"He hates me," I laughed to Vee looking over at Mr Armstrong who was sat at his desk.

"I couldn't blame him,"

"Oh shut up,"

"Don't you think he's kinda hot though?" She asked me. I looked over at her knitting my eyebrows confused.

"Who B- Mr Armstrong?"

"Yeah, I think he is,"

I shook my head looking back over at him. "Oh you have to be kidding,"

"Oh come on, don't lie!" She teased shoving me lightly. "You can't say he's not the tiniest bit hot,"

"Yes I can,"

"Alright you can, but you're lying,"

"I'm not lying! He's our teacher anyway- don't be weird,"

"Oh come on, he's quite young for a teacher,"

"I'm not having this conversation anymore with you," I laughed slightly looking over at her.

"What you gonna do instead? do your work?"

"Well no.... but I'll tell you I won't be gossiping with you about how Mr Armstrong, aka are teacher, is hot,"

"But he is!"

I sighed loudly banging my head on the desk hard. It didn't actually hurt. I never really got head aches or ever suffered with them, maybe that was a reason why I was able to smash my head on the table and not feel a thing. Or maybe I really am just thick in the skull.

"Head up Mallory," I heard Billie instruct from his desk.

I ignored him. Keeping my head down. My eyes were tired, it felt nice to keep them closed for two moments.

I got fuck all sleep last night, not with my neighbours new born crying all night.

"Miss Valentine!" He shouted, suddenly sounding louder than I would've imagined. I shot my head up terrified almost falling back on my seat realising he was stood in front of my desk.

"Thanks for the heart attack Mr Armstrong," I scoffed annoyed.

He must've realised my bad mood, because a smirk showed up on his face. "No problem,"

I rolled my eyes placing my chin on the desk, still facing the front but resting my neck.

But he still stood there.

"Well can I help you sir?" I grunted.

"You don't seem like Such a smart ass today Miss Val-"

"-Mallory,"

"Like I was saying Miss Valentine. Head. Up."

I grunted loudly pulling my head up before giving him a sarcastic smile. "Happy?"

"Come on." He sighed walking away. I paused for a second looking at Vee confused before Billie turned back around to look at me. "Well?"

I shoved my chair back by shoving on the desk. Getting up and following him as we walked out the classroom.

He turned to look at me. "What's going on?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You're not being... annoying,"

"I thought you would be happy about that?"

"I thought so too, now whats going on?"

I sighed rubbing my eyes again. "I didn't get a lot of sleep last night okay? So I'm... I'm tired. And I'm snappy and I'm really really realllllly tired,"

"Why didn't you get enough sleep?"

"My neighbour, she brought her new daughter home last night. She just cried, and cried, cried all night. She wouldn't stop, she just screamed, sobbed- oh and did I mention she cried?"

"Still sarcastic I see,"

"I'm sorry Mr-"

"-Billie,"

"I'm sorry Billie. But I'm really really really tired and I'm tired and-"

"-you've said,"

"Have I?" I asked confused. He nodded slowly looking at me like I was stupid. I dragged my hand down my cheek rolling my eyes back in annoyance. "I wish I was sleeping,"

"Regretting that detention you've scored tonight?"

"No, I'll sleep like a baby the whole way through,"

"I'm afraid that's not aloud..."

"Watch me,"

~

I entered the classroom before Billie apparently had. Walking to my seat dragging my bag carelessly across the floor behind me. Before letting go and throwing myself into the uncomfortable chair.

I laid my head on the desk closing my eyes. Finally, some peace and quiet.

I felt myself not wanna open my eyes, I knew I was gonna fall asleep any minute if I didn't just sit up for a second to wake myself up. But I really really really just didn't want to do that at all.

The next thing I knew I heard a loud thud, I quickly pulled my head off the desk looking around confused. "What the fuck?"

"Well hello sleeping beauty," Billie smirked standing over me.

I must've fallen asleep.

"Morning Prince Charming,"

"Afternoon actually." He corrected making his way back to his desk at the front.

I rested my head back down on the desk. "Why is it the only time I wanna be quiet you wanna annoy me?" I asked him, my question a little muffled since I was speaking into the desk I was facing. But he managed to understand me.

"Not quite sure, but it's not so fun when you're not in the mood is it Mallory?"

"This is the lesson you want to teach me? I would rather do extra music,"

He didn't answer me. My eyes closed and my heart was thudding a little fast.

Before I heard a cough, groaning I pulled my head up seeing him tower over me.

Smiling with a big grin. Holding a piece of paper out for me to take.

"What's that?"

"You asked for it,"

I took it confused looking at both sides of the paper before realising. "Billie!"

"You wanted the extra work love." He laughed sitting down at the desk beside mine.

"Can't we play that game instead where we get close to each other's face. I prefer that other than this bollocks,"

"Ehem!"

"What?"

"Language," he warned. But I could see him trying not to smile. He was good at acting serious, but right now he was failing miserably.

"Oh shut up," I laughed slightly. Suddenly I didn't feel so tired.

"You don't want any more detentions,"

"Maybe you want me to have more,"

"Oh really?"

"Maybe..." I smiled. Looking at one of the top corners of the room. Dodging meeting his green eyes.

I know he was suppose to be my teacher. Trust me I fucking know. But... in a strange sense. I wanted him.

I wanted to kiss him, but he didn't wanna kiss me. I was just another troubled, annoying little asshole to him.

And he was suppose to be another pestering, annoying teaching asshole to me. And he was... but that's not where it stopped apparently.

I finally looked at him, he was looking back at me. But with more of a serious look in his eyes.

I couldn't help myself as my eyes flickered down looking at his lips.

Why did I want to kiss him so bad? Was this just a tiny crush? The way he was looking at me wasn't gonna help me get over this crush at all.

"You're staring again," he whispered gently. I looked back up at his eyes, but- call me crazy. But I think he was staring at my lips too.

"You might wanna look at my eyes when you talk Billie joe," I whispered back, tugging my lips into a smile.

His eyes quickly flickered up to my eyes as he shook his head and leaned away. Running a hand through his hair before speaking. "Anyway, the work,"

"Is that it?"

"What?"

"Now you're just gonna stand up and act like a teacher again?"

"Mallory I am a teacher,"

"You're not a teacher you work as one. Doesn't mean you have to act like one every second,"

"While I'm at my job I do,"

"So that's it?"

"Well what did you think was gonna happen?" He asked me confused, slowly sitting back down as he waited for my answer.

What did I think was gonna happen? I should've known he wasn't going to kiss me. It was a stupid thing to even put any belief in.

"I don't know..." I slowly whispered embarrassed as I looked down at the floor and shrugged my shoulders.

"Did you want me to kiss you...?" He whispered back.

I paused. Too scared to say no and too embarrassed to say yes. So I just froze like I couldn't move. Like I was just stuck in the awkward position sat sideways on my chair facing him.

I kept my eyes on the ugly coloured carpet of this classroom. My hands on the edges of my seat.

"...is that... a yes?" He asked.

"No- no I didn't." I finally managed to get out looking back up at him.

"The way you was looking at me was telling me otherwise." He smirked, leaning in. So very closely.

Was he playing with my head like I did with his? Or did he want this too?

"Stop doing that," my voice seemed to stay in the tiny volume.

"Doing what?"

"Messing with my head... I know what you're doing,"

"Oh love I'm not messing with your head. I'm just saying,"

I bit my bottom lip. In pure frustration nothing else. I had never been more confused on what anyone wanted then now.

"If you want me to kiss you..." he said. His eyes looked down again, all the way down. Looking me as a person up and down. Before they brought themselves back up and landed on to my eyes. "...Then just say,"

"But I don't wanna k-kiss you,"

"Last chance..."

I was losing so miserably to my own fucking game. "How do y'know...."

"You're not very good at hiding things," he grinned. "Anyway," he quickly said changing his tone of voice speaking louder from the whisper we had both originally spoke in. As he stood up and began to walk back to his desk.

"Wait!" I quickly shouted as he turned around and looked at me confused.

"What?"

"But... I admitted it?"

"Congratulations," he smiled walking back as he stood once again right in front of my desk. Bending down slightly so his face was levelled with mine.

"But-" my next word was muffled as I realised he had pressed his lips against mine. As soon as I realised I kissed him back, not thinking about anything else.

My hands in his hair and his on my jaw. Not threateningly. I stood up slightly as we continued to move our lips in rhythm with one another until I was stood up completely stood up as we both leant over my desk.

We then pulled away. I looked at him leaning back, his lips were slightly pink and swollen.

"You didn't think I was really not gonna kiss you... did you?" He asked. The left side of his lips tugged up into one of his smirks.

"Well... I don't know I-"

"-Your detention is over,"