Dirty Little Secret

I brought the girls home in my car. We were just planning on relaxing by the swimming until my mom brought me to dinner. Logan wouldn't stop talking about the new teacher.

"Cece, he was like a Greek God walking into the classroom. You could hear everyone's panties drop." Logan gushed, causing both of us to burst into laughter. I hit the steering wheel, laughing so hard my stomach hurt.

"I am so jealous of you two! Let's be honest, Belle would be the one out of all us to get that. She's the oldest AND she's the hottest." Cece confessed. I gasped, looking back at her. "Cece!" I exclaimed. Logan just sat in the passenger, tears dropping down her face from laughing so hard.

I pulled into the driveway and looked at her in the backseat. "I would never, EVER, go after a teacher!" But that was a lie. Given the opportunity, I would kiss the teacher. Let's be honest. You would too. I pulled into the driveway to my house, seeing that my mother's car wasn't there yet. All of us spilled out of the car, walking into the front entrance. The house was empty and quite, being as we were the only ones in the house. They threw their bags on the lounge chair in the forier.

I grabbed three glasses and filled them with ice, preparing to pour some lemonade in. It was rather humid outside. The girls changed into their suits before running out to the pool. I was last to, but that didn't stop me from jumping right in with them.

After a while of splashing each other and having diving contests, we sat out in the sun chairs and talked.

"Do you think he has a girlfriend?" Cece asked out of the blue. Logan and I both looked over to her over our sunglasses. "Who are you talking about?" Logan questioned.

"Mr. Styles." Cece replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I just rolled my eyes as Logan answered her. "We don't know, Cece, it's only been a day of class. Besides, if he did it isn't any of our business." Logan answered her.

Cece shrugged and played with the strings to her bottoms. "It still bothers me that you two have him and I don't. I have to stare at a lumpy old man for an hour and a half and he puts me to sleep. I'm sure you guys are wide awake."

I just rolled my eyes again. She was always this melodramatic. "Cece, no one is going to go after him. He's the teacher! That's not exactly legal! We can look at him, but that's all that's going to happen." I said, suddenly becoming annoyed from all of her complaining.

She didn't answer me, only shrugging her shoulders and closing her eyes again. After that little outburst we made small talk, soaking up all the rays of the sun. A few hours later, my mother stepped out onto the patio.

"Hello, girls!" She said happily. "Hi mom" We said simultaneously. My mom was their second mother. "How was school?" She asked, taking a seat at the end of my chair.

"It was average." I answered honestly. She smiled and patted my leg. "I'm glad to hear that. Any new people? Do you like your classes?"

Cece butted in before I was able to answer. "The classes are great, but Logan and Belle have a really attractive new teacher." She gushed like a little child. I mentally facepalmed. That's embrassing.

"Well at least it gives me comfort knowing you'll get good grades." My mother joked, causing us all to giggle. She gave my forehead a peck before walking back towards the house. "We'll be leaving for dinner in about an hour. If you girls want to come, you're more than welcomed!"


**

Unfortunately, both Logan and Cece couldn't come to dinner. So it was just going to be Troy, Mom and I. That was perfectly fine.

I quickly took a shower to get he chlorine smell off of me, and got dressed. When I cam downstairs, Troy was sitting on the counter tapping away at his phone. "You're sitting your dirty ass on the counter, Troy." I said walking by him. He wiggled his butt more, causing me to laugh.

Mom came down in casual attire with her purse slung on her shoulder. We all filed out the car, making our way down to our favorite dockside restaurant. We made small talk in the car, asking mom how her day was and if she had anything new pop up. Troy talked about how he was going to try out for the school's football team. Mom told him that he should play hockey again, and she got a 'well duh' as a response, causing me to giggle.

We arrived and were seated when my mom gave the hostess our reservation name. The view out looked the sun setting just on the horizon of the lake, a comfortable breeze falling on us.

"Would you guys like to go on a long weekend soon? Maybe take the canoes up to the camping site and hang out? Maybe I can call Aunt Marie and have her join us." My mom asked. We both nodded, happy that we would get to go on another family vacation. I always enjoyed myself on family vacations.

We ordered our food and I excused myself to use the restroom before it came. I pushed my phone into my back pocket and walked to the back of the restaurant where the bathrooms were located.

There was line leading into the women's bathroom, so I stood at the back and scrolled through my phone. Just a few seconds later, a man pardoned me. I looked up to see that it was none other than Mr. Styles.

"Oh, Belle, right?" He asked. I nodded, seeing that it was always awkward to bump into teachers when you're in public. He was dressed so casual and it was weird.

"Yeah, hi Mr. Styles." I replied causing him to smirk. He shoved his hands in his pocket and looked down at me. "How are you on this fine evening?" He said sounding posh. I smiled at the silliness. "I'm just out with my family, we always go out on the first day of school." I said. He smiled and nodded, taking his bottom lip in-between his perfectly straight teeth.

"Well that's always good. It's nice to bond with family over food. I'm actually here with my parents, as ridiculous as it sounds." Mr. Styles said, pointing over to a table where a man and woman sat. It was silly but it was still cool.

"It's always nice to hang with your parents." I said, moving up in line. He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. "So, I was meaning to talk to you today, but I noticed that you have maintained a perfect A in your three years at High School. I was wondering if you would like to take up an offer of afterschool tutor?" He asked.

What!? That's crazy! "I would love to!" I said, containing my excitement. He smiled and patted my shoulder. "Stop by my room tomorrow and I'll give you a schedule. I think it's your turn so I'll let you go." He said while motioning to the door. I blushed and nodded my head. "Sounds good, Mr. Styles. I'll talk to you later." I said, giving a small wave and stepping into the bathroom.

Mr. Styles was really easy to talk to, and he didn't make me feel awkward. Yeah, his did look attractive in his casual attire but I kept myself calm and collective, letting him know it wasn't going to be a routine thing to fangirl over him.

I did my business and walked back to the table with a large smile. My brother gave me a strange look saying, "Did you find a diamond or something?". I just rolled my eyes and say back down in my chair turning my attention to my mother.

"I just ran into my French teacher, and he told me that he wanted me as a tutor this year!" I said with much excitement. My moms mouth dropped into an 'o' as she clapped her hands. "That's awesome honey! And it's only the first day!"

I couldn't contain my smile. I was so happy that my hard work had paid off for this, and maybe because this means I would be spending extra time with Mr. Styles.


**


"You lucky bitch!" Cece exclaimed over the Skype call. I just told her about my tutoring opportunity, earning a middle finger. I chuckled at her jealousness, she wasn't going to ever let me live this down. "When do you start?" She asked, picking at her nails. I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm supposed to meet after school with him tomorrow to look at scheduling so probably soon."


I looked up to see her giving me a smirk. I cocked an eyebrow. "What are you thinking about..?" I asked, scarred. She laughed manically and leaned her head back. "You totally have to get the juicy gossip tomorrow! Get to know him!" She said excitedly. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Cece, for the last fricken time, Mr. Styles isn't another boy at school. He's a teacher, TEACHER. That makes him off limits! Who knows how much trouble him and I would get in! He'd go to jail and I would be suspended, and I don't think that my mother would like that." I scolded.


Cece huffed and shook her head. "You're only young and dumb once, Bellebear. If you're not going to ask about his personal life then flirt with him. In the words of the almighty Drake, "You only live once, that's the moto, YOLO". I was done with this chick.
"I'll think about it Cece. I have to go though, I'll see you at school tomorrow. Love ya, bae." I said exasperated.


"Bitch above everything" was the last thing she said before she hung up. I shut my mac down and walked it over to my desk. I don't get why Cece wants me to flirt with Mr. Styles so much. If there was any chemistry between us, it wouldn't even happen. As I said before, it was completely illegal and we would both be in so much trouble. If she wanted to know this stuff so damn bad then she should risk her career, not mine.


I brushed my teeth quick, removing my makeup and washing my face before walking back into the dark bedroom. I crawled into the warmth of my bed and snuggled up in the fluffy comforter, getting lost in it's comfiness. I started to loose consciousness as I thought about my plan tomorrow.


Mr. Styles wasn't a bad guy, and I'm sure he's a qualifying factor for a boyfriend, but I can't see anything happening between the two of us. It's impossible.



**
I woke up at the same time the next morning. Mom came in, nudging me to wake up. I reluctantly got up and walked around my room putting together a outfit for school. It was the second day of school, which means another day of rules and guidelines. It's also the day I talk to Mr. Styles about tutoring other kids in French.


I pulled the clothes on and met Troy downstairs. He had his sophisticated high school attire on today, khakis and a nice polo. I looked at him strangely. It's not unusual to see him like this, he really only dressed up for special occasions. "Are you getting an award or something?" I asked him. He shook his head no, biting into an apple. I studied him for a second, there was something he was hiding.


"Is it a girl?" I asked. I could see the pink tint rise in his cheeks as he frantically shakes his head no. I gasp and smack his arm. "It is!" I shouted.


"It's just a stupid girl, Belle. Nothing to flip out over." He said, clearly annoyed with me. "I'm not going to say anything Troy, it's just cute that you have a little crush. What's the lucky girl's name?" I asked, munching on my bowl of cereal. "I'm not telling you anything until anything happens. I'm not risking it." I squinted my eyes towards him, not commenting on him. He always does this when he likes a girl.


"Well, pack it up then, we're leaving in five." I put my bowl into the sink and grabbed my backpack from the counter. Troy and I shouted a goodbye up the stairs to my mom before walking out to my car. It was a nice morning, much like the summer ones I miss the most.
The car ride was silent, mostly due to Troy tapping away on his phone. I have to find out this girls name. I have to make it a side job though.


I did my typical routine for the day; meet Logan and Cece at my locker, walk each other to our classes, and talk to anyone that I know in the class. That's how it really was the whole day. Except it dragged on longer than normal, and I know exactly why. I was starting to get more and more nervous thinking about being alone with Mr. Styles after school. I'm not ashamed to say that I find the man attractive, but who knows how things will go down. I know that's not my intention though.


As fourth period came to an end, I destroyed the cap of my pencil. A horrible habit, I chew the cap of my pen. It was almost in half by the time the dismissal bell rang. I gather my stuff together and walked to my locker where Logan and Cece were already waiting. As soon as Cece's sights landed on me, her tooth grin made an appearance.


I squeezed my eyes together in frustration. "Cece, please don't say anything. I'm already nervous as hell because of all the stuff you've put in my head. I don't need anymore." I heard her hand slap Logan's in a high-five, I just shook my head. "Don't worry, Belle. It's going to be fine, you're going to be a great tutor." Logan encouraged, giving me a hug. I smiled and hugged her back, then getting one from Cece.


"Thanks guys, I'll text you after to see how it goes." I assured them. They nodded and waved as the walked the opposite way down the hallway. I shrugged my backpack onto my shaky shoulders and walked towards the language hallway. Here goes nothing.



**



Mr. Styleswas sitting at his desk going through a pile of papers when I knocked on his door. His attention switched to me as a smile grew on his face. "Ah, Belle! Pleasure to see you!" He greeted, standing up from his desk. I took this as a 'come in' and walked to him with a smile. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Styles. How are you?" I asked politely, taking a seat in the chair opposite of him.

"I'm splendid now. Good second day?" Mr. Styles replied sweetly. I just nodded, completely captivated with his look. How could he be so calm? My heart was beating about one hundred times its normal speed.

"So this tutoring will happen every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from three thirty to five. You'll gel volunteer hours and it puts in a good word to your future French teachers. Does that sound like a good idea?" He asked. I focused in on his piercing eyes. He didn't break contact once. "Yeah, that sounds good." He smiled, sliding a permission slip paper towards me. "Just have your parents sign this and bring it in as soon as possible." He continued. I nodded and slipped the paper into my bag.

"Now if you don't mind, I'd like you to say a few things in French so I can see just how talented you are." He said with a wink. Right then and there, I'm pretty sure my heart skipped a beat, as cheesy as it is. "Oh t-that's fine. I don't have anywhere to go." I smiled. He nodded and pulled out his phone. He opened up the recording app and set it between us. He clicked the red dot and began to speak.

"Go ahead and kind of explain yourself in French." He commanded.

I took a deep breath and looked anywhere but his face. "Bonjour, mon nom est belle. Je suis un senior et je tiens à être un professeur d'histoire. J'ai un frère, nommé Troy qui aime jouer au football et au hockey. Mon animal préféré est un dauphin et ma couleur préférée est de couleur rose. J'aime aussi de parler français." I finished.

He smiled and took his lip in between his teeth. "That was perfection. I can tell you're an A student. Great job." I smiled at myself in triumph. He closed the app and brought up his contact list. He clicked on the plus sign in the corner and slid the phone to me. "Go ahead and give me your number so I can contact you if needed."

I was shaking bad now. He would have access to my number, being able to contact me for anything. I tapped my numbers into the phone and quickly gave it back to him. He gave me a warm smile and placed it next to him.

"So since I know a little bit about you now, I figured you would like to know a little about me?" He asked.

This is when I started to breath funny. For some reason, my body was completely freaking out over the fact that he was spending way more time with me than necessary. But then again, Cece probably freaked me out and put me on edge with everything that she said. He's just building a good student/teacher relationship.

"That would be lovely." I said breathlessly. He smiled and got more comfortable in his chair. His index finger found a place on his bottom lip and his long legs crossed. I relaxed a little bit, resting my head on the heal of my head. "Well, to start off, I am twenty-five years old. I'm from a small town in the lower east side of London and I grew up with my mom, stepdad, and sister Gemma. I also like cats and my favorite color is black."

I got lost in his words, it was so easy for him to get a person under his spell. One little sentence and he could have the world on its knees. That accent, enchanting. He tapped his lip with his long finger and starred at me, trying to think of what else to say.

"I'm single, living in a nice bachelor pad in the city, with a cat named Jimbo. He's my best friend." I giggled at the cat part, I didn't picture him as a man of no friends. "How long have you been here?" I finally asked. He shrugged a shoulder before answering me. "I'd like to say a month or two, not long enough to get real friends. I'd say you're the closest thing to it right now."

I felt my cheeks heat up, it was special to me knowing that I was his friend. "It's an honor, Mr. Styles." He gave me a breathtaking smile and put the stack of papers on his desk into a manila folder. "Well, I won't keep you any longer. I have to get going anyway. Do you have a ride?" He asked.

"Yeah, I drove here," I answered. The smile grew on his face as we stood up. "Let me walk you to your car then."

We walked out to my car, making more small talk. I found out his past time hobbies; singing and playing the piano, watching black and white movies, and nerdy enough he likes to go to comicons.

"Thanks for letting me have this opportunity, Mr. Styles. It means the world to me." I said finally, pulling my keys out of my backpack. He smiled, "Don't mention it."

I stood there awkwardly playing with my keys. When I looked up, he was avidly starring at me. I believe the way he looked at me classified as a "check out". A blush instantly crept to my face.

"That's cute," he said softly. "What?" I said, shocked by what he just said. His expression changed from happy to completely embarrassed in a couple of seconds. "Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow Belle." He said before giving me a smile and walking back off to his car,

I stood there pondering over what Mr. Styles just said.


**


"Yes!" Cece exclaimed over Skype again. I chuckled and watched her dance in her seat. "Calm down, Cece. He just bought a bachelor pad, I don't think he's planning on getting hitched anytime soon."

She just shrugged her shoulders and picked at her nails. "There's always room for opportunity. So he walked you to your car? Did he say anything?" She interrogated. I didn't really want to tell her that he had called me cute, that would just send her right over the edge. I decided on just saying, "I just thanked him and said goodbye."

She nodded as if she didn't believe me but left it alone. "Well, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow Belle. Later, bitch."

"Bye, hoe." I replied and shut the screen down. Just as I did, my phone vibrator signaling that I had received a text. I walked over to it's place on the charger and read the screen.

" Hello Belle. Just checking in to see if you would like to meet to discuss some tutoring ideas. If so, meet me at my room at 3:30 and we can get coffee "

I smiled to myself, a study session with Mr. Styles. I don't think I could reply fast enough. I agreed to his offer and set the phone back down. I skipped back to my bed and crawled into it's warm embrace. I can guarantee that I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Notes

8-7-18:

I am redoing this book for the last time and am going through each chapter to make changes and edits :) Thanks!


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