we actually get class started, tell me if that changes your mind." He winks and everyone turns to look at me.

"Whatever. No one can take Ms. Elaine's place." He ignores my statement this time and starts the lesson. It was some crappy lesson on how to read sheet music, which we should already know how to do. This is an advanced chrous class for christ sake. We're not middle school students. Soon, my moments of hell our over and the bell rings.

"Today wasn't so bad right? We'll get to the fun stuff on Wednesday. Class is dismissed besides Adriana." I look at him, a displeased look crosses my face.

"Why the hell not?!" He gives me a stern look and I huff, sitting in my seat.

"It better be quick." I mumble, watching everyone leave. Zurella gives me a sorry look and mouths 'I'll see you next class'. I nod at her and make my way to Mr. Styles when everyone is gone.

"May I ask why you were late this morning?" He leans against the piano, me hoping it wasn't locked into place so he could fall but luck wasn't on my side.

"My alarm wasn't set." I state blankly. He nods,

"Well, you need to make sure you set your alarm. You're going to miss important things the more you do that. Oh, and can you lesson your outbursts in class? They're quite the disruption." He hands me a pass and I give him an annoyed look.

"You aren't my father. Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?" I push past him and make my way to class. I feel his green eyes burning into the back of my head and I could've sworn he mumbled the words, 'I can be'. I shake the thought and carry on with my day.