Claire's POV

Walking into school today I feel like a complete zombie. I don't remember leaving the club but I do know that I had a beautiful, beautiful dream that Zayn kissed me on the lips last night. Cassidy and I sit in front of our lockers before homeroom drinking coffee and sitting quietly.

"How did we even get home last night?" Cassidy breaks the silence, making me laugh hysterically.

"I don't know, Craig probably," I assume, "but I have the worst hangover ever so today should be fun." I remark, putting the coffee to my lips and letting the warm, rich taste engulf me. Shortly after our conversation the first period bell rings and I'm off to art class.

When I walk inside Craig and Luke are already there, sitting at our table and smirking at me.

"Well don't you look lovely today!" Craig nudges me and I give him the finger, setting my bag down next to my chair. I am well aware I look like shit, so I don't need the reminder.

"You're awfully cheeky this morning, what's the matter? Couldn't find a girl to bring home last night?" I smirk as Zayn enters the room and starts talking to the class.

"What do you mean? Mr. Tomlinson took me home, remember?" He chuckles and I look at Luke who looks just as serious.

"Damn, she really was wasted." Luke laughs and I shake my head, trying to remember the events of last night.

"You went home with Mr. Malik--Zayn, remember? Cassidy got a ride from Mr. Payne and Luke from Mr. Horan... we might be getting in big trouble today." He explains and I put my hands over my face.

"I can't believe that happened." I mumble, and the two of them start laughing, only fueling my anger. "It's not funny!" I bang my hands down on the table in frustration.

"Miss. Saint John, what could be so important that you're interrupting my class?" Zayn asks from the front of the room. The majority of the class snickers at his remark and I sink into my chair.

"Nothing." I mumble, and he shakes his head, writing my name on the board.

"Please see me after class." He retorts and begins teaching again. Fucking fabulous.



Art seemed to zip by and my first drawing was average. To be honest, my head is pounding and I'm extremely nervous to speak to Zayn after class. I slowly gather my things together and head towards the door hoping he forgot, but of course he stops me.

"Claire, please close the door and make your way over here." He announces from the art supply closet. I feel heat prickling on the back of my neck as I slowly close the door and make my way towards the back of the room. His denim jacket sleeves are pushed up just high enough revealing a few tattoos, making my heart skip an entire set of beats.

"I'm really sorry for disturbing your class and for uh... last night apparently." I blurt out nervously. His serious face shifts quickly to a smile and I feel instant relief.

"That's alright, I really just wanted to see how you're feeling." He smile kindly, taking a step forward and putting a hand on my shoulder. His sudden physical contact makes me nervous all over again and all I can think right now is shit he's so hot and fuck I'm gonna be so late to math.

"I'm ok, uh pretty hungover." I giggle nervously, avoiding eye contact. As he takes a step forward I take a baby step back and look at the clock.

"Something wrong?" He smiles and I blink my eyes rapidly try to see straight because right now I'm a blurry mess with him standing so close to me.

"I should really get going, Mr. Styles will probably give me a detention," I stammer and then a thought pops into my mind, "By the way, are the four of us going to get into a shitload of trouble because of last night?" I ask and immediately put my hands to my lips. "I mean a lot of trouble, not a shitload." I laugh.

"Why, what happened last night?" He smirks and I catch his drift. Hopefully all the other teachers will 'forget' it all happened too.

"Thank you so much." I release a major sigh of relief, letting myself relax completely. I turn on my heels to exit the enclosed closet space but Zayn quickly pulls me close to his chest and I feel like I'm living a fantasy.

"Let me remind you of one of the most important events that took place last night, yeah?" He bites his bottom lip and pulls me against his chest. I let out a small gasp when his hand grazes my bum and his lips attach to mine. My tongue slides inside his mouth as his does mine and I turn into complete jello in his arms.

His hands are strong as he feels me up and down and through the kiss I realize that my 'dream' of him and I kissing was in fact a reality. His tongue slides down to my neck and he sucks hard and bites gently, forcing the smallest moans out of my not so innocent mouth.

This is wrong, so wrong, but I can't seem to stop myself. The way our lips moved in synch with one another's and the way he was holding me felt unreal and I never wanted it to end.

"Zayn." I whisper, pulling myself gently out of his grip. When I look at his swollen lips a small smile plays at the corners of my mouth. I look at him for a moment and both of our faces light up... He has quite an effect on me.




"No one needs to know, love." He smirks, stepping past me and exiting the closet. I stand there frozen for a minute but quickly follow behind him. Holy shit.

"I look forward to seeing you Monday, Miss. Saint John." He adds and I giggle nervously, slipping out of the classroom and floating down the hall. Zayn, my teacher is a fucking dream. What the hell is he doing trying to hook up with a student like me?

I make my way down the hall and look at my phone... Fifteen minutes late for math, perfect. As if Mr. Styles doesn't give me a hard enough time already, now he has this to hold against me. Ha, get it? Like Zayn just held me against him? Ok, my mind is in a different place at the moment.

As I enter the classroom, all eyes are on me and while Mr. Styles' back is turned I sneak into my seat in the front row, making the rest of the class chuckle to themselves.

"You're late, Claire. Do you have a pass?" He asks without turning around. I look at Craig who is pointing at my neck and I quickly cover it with my hair. Holy fuck, how did he leave a hickey so quickly?

"Za--Mr. Malik didn't give me one." I shyly admit and he just shakes his head, finally turning to look at me. His curly hair is less controlled than it was yesterday and he looks a bit tired... Late night Mr. Styles?

"Excuse me?" He asks and the rest of the class erupts in a fit of laughter. Holy shit, I didn't just say that out loud. Oh my gosh, am I fucking moron? Yes.

"I said uh... I said date night Mr. Styles? You look very well dressed today!" I smile, trying to save myself from that ridiculous outburst.

"It's time for your quiz." He sternly remarks, passing out a thick packet that is titled 'Summer Review Quiz.' Good thing I didn't even touch the summer review packet, let alone study for a fucking quiz on the second day of school. When he gets to my row he mouthes 'see me after class' and I nod my head agreeing.

During the stupid test that stupid Mr. Styles decided to give us my mind is in another place. Zayn is a sex god. Like literally, girls will want to have his babies. Then again, all the new teachers are dreamy as hell. Mr. Styles isn't really my type, goodie two shoes with no sense of humor but Mr. Horan, Mr. Tomlinson and Mr. Payne are godly.

"Claire?" Mr. Styles voice breaks me from my zoning out and I look around the room. Everyone is gone besides me and I barely finished the test.

"Oh sorry." I murmur, flipping my hair back and handing him my test. He looks up at me and his eyes travel to my neck, then to my lips.

"Nice hickey?" He asks and I literally drop my books to the ground.

"What? No!" I squeak, my voice super high. He chuckles at my reaction and it's a type of smirk on him I haven't seen before... quite promiscuous if you asked me.

"Whatever, Claire. You left your wallet at the club last night." He emphasizes the word club and I laugh lightly, taking it and opening it up. When I look inside, my fake ID is missing.

"Um, where is my ID?" I ask, rummaging through it but to I can't find it anywhere.

"You mean the fake one?" He smirks down at the paper he's grading and I roll my eyes.

"Yes the fake one, where is it?" I ask, clearly annoyed. I watch as he scribbles x's all over the paper and a big 'F' is plastered on the top. Seconds later, that paper is in my hands and I find out I failed the first quiz of the quarter.

"I failed?" I groan and he laughs in my face. "I'm glad it's funny to you." I growl.

"How about we make a deal... You want your fake ID back and I want all of my students to do well in this class. If you come to extra help three times a week and join my math club then maybe I'll give it back and even save you from getting in trouble for being at a 21 and over club last night." He asks, and I slide into the chair across from him.



"I would never join the math club... that's a sick joke." I roll my eyes and he shakes his head.

"I didn't want to have to do this but..." He smirks, heading towards the classroom phone and dialing the office number. "Hi, I'd like to share something important--"

"Fine! I'll join your stupid club and come to extra help, just hang up the damn phone!" I sigh, and he hangs up immediately.

"Excellent, I'll email you the extra help schedule and club meeting dates." He smiles, packing up his bag with all his teacher shit and heading towards the door.

"Can't wait." I sarcastically remark, following him out the door. He hands me a late pass for my next class and turns out the lights.

"Oh, and Claire?" He asks as I walk down the hallway. I turn around to face him and he's smiling like a jackass.

"What?" I groan, trying hard not to be rude.

"Have a lovely weekend!" He cackles, heading in the opposite direction.

There's something I really don't like about that guy... but then again, that something I don't like is what I do like. I don't really know, it's complicated. He's annoying and charming all at once and for some reason, I'm heading to my next class with a stupid grin on my face.

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