"Uhuh," I nodded walking out of my last class of the day with Esme. "He just gave it me straight away,"

"Sounds like he's really not messing around," She replied.

"Exactly what I thought,"

"Does that mean you're gonna tone it down?"

I laughed slightly at her. "No, I can't tone down my behaviour. I've told you anyway it's not my fault what I come out with it just ends up leaving my mouth,"

"Right, yeah,"

"I'm being truthful! I can't help it,"

"Haven't you best go to your detention anyway?"

"I'm considering skipping it, I really just wanna go home and-"

Before I could finish my sentence a voice coming from behind me was able to cut me off.

"-Hope you haven't forgotten about your detention, Miss Valentine,"

Esme and I turned our heads perfectly in sync, realising the voice belonged to none other than my new music teacher. The smug look on his face suggested he was trying to get to me, trying to piss me off or make me angry.

So I smiled sweetly back to him. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Mr Armstrong," I cheerfully replied, as his smirk turned to a scowl and he passed me and Esme in the halls. walking in front. Ooh, that's just pure satisfaction.

She turned to me looking surprised. "That's him?"

"Yeah, he's not very hard to get angry,"

"He seems a bit young to be a teacher... don't you think?" she asked me looking back at Mr Armstrong who was walking well in front of us by now.

"He thinks he's so smug, giving me detentions for fuck all." I grunted readjusting the strap on my backpack that loosely hung over my left shoulder. "I can tell he dislikes me just as much as I do him,"

"I don't know, I think he's pretty good looking,"

I paused walking as I looked over at Esme shocked by what she just said to me. "Are you serious!?"

"Yeah, don't you think?"

"This is ridiculous, I'll catch you after detention." I sighed to her picking up my pace and walking ahead of her through the corridors, on my way to attend this stupid detention. Once reaching his classroom I walked in, I felt his eyes on me as soon as I walked through those doors. But look back at him was something I didn't do. Instead, I took a seat straight down on one of the chairs, dropping my bag under the desk and keeping my eyes down. I didn't even wanna see his smirk.

"Took you long enough to get here," I heard him mutter. The classroom was empty apart from me, him, the desks and chairs.

"Well I'm here, like you wanted me to be," I replied keeping my eyes under the desk at my phone.

"Well, you didn't really have a choice,"

I finally looked away from my phone and up at him, he wasn't even looking at me. He was scribbling down some useless junk on a piece of paper. But he must have sensed that I was glaring at him because he looked up at me meeting my eyes. And that stupidly seeming familiar smug face arose. "Staring?" He asked.

"Don't flatter yourself, Mr Armstrong." I smiled sarcastically. Before returning my eyes down to my phone.

"On your phone?"

"No..." I slowly denied, still staring down. I heard him shift off his chair and walk over to my desk as I quickly turned it off and shoved it in my pocket. I looked up to realise he was stood in front of me, surprisingly a short guy.

I sniggered slightly at his height whilst sizing him up.

"What?" He asked.

"You're pretty short, huh?"

"Be quiet, I want your phone." He told me as extended his hand out, which I'm guessing was to collect my mobile.

"I don't think so,"

"And whys that?"

"I'm not putting my phone in your hands, It's mine,"

"I asked you to give it to me, do you want another detention?"

"Is that an invite?"

"What- no! its a threat,"

"Not a scary one,"

He bit his bottom lip in frustration. "Just give me your phone or else I'll be seeing you here again tomorrow,"

"What if I want another Detention?" I asked his raising a single eyebrow. His angry expression turned quickly to confusion... before a smirk appeared.

"You don't think I'll give you another one... do you?"

"Oh no Sir, I know your threats aren't empty,"

"So then, you should know better than to test my patience,"

"Me? Testing your patience? No, that's not at all what I'm doing," I asked him playing up the innocent act. "I'm simply asking you about the possibilities of me wanting another detention,"

"You want another one?"

"Only if it's with you, Sir,"

"And whys that?"

"No reason,"

He looked at me confused as he slowly walked back to his desk and I went back to my phone. "Valentine: one, Armstrong: Zero,"

I will be the first to admit that half of the time when acting up I knew exactly what I was doing. Pissing people off is an art of mine. You have to know what buttons you're pressing, when to and not to press them and when to stop and go. You can't just keep pushing, but for now, I was having my own fun doing exactly that.

The approach I was using? No clue where it was coming from. And it was a little crazy because I guess I sort of was flirting, with his smug little remarks and smirks I'm not quite sure how far this would go. But I will say, Esme wasn't exactly lying when she described him as good looking... maybe I would go a little further but more the less.

And to say he was the teacher... it felt a little like I was more in control then him.

Was that a mind game? Did he want me to believe that so he could last minute take then power and leave me confused?

"Looking at your grades." He spoke up looking away from the papers in front of him and over at me as I looked back. "You're failing miserably at music,"

"Im aware,"

"Why would you take it as a subject if y'knew you wasn't gonna try?"

"I thought it would be all fun and games." I shrugged putting my phone back in my pocket, meaning he had my full attention.

He got up and walked back over to my desk, before placing my papers in front of me. "Did you even put in any effort?"

"Nope,"

His eyes intenesly staring me down. "You're gonna fail,"

"Tell me something I don't know,"

He loudly breathed out pulling a chair beside me and sitting down, tapping at the top of my page with his pen. "For starters, you didn't even write your name,"

"So how can you tell it's mine?" I smirked turning to look at him. I will say I very much did underestimate the space between us, because as I turned I think we both realised how little the gap between our faces was.

He looked back down at the sheet before flipping it over and showing my doodle, with the words 'Mallory Rules' underneath.

"See," I smiled as his eyes came back on to me. Only just realising his obvious bright green orbs. Staring me down every second with this look in them telling me he wasn't fucking around. "I did put my name on it,"

"Not where you should've," He whispered. Being so close I could easily hear him.

"Don't you think our faces are a little close Sir?" I asked deviously.

"Does it make you nervous?"

"Not at all, your face being close to mine doesn't make my nerves tingle even in the slightest," I lied. My stomatch was actually completely inside out.

"Oh really?" He asked me smirking more, inching just a little bit closer.

And now I was beginning to feel like he had controlled, which was suppose to be my game. He's playing me at my own game. Not happening.

"Uhuh. I muttered getting a little bit closer too, any closer and we would've been-

-"You don't think I'll get any closer do you?"

"Oh I know you wont,"

"Sure?"

I could feel his hot breath on my face, smelling of coffee. Like all teachers do. I nodded nervously, trying my darndest not to show him I was nervous but I'm pretty sure I was failing.

I attempted to swallow the nerves, what if he did kiss me? Would I be more bothered about getting into a messy scenario with my new music teacher or being proven wrong.

"Go on then," I tested. "I dare you, I know you wont do it,"

"What makes you so sure?"

"I'm a student first of all, Wouldn't that mean putting your job at risk?"

"Only if someone finds out," He whispered as Goosebumps raced down my arms and I fought the urge to shudder, my face heating up as my smile slipped away. "Are you blushing Miss Valentine?" He asked, moving his face just the tinniest bit closer as I felt the tip of his nose brush against mine.

"What- n-no I-" I cut myself off grunting as I pulled my face away, losing the silent game we were playing.

He smiled satisfied at my reaction, looking me in my eyes as he stood back up and muttered over to me: "Valentine: one, Armstrong: one,"