Dirty Little Secret

My hand hit the snooze button on the alarm clock, yelling at me to wake up instead of my mom this time. I stretched out in my bed, waking up every muscle in my body. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and let my heavy arms flop next to me. It seemed like since my last year of high school started, every morning was harder to wake up than the last.

However, I smiled realizing that today was Friday, meaning I get to spend after school with Mr. Styles. I jumped out of bed, excitedly going through my closet and picking out the right outfit for today. I pulled on a pair of jeans with holes in the knees and grabbed a pink beaded tank top from my closet. My painted toenails made an appearance in my sandals and small strands of hair fell from my messy bun. I painted my face and headed downstairs for breakfast.

I grabbed my usual breakfast and packed up my backpack while my mom drank her coffee and read at the kitchen island. "Do you have any plans this weekend?" My mom asked, flipping the obituary page.

"Not right now. I might just have the girls over for a pool day or a sleepover but it all depends on what Mr. Styles has planned for this tutoring job." I made a big crunch noise as I bit into my apple.

"I thought maybe we could look and see what we can find on the internet about apartments over in France. And maybe start looking at furniture too. Before you know it, this year will be over and you'll be eating a croissant every morning instead of an apple." She said with a smile.

I chuckled and threw the core into the garbage and skipped to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek and making my way out the front door. "Sounds like a plan to me!"

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It was such a peaceful and beautiful trip to school. The mountains are always so fun to drive through this time of year. All the trees are full and green and give the mountain such a dynamic look. My fingers tapped against the leather to the music and I hummed along.

I parked in my usual area and made my way to my locker where Cece and Logan were waiting for me. I gave them a small way and noticed that Cece wasn't wearing a smile like usual. I furrowed my eyebrows as I walked closer.

"What's got you down in the dumps Cece?" I asked as I twisted my combination into the lock.

"Nothing, I'm just still jealous that you guys got that hot teacher, I would kill to be in that class with you two instead of looking at a lumpy old man all period. Do you think they would allow me to transfer?!" She chirped with a bit of hope in her eyes.

"You've never taken a year of French, and we're in French five. It is literally impossible for you to get in." Logan broke the news. Cece frowned and played with a piece of paper hanging out from her binder. "It must be a sign then, I won't ever find someone." She said gloomily.

Logan and I both let out a loud moan and walked away from Cece. She always played the 'poor me' game when it came to boys. She would guilt us into ditching guys so she wasn't alone on a Saturday night, and always insisted that we give her number out to other guys because she wouldn't have the guts to do it. She was the definition of boy crazy.

"I'm kidding, guys!" Cece exclaimed as she ran after us. "I would be so distracted in that class anyway. I would probably fail out anyway and that is most definitely not worth seeing a hot guy every day."

"I'm sure you can find someone else to fawn over in one of your classes. Give it another week and you'll find someone." Logan popped a piece of gum into her mouth and threw her backpack onto her shoulder.

"I still don't understand why you don't go out with Jackson on the football team. It looked like he was really into you at that one party last year. You even gave him your number, you did. That's gotta count for something, right?" I looked to the two of them and Cece shrugged her shoulders. "It does but he's also been on dates with half the cheer squad. I don't really want to share whatever germs that they have."

"Good point." I said.

"Maybe you should just be single and wait to see how this year goes. It's our last year of high school and then it's on to college and college boys! Just imagine the guys a University!" I exclaimed and I saw her eyes flutter as she gripped her chest mimicking a heart attack.

"Oh, man! I can't wait! Those frat boys will be the death of me!" We all giggled as we walked down the senior hallway to our respective rooms. I waved bye and walked into my Pre-Calc room and to my designated seat. I pulled out my homework and waited until the teacher started his lecture for the day.

He spoke in a monotone voice which dragged the lesson on longer. Nothing that has to do with math interests me so my brain checked out in the first five minutes. As he went through the homework, I couldn't help but daydream about different scenarios in my head that could happen between Mr. Styles and I. I knew it was a super low chance because after all he only called me cute yesterday, but a girl can dream.

The teacher announced a ten-minute break so I asked to borrow the bathroom pass. He gave it to me and I took the long way to kill a little bit of time.

I strolled down the senior hallway taking a look at all the flyers that covered some of the ugly red lockers. Any organization in the school was allowed to make signs for their members and display them on their lockers. I passed the call board yb the performing arts hallway and checked out the club board before stopping at the trophy case by the gymnasium.

On the bottom shelf, all the way to the right was a picture of the girls cross country team my freshman year. I stood in the back row of the picture with my braces and acne on full display. I wasn't any good at cross country, but it was also weird to think that this was 3 years ago.

"Well, would you look at that?" Mr. Styles said, startling me and causing me to drop both my phone and my pass.

"Shit," I muttered. He just chuckled as he bent down to get them. When he handed my items to me, he starred at my bathroom pass. "I don't think this is a bathroom," he said looking around the abandoned hallway.

I snatched my pass away with a mad blush on my face. "I know it isn't, I just couldn't stand to be in math anymore. I needed to get my body awake." When I looked up to Mr. Styles, I caught his eyes scanning my body once again.

"You look nice today, Belle." He said as he looked at me. I blushed looking down. It was weird hearing that come from a teacher. It usually came from Logan and Cece or my family when it was a formal gathering.

"Thanks, Mr. Styles. You're looking nice yourself." I complimented back. He did this little smirk, where he pulled up the corner of his lip and squinted his eyes. My legs were starting to feel weak.

"Unfortunately, I'd have to write you up for a detention for catching you roaming the hallways." He said with a sad face. I literally facepalmed. "Shit, I totally forgot about that. Listen, Mr. Styles, I was honestly on my way to th-"

He held up a hand, cutting me off. "Its fine Belle, I was just kidding. Teachers do that sometimes." Mr. Styles said with a grin on his dimpled face. I breathed out a sigh of relief and shook my head. "I really should be heading back to class though. I will see you after school." I said, slowly starting to walk backward. He nodded and shoved his hands into his pocket as his eyes took one last gaze over me. "Sounds good. Bye, Belle."

I waved back to him and turned around completely, walking back to class. I could feel Mr. Styles' eyes linger on me longer which made me smile to myself. I can't believe that I'm admitting this, but I have a crush on my French teacher.

And I think he has a crush on me.


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Government was boring as well, and it started to annoy me when this kid would just go on and on about how this and that law was completely unconstitutional. So I just played on my phone as he caused an argument with the whole class. I don't have time for that.


In physics we were assigned our lab partners for the semester and I was partnered with a girl named Penelope. She was shy, timid, but also really smart. She had a small frame with long brown hair and classes to compliment her face shape. I took a seat next to her and smiled, saying, "I like your glasses!"

She blushed and looked down at her hands. "Thanks," She said quietly, "I like your shoes."

I looked down at them and smiled, extending my hand for a handshakes. "My name is Belle Andrews."

She took it and said, "Penelope Waters."

"Are you new here?"

Penelope shook her head no and played with a pencil from her pencil bag. "I transfered over to this school from West Chapter last year. I still don't know too many people, though." Her voice was very sweet.

"I don't know too many people either and i've been here since middle school. The school is so big, you won't meet half the people here before we graduate." I said with a chuckle. She smiled and flipped open her planner. I noticed a doodle of Scott from Teen Wolf sketched on the side and I asked her about it. We continued to talk about the show and other shows that we liked and it turns out that we had a lot more in common than we thought.

When the bell rang to signify the end of class, I gave her another handshake and told her that I looked forward to being partners with her and if she ever wanted to hang out to let me know. She thanked me and walked to her locker while I excitedly made my way to French class.

Logan was waiting outside the classroom door with a stupid grin on her face. "Are you ready to see your little crush?" She said quietly while tickling my arm. "Shut up!" I laughed and we walked in.

Mr. Styles was sitting on his desk with his long legs hanging. His big hands were supporting him from behind and his slim torso fit snug in the white button up that he wore. Today he wore a slim black tie with his ensemble. He was talking to a couple other students casually.

Logan and I took our seats in the back just like last time and talked. "Are you nervous to hang with him after school?" Logan asked. I looked back over to Mr. Styles who was looking at me as he talked with the boy still. As he talked, his smile grew, causing me to blush and look down at my shoes. "I'm actually really nervous. I think Cece put it in my head that I liked Mr. Styles." I said in confidence.

When I looked up, Logan was smiling and containing a giggle. "I knew it!" was all she said. I rolled my eyes and turned into my desk. "Don't expect me to do anything. I'm not going to go to jail."

"Alright, class. Let's get today started!" Mr. Styles said with a clap and grabbed a piece of chalk from the board. Before he turned around, he caught my attention and a small smile spread across his face. He talked in French for the majority of the class and it was so melodic that I could have fallen asleep right there. I periodically caught him smiling at me and vice versa, sending the butterflies in my stomach into a tizzy.

When class ended, Logan followed close to me and said, "Don't lie to me, Belle. I know you were smiling at him!" I know that she knew that I was giving him little smirks because she would hit my leg everytime she caught a subtle notino.

"Okay, I was looking. There is nothing wrong with a little bit of honest looking!" I defended. She just scoffed and walked me back to the locker where Cece was waiting. Cece was leaned against the locker, scrolling through her phone.

"Something's up, buttercup." I said. She looked up and just shrugged her shoulder. She didn't say anything which worried me. "What's wrong?" Logan pushed. She took in a deep breath and leaned her head against the locker. "There is a guy. And I really like him and it seems like he likes me. But I can't tell, but I don't want to be forward and ask him. I'm at my wit's end." She said desperately.

I took her in for a big hug and rubbed her back. She wrapped her tiny ones around me in return, resting her head on my shoulder. "It'll work out fine, Cece. You're a great girl, I’m sure he likes you."

When she pulled away she smiled and tugged on her backpack strings. "Thanks, Belle. I gotta go though; I'll text you guys later. Have fun tonight, Belle! But not too much fun!" She said, kissing both Logan and I's cheek.

We chuckled and watched as she made her way down the hallway. "That girl is something else," Logan commented, slinging her backpack onto her shoulder. "I have to hit the road too. My boyfriend is picking me up. Text me after your date with Mr. Styles." She said as she hugged me. I slapped her butt in response, sending her laughing down the hallway. I love my crazy friends.

I made my way back to the French room to meet Mr. Styles for our meeting. The door was open so I knocked lightly which got his attention. He turned around and gave me a smile and invited me in.

"Great class today!" I commented, setting my backpack down on the chair of a desk and sitting on the table. He smiled and leaned back against the chalkboard, folding his arms over his chest. They were ready to pop out fo the button up at any minute. He smiled and said, "Thanks, Belle. I would have been more focused if you weren't sitting in the back drooling over me all class."

I felt my face pale as he chuckled more. He actually saw me staring? I'm such a loser! A dork! "I don't know what you're talking about." I stuttered. He just laughed and turned around to wipe the board down. "Whatever you say, Miss Andrews."

There were yellow chalk marks on his back, so I hopped up and approached him. "You have chalk on your back, let me get that for you."

I swiped along his back and watched as the yellow dusted drifted to the floor. His back was pure muscle and my hand burned at his touch. A dirty thought passed through my mind. I pictured the different muscles flexing and contracting while he held my hips and-

"Thanks, are you ready to go?" He brought me back from my thoughts and I blushed madly. "Yeah." I stuttered and wiped my hands off. Get yourself together, Belle.

"I'll drive." He offered as he gathered his stuff from the desk. "I brought my car, actually." He just waved his hand at me. "I'll bring you back later. It'd be easier if we just took my car." He insisted. I didn't say anything, I just hopped up from the desk I resided on and followed him out the door.

While we walked out to Mr. Styles' Range Rover, I couldn't help but feel like I was walking out of the grocery store with my mom. I felt really young walking with him and for a split second I couldn't help but think that maybe this was a bad idea. But I then realized that this was just school work, nothing more.

I placed my bag in the trunk and he opened up the passenger side door for me. I thanked him and climbed in.

The engine roared to life and soon we were coasting down the streets to Starbucks. "Mr. Styles, I don't really know a lot more about you. What's your name?" I asked out of the blue. He smiled down at me, clearly amused by my curiosity. "It's Harold, but I prefer Harry." He replied. I smiled at his answer, I like the name.

"Why did you move here?" I continued. He placed that damned index finger back onto his lip. That was going to drive me mad. "Good job opportunities, chance to get away from home, a new beginning," he paused and looked at me with a small smile, "beautiful views."

At this point, you could fry an egg on my cheek because, boy, they were hot! I looked down at my lap and played with the frey of my jeans. I could hear him chuckle as he pulled into the parking lot.

I grabbed my French binder from my bag as Mr. Styles grabbed his satchel. We walked into the cafe and settled down in the back corner. It wasn't as busy as I had expected it to be. "What would you like? I'm paying." He said simply, pulling out a green card. "Grande vanilla iced coffee, please. Light ice."

"Any food?" He asked. "A cookie." I replied with a smile. He mumbled the word 'cute' under his breath again before standing in line.

I was freaking out on the inside. The room was hot and I was getting the nervous sweats. HE called me 'love' and looked at me when he said "beautiful views". He's called me cute twice now. Maybe he was just trying to lighten to moment or make me feel comfortable. But what if that's his plan? Maybe flirting was his way of trying to make me comfortable. Maybe, he did this to the other girls in the class to make them feel comfortable. Or maybe he has a freakin' crush on me and I need to get out of the situation before something horrible goes wrong. I could make a run for it now and blame it on a stomach ache or maybe say a family emergency. I'm sure he would understand...

No! Belle, you will sit here like a grown woman. He is just being a gentlemen and you are putting way too much thought into this. Just relax and enjoy your coffee.

I watched as he placed our order and the barista with the pretty blonde hair smiled at him. I couldn't hear what he had said but she was laughing and I felt a little... jealous?

I'm being ridiculous. There is no way he would ever bother to get with me. I'm his student, first and foremost; a very big no-no in the educational system. Not to mention the legal system. He would lose his job and he would be placed in jail for a long time. I can't have that hanging over me, I just need to slam the breaks and keep this mutual.

Harry came back a few minutes later with our drinks and cookies and got himself situated in his seat. I grabbed my drink and took a sip while breaking off a piece of my cookie and eating it.

"So, how many students do you think you would feel comfortable tutoring?" Harry asked.

"Well, I usually help about ten or so in my other classes. I would like to stay around that area." I answered, sipping on my straw.

"Then I think what we should do is schedule a call out meeting for next week and invite everyone in the French program to check out tutoring. I would need your contact information for students so they can contact you with questions." He took a bite of his cookie and didn't realize that he had a piece hanging off of his lip.

I tried to contain my smile but it didn't go unnoticed.

"What?" He smirked.

"You have a little bit of cookie hanging from your lip." I giggled and pointed to the crumb.

He licked around his lips with that cute little pink tongue until he found it. He chuckled and wiped his face with a napkin and said, "Well, that's just downright embarrassing!"

"Harry, I have a question," I said. He looked at me weirdly and took a sip of his coffee. "Did you just call me 'Harry'?" He asked. I hadn't even realized that I had until he said something. "Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry, i didn't think that I would say that. I'm so sorry."

He held his hand up and said, "Don't worry about it. You can call me Harry. I like the way you say it."

I blushed and looked down. "Well, Harry, I was going to ask if I was the only that will be tutoring?"

He nodded his head. "You are. Is that, er, okay? You have the best grades in the program, there wouldn't be a need for another person."

"That's perfectly fine," I said with a smile.

For another hour or so we talked about French and what go us both into it. He's visited Paris multiple times and said that it was one of his favorite places in the world at Christmas time. We talked about Louisiana and its heavy French culture and how we both wanted to spend a week down there during Mardis Gras.

Eventually, the conversation got more casual and we were just talking like two friends. He told me how his love for cats came about and some funny childhood memories he has from growing up in England. I shared some stuff about my family and my first job. It was a really nice conversation that I really enjoyed having.

I looked at my phone to see that it was just about to turn on 6 o'clock and I knew my mom would be expecting me home soon. "I'm sorry, Harry, but I best be heading home." He started to gather his items together as I did mine.

We walked out together, making small talk and climbing into the car. After he turned the car on, my favorite song was playing on the radio; Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I smiled and started to sway my body to the music. He looked over at me and said, "Favorite song, I reckon?"

I nodded my head and started singing along to the song. Instead of judging me, he actually started to sing along with me and I was shocked to hear his voice sound so good. I watched his lips as he sang along, the perfect little pink muscles mouthing out the words and the muscles in his jaw flexing as he sang. HIs eyes, green and bright, focused on the rode and shining in the evening sunshine. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he continued to sing, and at this point, I was just watching him.

How could a human be so enchanting? Everything about him was just so captivating that I couldn't help but look away. When the song finished, he looked back over to me and when he saw me starring he chuckled. "What?"

I shook my head and looked out the window, blushing like mad and kicking myself for letting him catch me starring. I just couldn't help it.

He sang the rest of the car ride and when he pulled up next to my car, I looked over as he finished singing the last note of a song. He made an "ooh" sound as the song finished and dropped his hands into his lap, looking over at me with a childish smile.

What happened next was something that I never thought would happen.

I lunged over and grabbed his head in my hands and slammed his lips into my face. The kiss lasted just a few seconds before I pulled back, totally floored that I just did that.

His eyes were wide open and his freshly kissed lips were parted as he just stared into mine. I could hear my heart pound over the soft sound of the music and that's when I knew I had fucked up.

"Harry, I-"

He cut me off as he pulled me into him again, this time pushing his lips into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his big hands slipped down to the small of my back, bringing me closer to him than before. Our lips mooshed together, tongues poking through periodically but our hands clawing at each other. All the tension that was between us was now just pouring out into each other and my body was loving it.

He reached down below his seat and pulled the lever to move it all the way back before his hands cupped my bum and he effortlessly pulled me over the middle counsel and onto his lap. With my legs straddling each side of him, his palms ran along my jean covered thigh and back to my butt where he grabbed roughly, causing my pelvis to push into his hard-on. My lips left his as they kissed up against that jawline to behind his ear. I sucked on the soft skin while his beautiful moans filled the hot car. I kept pushing my body into his and soon enough we were back to playing tonsil hockey.

My hands moved from their tangled position in his hair to his shoulders, where they slid all the way down and rested on his lower abdomen. I felt his hot breath against my lips as he grunted at my touch. His fingertips flicked under the fabric of my shirt and for the first time, I felt them burn my skin with his touch. My whole body was on fire, but then I came to the realization of what was happening.

I pushed off of him, accidentally hitting my butt off the horn and then bouncing right back into him. My chest was at about his head level, and he looked down my shirt back up to me with a smirk on his face.

"Well, that was quite unexpected."

I smiled slightly and climbed back into my seat, placing my hand on my forehead and trying to catch my breath. "What just happened?"

"That, my dear, was so hot."

Notes

8/7/18: This whole chapter was basically rewritten and I absolutely love it now.