Claire's POV:

"See you next weekend Clairebear! I love you." My father smiles at me from the top of the staircase. Spending the weekends at his house seems completely and utterly pointless since I usually sleep out or maybe because we hardly talk. Nevertheless, it's part of the custody agreement that my parents drew up for my brothers and I... Not that it makes much of a difference because Mark is 25 and Alex is 23.

"Bye dad, love you too." I sigh, heading out the door and to my car. I find it annoying that since my parents split up, I always look forward to school. My dad is constantly dating new women which disgusts me and my mom is so depressed she can't even formulate a proper sentence without getting upset or angry.

That's why I love school. I love that I can make people smile and laugh just by cracking a joke or saying something sarcastic. The more that I can pretend everything is fine, the more I believe it. I'm not super sad or crazy or anything, just a bit of an insomniac who would like for her home life to be less complicated. Actually, maybe I am a little crazy for hooking up with my art teacher, but no one knows that so I guess it's ok.

Pulling into school I feel in my zone, confident even. Things are complicated, but that's life, right?

"Claire!!!" An annoying voice calls from behind me. I know that voice... Anna. Anna fucking Royal. Ever since I met that girl I couldn't stand her, and that's saying a lot because I like everyone for the most part.

"Hey Anna, how are you?" I smile as fake as I can when she pops up beside me.

"I'm awesome, how was your summer? I missed you!" She gives me a side hug and I literally can't help myself from making a face... Bitch we are not friends and you are fake as hell.

"It was good, too short if you asked me." I chuckle, grabbing books from my locker and stuffing them in my bag. I feel eyes on me, probably Craig and Cassidy from down the hall making fun of me for even talking to Anna.

"Yeah... Well I just wanted to say I'm super excited to be in the math club together! I'm sure Mr. Styles will be thrilled that you're joining." She smiles, and leans in towards me as if she's going to tell me a secret. "And just between you and me," she adds, "he is so hot! I mean seriously!" She giggles, and my eyes grow wide.



"Yeah, like the hottest!" I play along, making her squeal with excitement. I look around the hallway for an exit and I see Zayn and Mr. Styles down the hallway... perfect.

"Well I've gotta get going, see you around?" I smile and before she can start up another conversation or protest, I make my way towards the two of them. When I arrive, Zayn is smiling brightly at me and Mr. Styles is looking down at his coffee cup.

"Good morning, Claire. Did you have a nice weekend?" Zayn asks and Mr. Styles immediately looks up at the mention of my name.

"You could say that." I blush, checking over my shoulder to make sure that Anna wasn't following me.

"I hope you join art club, I have a lot of great activities for you to work on, you know?" He winks and I almost choke on my spit. Smooth Zayn, smooth.

"She's already in the math club, sorry mate." Mr. Styles smirks, and just like Friday Zayn's hand is on my shoulder and this time it's more of a friendly gesture rather than an I want to fuck you in this art class type move.

"She can be in as many clubs as she wants, Harry." Zayn smirks and a smile crawls onto my face. So his names Harry? Harry Styles, that's kinda cute.

"Yeah Harry." I mimic Zayn's use of his first name and his shoulders tense up, making me proud of my snarky comment. That's what he gets for putting Anna Royal in the same math club as me!

"It's Mr. Styles, and I'll see you after school for extra help." He smirks, shoving past Zayn and I. I look up at Zayn who has a mischievous smile on his mouth. Fuck he's so dreamy.

"See you later, Mr. Malik." I tease, turning on my heels and walking down the hall to my first class which is English, then Anatomy and then art, lunch and history... Then extra help with Mr. Styles... or Harry if you're into that.

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"That's really good, actually." Zayn compliments me as I draw the tea cup in front of me. I look up at him and shake my head.

"It's a just tea cup." I chuckle and he rolls his eyes.



"Just take the compliment." He smirks, continuing to walk and help other people. As the class grows closer to it's finish I become anxious. I don't even know why, I'm very comfortable with Zayn for the most part... I just feel nervous.

As I'm walking to put the tea cups back into the cabinet, I trip over my own two feet and drop them all over the floor.

"Claire the klutz." Luke chirps, and I give him the finger while looking down at my feet. I can't help but feel guilty, there is literally glass everywhere.

"Congratulations Claire, you've broken the first tea cup of the year. Round of applause for Claire Saint John please!" Zayn's voice echoes from the other side of the room and the class erupts with claps and laughter, making my face turn beat red.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble, reaching down to gather the broken glass. As I gather the pieces together, the bell rings and everyone quickly piles out, leaving Zayn and I alone again.

"Did you do that on purpose?" He asks as he closes the classroom door and I gasp in shock.

"What?! I would never do that on--"

"I'm teasing you, lighten up." He gives me a warm smile, coming over to me with a hand held broom and a dustpan. "But since you broke it, you can clean it." He laughs, handing the cleaning supplies to me.

"Asshole." I smirk, squatting down and brushing the broken glass into the pan.

"So what did you do this weekend?" He asks, pulling up a chair and sitting down behind me.

"I hung around with my friend Cassidy Friday night and went to a party with Craig Saturday--"

"Is Craig your boyfriend?" He asks, and I turn my head to look at him. There is a shade of seriousness casting over his usually bright and playful demeanor.

"Why, are you jealous?" I smirk, standing up and brushing the broken glass into the trashcan. When I turn back around to face him, he's already inches away from my face.

"Why would I be jealous? He can't make you feel like I do." He whispers, brushing a piece of blonde hair out of my face.

"Oh really?" I charmingly ask, taking another step forward so my breasts are grazing against his chest. "And how do you think you make me feel?" I tease, and he dips down closer to whisper in my ear.

"Hot... Dangerous... All the things you won't feel with anyone else your age." He coos, and my body is instantly covered with chills.



"Remind me?" I ask, cocking my head sideways and within seconds I'm pinned against the wall, helpless against his forceful and incredible kiss. As our tongues intertwine, he motions for me to jump which I gladly oblige to. His strong body carries me effortlessly to the art closet and I soon know something dirty is about to happen.

"Let me make you feel really good?" He asks, sliding me further onto the counter next to the sink. I nod my head, giving him the ok to whatever the hell he wants to do. A moment later, he parts my legs, lifting up sundress enough to reveal my barely there thong.

"You're so fucking hot with that thong, Claire. You don't know what it's doing to me." He groans through our kiss. His hand pushes the front of my panties to the side and he slides a finger past my folds and inside of my core, making me moan in pleasure.

"Fuck." I murmur as his lips travel down to my neck and he inserts another finger inside of me. He slides them in and out slowly, picking up speed as my breathing hitches and releases. I buck my hips forward, closer to his hand if that's even possible.

"Do you like that? I know you're a dirty girl, Claire." He whispers, sliding his cold fingers in and out of me faster. I bite onto his shoulder, muffling the screams that are trying so hard to escape my lips. I never imagined doing this with Zayn, I mean maybe I did but--

"I'm... I'm going to..." I moan as his fingers curl on the inside of me.

"Let go." He commands, and I release myself at his order. I can feel him smiling through our kiss and I try to catch my breath when he pulls out, leaving me as a mess.

"That was--"

"Zayn? Are you in here?" Mr. Styles' voice echoes past the door. Both of our eyes widen and he helps me off the counter quietly.

"Stay in here." He whispers and I nod, leaning against the counter trying to catch my breath. He slips out of the closet and I lean against the door to listen but I can barely here them... Harry is asking about something to do with a bear? Scare? Wait a fucking minute... did he just say Claire?

I try my hardest to hear what's going on outside the door, but I'm to no avail, I can't hear a damn thing. I take a step forward, leaning on a tray of paint without realizing and a second later it falls to the floor.

"Fuck!" I shout as it splatters across my dress. I quickly cover my mouth but I realize it's too late, they heard. I take a step out of the closet and my face turns beat red at the disapproving look at Mr. Styles' face.

"Um when I was waiting for my project to dry I spilt a little paint..." I whisper, and Zayn nods his head.

"It happens... You can get cleaned up in the closet, I'll be back there in a minute to help you." He replies cooly, but Mr. Styles shakes his head.

"I think it's better if you do that in the girls room, Claire." He sighs and I nod, quickly picking up my things and scurrying out the door. I pray to god it wasn't that obvious but I think I just caught with my pants down... literally.



Harry's POV:

"She's a student, Zayn. Claire doesn't need to be messing around with a teacher and I can tell she has a thing for you." I try to explain without coming off as a jealous prick.

"You sound jealous? Are you?" Zayn teases me and I roll my eyes.

"Jealous? Of you and Claire Saint John? Not even the slightest. I'm just warning you mate that if you get caught, you could go to jail. She's only seventeen." I try to explain, but he doesn't even react.

"She'll be eighteen soon, apparently her birthday is in October which is practically in two weeks." He protests and before I can respond, I hear a clatter from the back room.

"Fuck!" Claire's voice squeaks from the closet, making my heart drop into my stomach. He already got to her and it's the third fucking day of classes? She slowly creeps out of the small room and her appearance just screams 'I'm up to no good.' She tells us how she spilt a little paint and Zayn tells her to clean off in the back but I wasn't having it.

"I think it's better if you do that in the girls room, Claire." I sigh and she immediately gathers her things and leaves the room. I shoot Zayn a glare, but he just as a stupid smirk on his face.

"She's a sexy thing, isn't she?" He chuckles and I cringe.

"She's underage and you better be careful you don't get in trouble." I growl and he rolls his eyes.

"Who's gonna bust us, you? I don't think so mate." He laughs, and I know he's right. I would never intentionally get him sent to jail or try and get Claire in trouble.

"Just think before you act." I growl, storming out of the room. I don't have time for Zayn's shit... even if I'm jealous. What am I saying? I'm not jealous... Am I? Sure she's beautiful and funny as ever but she's a student.

And I could never get involved with a student, could I?

Notes

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about Clayn vs. Clarry... The story is only in it's 5th chapter so there is so much room for stuff to happen! Maybe we'll get a Clouis or Cliall or even a Cliam? There really is no way of putting Claire with their names nicely hahahahaha

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