M3 + Y0U

Sophia Blackman turns up to school on the first day of her final year. The popular girl's still there, the boring teacher's still there but one thing's different though, there's a new maths teacher. He goes by the name of Mr Styles. With his stunning emerald eyes, luscious, chocolate brown locks and gorgeous smile, all the girls are swooning over him, including Sophia.
Will she let herself fall for the gorgeous new maths teacher? Or will she stop herself from falling for him more than she already has? Read on to find out!


2. A Little Something For Styles

Chapter 2-
A Little Something For Styles:

I arrived home after work that night and I was greeted by my mother.

“How was your first day at school, sweetheart?” she asked.

“it was fine mum.” I answered, well actually it was more than fine and I just met the most amazing teacher, who actually pays attention to me and I’m getting extension classes with him and oh!!!!

Well, obviously I didn’t say that to her but anyways. It was late by now so I decided to head off and get some homework done tonight.
I stared at the pages of textbook, but all I could think about was Mr Styles. His glossy mop of curls, his enticing eyes and his plump lips which I would love to have attached to mine. (just saying :P!) I was definitely losing my concentration so I decided to put my textbooks away after 20 minutes of thinking about him.

I pulled on a pair of pyjamas and hopped into bed, shutting my eyes and dozing off.


“Miss Blackman, I’d like you to stay back from class today. I have a few words to say to you.” Mr Styles said in a low voice.

I nodded, suppressing smile. Once all the students were out of the classroom, Mr Styles (or Harry) locked the door.

I stayed stationary in my seat as he walked over to my desk near the back of the room. As he walked passed he let his fingertips brush my bare shoulder. He came around to the back of my desk and bent down, letting his hot breath escape onto the back of my neck, both his hands were now placed on my shoulders pushing me down into my seat. He left a trail of sloppy, wet kisses as his lips ran up and down my neck, finding my sweet spot and sucking on it. 
I couldn’t bare it any longer, I turned my head in one swift movement and attached my lips to his. The kiss became more passionate and our tongues were fighting for dominance. One of his hands was cupping my face, whilst the other was caressing my body beneath my shirt.
He stood up pulling me with him, still keeping the kiss intact. I sub-consciously wrapped my arms around his neck, as he linked his arms around the small of my back, edging closer to my bum. Slowly he unbuttoned my shirt and I accepted smiling up at him as he did so. He let it fall to the ground.
I wrapped my legs around his waist planting kiss down his neck making my way to his chest. Just then there was a knock at the door.


What the hell was that? Did I just have a sexual dream about my new maths teacher? I slapped away the thoughts refusing to believe the truth. I was all hot and clammy and I had sweat running down my cheeks. I ran over to the bathroom peeling off my sticky clothes before hopping into the shower, washing away all the thoughts I had of my new teacher.
I dressed up a little fancier than usual. I put on a black skater skirt which was short but not short enough to make me look slutty. Then I paired it up with a lace shirt which was quite see-through so I put a bandeau underneath. After applying my make-up and curling my hair I was satisfied with how I looked. I grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs.

(Sophia’s outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/setid=60132812 )

“Good morning mum!” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Soph. You’re a little bit more dressed up than usual!” She sounded surprised. Little did she know who I was dressing up for.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked pretending to sound shocked but then shrugged, “it’s second day of school. I thought I could dress up a bit more.”
She smiled back reaching for her cup of coffee.
I grabbed a piece of toast devouring it as I opened the front door then closed behind me.

I set off to school walking through the gates and into the hall. I walked in to see Casey (the popular girl) with Mr Styles. He looked bored and disinterested and she looked well, how should I put it, she looked as if she didn’t know what personal space was. She was leaning up against the lockers, her short skirt riding up at the back. Her hand touching her shirt which was buttoned half-way showing a massive amount of cleavage.

Mr Styles turned his head and spotted me, “Sophia, I have to talk to you!”

I smiled warmly as he excused himself from the conversation he was holding with Casey.

“Good morning, Miss Blackman. Are we on for this week with the extension work?” He grinned brightly already knowing my answer.

I nodded, biting down on my lower lip not wanting to say anything stupid. He gestured a wave and headed off to his classroom. My timetable was one of those where the subjects repeated every day, so maths class was last again today.

The whole day buzzed by pretty quickly, it was probably the anticipation of seeing Mr Styles. I walked into Maths just on time and took a seat towards the back of the classroom. Today we got started on work. Mr Styles brought out a different side to me. I had my hand up answering all the questions, getting them correct. I was looking forward to this school year.

“Okay, class. Have a nice night see you all tomorrow!” he gave a wave to everyone as he retreated to his desk watching the students file out. I was walking out when I dropped my pencil-case. Pens and pencils went cascading down onto the floor. I had to bend down to pick up these items realising that my skirt would rise up at the back.


She was just as good a mathematician as I thought she was. Answering questions correctly with that gorgeous smile of hers. I couldn’t help but stare and many times she would look up and catch me so I would have to cover it up. As I dismissed class I watched her gracefully walk past, unfortunately dropping her pencil case on her way out. As she bent down her skirt went up revealing a small amount of upper-thigh flesh, I couldn’t help but look, I mean I’m a guy what do you expect?

I ran over to her side helping her collect the stationery which was scattered over the floor. We picked the pens in silence.

“Thankyou.” She whispered.

I showed my toothy smile, “Your welcome.” I extended a hand to help her up.

“Goodbye Mr Styles.”

“Goodbye Sophia!” I called back. She looked stunning but I couldn’t tell her that.


I headed out of the classroom and into the corridor heading out through the large double doors. I was stopped by perfectly manicured nails clinging onto my shirt.
“What were you doing?” The voice hissed.

“What are you talking about, C-Casey?” I asked innocently as the taller girl stood over me.

“You know what. You and Mr Styles? Stay away. He’s mine!”

“There’s nothing g-going on.” I stuttered. I guess that kind of was the truth. Nothing was going on personally, just teacher to student work.

“Then what happened yesterday and today?” she hissed again, glaring at me. If looks could kill!

I really didn’t wanna say anything about the extension class cos I didn’t want to sound like a geek.“Yesterday Mr Styles offered for me to join Mathletes and today I dropped my pencil case, happy?”

“Haha, just another geek.” She laughed it off and headed away obviously disinterested in anything else I had to say.

I walked off to work, thinking about tomorrow, when I would finally be alone with Mr Styles. Casey may be going after Mr Styles, but i could help falling for his perfection.

So what? Two can play at one game.

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