Kate-

"Please take out your textbooks to page fourty-five." Mr. Lively says while turning around to write on the board. Math isn't my favorite subject, but I will probably need it to pass high school. I copy down the example problems before a crunched up ball lands on my desk. I look around the room, everyone was writing except one person.

Zayn.

I grab the paper ball and open it to reveal his handwriting. I flattened the paper out so it's easier to read.

Made up your mind yet?

I tense up, he's still onto it. I look at him, a small smirk played on his lips as he watches me. I grab my pen and scribble down my answer.

I'm still thinking about it.

I crumble it up again and look around to see the coast is clear before chucking it at him. He catches it with one hand- of course. He's a jock and plays on the schools football team. Surprise, surprise. I catch up on notes before the paper lands on my desk once again. I open it.

Two more days, better figure it out soon or everything will be ruined.

I clench my jaw, he's such a prick. Thinking he could go around and spread rumors that I'm sleeping with Harry, or instead have me sleep with him so he doesn't tell anyone. I don't write anything back, instead I tuck it in my bag to throw it out later. Just as I finally started working on the first problem, the bell rings. I let out a large sigh and grab my books before heading out the door. I needed to drop my textbook off and grab my music one. I felt a hand on my shoulder as I turn to look who it is.

"Hey," she smiles. It's Hannah, she's the captain cheerleader. She is naturally a blonde but dyed her hair brown because she wanted to prove that she's smarter than she really is by being a brunette. Still hasn't proved anything. I give her a small smile.

"Hi." I open up my locker and start putting things away.

"So, I heard Zayn's going to ask you out soon." She smiles while fixing her hair in the mirror attached to my locker.

"Really?" I ask while pulling out a piece of gum. She nods her head.

"Yeah! He's so hot," She giggles while stealing a glance his way. I shut my locker and start walking towards music.

"So you're going to say 'yes', right?" She asks confused while catching up to me. I shrug my shoulders.

"It might just be a rumor, I never believe in those." I tell her. She nods her head, agreeing with me.

"Yeah, like people thought I was sucking mister Styles dick when really why would I? He probably doesn't have one anyways." She laughs at her response.

"Why would someone say that?" I ask irritated from her statement.

"Well, he is a pervert I mean he told a girl to pull her shirt up because her boobs were hanging out." I stop to listen to her. "And that's kind of gross."

"Yeah," I fake laugh. "Who would want to even talk to him?"

"I know right!" She exclaims. Someone calls her name as she quickly dismissed herself.

"Well, I hope the whole Zayn thing is a rumor because I would tap him." She giggles before leaving towards her army of blondes. I shake my head slowly, amused at how gullible she is. No wonder she's not a virgin. I enter the room and walk towards my usual seat, Harry was at his desk computer. He looks up as the door shuts, making eye contact with me. I quickly look away and sit down. The bell rings, indicating the hour has started.

"Alright, class." He clasps his hands together. "Let's get started, turn to page thirty-six. Lets read what it says."

He slowly looks around the room, eyeing everyone before stopping his gaze on me. A small smirk present on his soft pink lips.

"Ah, Kate. Will you read for us?" He smiles.

"Uh, sure." I reply quietly. I open the page and start reading.

"You will be learning how to express your feelings through music, in this lesson you will play, sing, or write about your feelings towards something. Look down below at the examples of ways you can show your feelings towards someone or something." I read off before looking back up at him.

"Alright, now let's look at the examples." He says while looking away from me. He licks his lips before he begins. "Tim has written a poem on how he much he loves his mother."

He looks around the room for a second to see if everything was on track before looking back down at his textbook.

"As you can see, he expresses his emotions as he writes, 'I love you, mum'. In which he's writing what he feels about her," he pauses and looks at me for a second before clearing his throat. "And that is what I want you to do, express yourself and what you feel towards someone. You can write a small paragraph or poem or whatever you think of. Just do the assignment."

He shuts his book and places it on his desk, "get to work."

I pull out a sheet of lined paper and start writing. And I know exactly what to write about. As my mind was making up things, my hand was trying to keep up making my handwriting messier than usual. Just as I was about to flip over the page Harry interrupted.

"Please hand me your papers before you leave class." He says while crossing his arms across his chest. I look at the time to see there's two minutes left of class. I quickly finish scribbling down my sentence before standing up and handing Harry my paper. The bells rings as I grab my things and start to go since over half the class has left quickly.

"Can't wait to see what you wrote." He winks.

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Helllooooo sorry for long wait was busy bc I have piano lessons every week on Thursday (lol are you guessing where I got the idea from?¿) don't worry none of this actually happens to me. I have an old crabby lady teacher ew

I would much prefer Harry Styles

Anyways vote and comment if you want idk ily