Temptations

I hate this. On the first day I was sitting outside Principal Grady's office with my arms folded across my chest. The scowl on my face was there to stay.

I managed to get called in because one of the stick legs told the new English teacher, who had zero patience for anyone, that I was texting during the lecture. Just at that moment my phone magically drops from my purse. What do you know huh? Ugh and worst of all I had to wait for what seemed like forever while Grady had a talk with another student. It was at least 20 minutes and I knew I was going to miss drama class with Louis. Hey, he promised to save me a seat, who could possibly resist that?
I tapped my foot and rolled my eyes. This better be important to be taking this long. What could they possibly be talking about anyway? Then again, it could be a new student.

I stood up, in frustration just as the door opened and crashed into a warm, hard body. I was caught, turned 15 shades of red and looked up to see who it was.

I was met by a pair of unusual teal eyes, tasseled brown curly hair, dimples and a small, curvy smile. He didn't seem embarrassed at all but I was beside myself.

"Hello." His voice was like a chocolate caramel bar; deep, British and sensual.

Oh god. Another hot guy. Why am I being such a klutz? Jesus. I pulled out of his arms instantly when we heard a cough from behind.

"Hello?" Grady looked around and met my eyes. Her large almond eyes grew surprised. "Ms. Davies. Were you waiting outside?"

I felt a heavy heated gaze from my left. I didn't dare look. Shit. Fuck.

"Yeah, I was sent here. Um, it's a misunderstanding. I wasn't on my phone texting, promise." I practically begged, which I hated doing.

She gave me a pointed look and glanced at the guy next to me. "Oh, how about this: Ms. Davies can show you around. I'll be away for the next half hour and she can give you the tour of our campus."

I bit my lip. Holy shit. She did not just do that. I stood there frozen in place. I wanted to move but I was afraid I would get into more trouble if I declined.

"Alright then. Thank you Miss, I mean Principal Grady." He turned to look at me and all I could do was widen my eyes.

He held out his hand, properly to introduce himself. "Hello. I'm Harry Styles."

I took a second to process all this and slowly accepted his hand in mine as I found my breathing again. "Eva, Eva Davies."

I was barely aware of the principal when Harry found my hand. He gave a friendly wave to Grady before we were left alone.

I took in what he wore. Brown suede blazer over a classy V-neck shirt hugging his shapely torso coupled with black trousers slacks that were as slick as if he stepped out the '60s photo shoot. Dayum. I licked my lips when he glanced with concentration to what looked like a folder Grady had given him.

Staring again. Shit.

I didn't want there to be any awkward silences so I spoke first. "So, where are you from in, England?" Smooth, that was real smooth.

He laughed and made direct eye contact. "Cheshire, North England. I just moved here this week."

I nodded, looking at what he was holding. My eyes did a double take at his banana bunch-like hands. I can only imagine how they would feel inside me.

Only imagine. OK, don't get red now; he's looking at you now.

"I see," I pointed to the piece of paper he held. "Well, I can show you to your classes."

If this was supposed to be my punishment for getting in trouble for something I didn't do then I should get into trouble every chance I can get. Fuck school. Did I ever like it anyway? And he was charismatic too. His voice…good god.

Ok I have to calm down or I'm gonna be obvious and freak out the new guy. He smiled suddenly, it reached his eyes. I felt like fainting on the spot.

He gave me his class order and I just told him to follow my lead. He started laughing when I was pointing out obvious things like the drinking fountains and the bathrooms. I just thought I was being my lame self again because I just don't know how to talk to good looking guys.

After a few moments we got silent again. We were getting closer to his class. I prayed this wasn't the end.

"So, Eva, what's there to do for fun around here?" Harry asked, I wasn't sure what he was talking about specifically. It sounded to me like he wanted to ditch.

"The beach." It was my default answer when people ask this question. "Oh, there are a few good burger joints near the school. But I hardly go eat there anymore."

"Why?"

Crap, were we officially having a conversation? So far so good. This felt natural. Weird. I feel like I can be honest too. What a relief.

"I don't know really. I just stopped going. A lot of the popular crowd hangs around there. I avoid them." I coughed.

The stick leg hierarchy will no doubt try to convert him, such a shame. Maybe Harry's different though. What am I saying? I don't even know the guy.

"Uh oh." Harry chuckled. Ok that is two times I almost fake fainted. "Well good to know what to be aware of. I need all the advice I can get."

I blushed, looking down. The same way Louis makes me blush only this time I felt strangely light. What is it with those English accents that make us American girls wetter than Niagara Falls? I tried not to make, um, "noise" as I walked. I was wearing jeans and I got little concerned.

We came to his first class which was English. He and I had different teachers but as he gave the paper back to me to check if it's right, I noticed something else.

"Hey, you and I have 5 class periods together. Interesting." Maybe this was fate. Or maybe I'm just the luckiest bitch in the entire school.

He looked at the paper over my shoulder. His breath was smothering my cheeks and my focus nearly failed me. "We'll be seeing a lot of each other then."

I looked at him, giving him back his schedule. Our fingers touched and I couldn't help but think of how they would feel in my mouth after he made me cum.

Jesus. Pace yourself girl. It's not like we're gonna hang out all hours of the day. Who am I kidding? He's a Louis. He's hot. He'll forget me the second I leave.

"How could I forget you?" He asked. Had I really said my thoughts out loud?

My hand went over my mouth in shock as my brows knotted together. "What? I mean, huh?"

He chuckled, those dimples more prominent than before. He leaned in closer so only I could hear.

"I said how could I forget you? You're the only person I know."

He grinned brightly, gave a confident wave and opened the door walking inside.
I leaned against the lockers and took a whole 2 minutes to process what just happened. I placed my hand over my heart, willing it to slow down. A small smile found its way to my lips.

Then my eyes went wide. Shit.

"Louis, crap on things." I whispered to myself and flung myself down the hallways in sonic speed mode.

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