One Direction Teacher Imagines

Liam Part 6

I stared at myself in the locker room mirror, deciding whether I should put my hair up or keep it down. I didn't want hair in my eyes during P.E., but my hair was nice today. I would probably look better with it down.

 

"Hey, (Y/N)! You're here early." I turned to see (Y/F/N) who rushed to her locker, after checking herself in the mirror.

 

"Mr. Rogers finally let us out on time. Should I wear my hair up or down?" I asked, returning to the mirror. I was already changed in gym clothes, a tight-fitting V-neck T-shirt and shorts that might have been a bit too short. Oh well, no one else has gotten in trouble for that this year-- probably because it was an all girls class.

 

"I thought you didn't care about that stuff. Oh yeah, it's co-ed gym today."

 

"Yeah..." I had completely forgotten about co-ed gym. It was a once a month thing to combine the segregated physical education classes. It was the school's way of appeasing the feminist mothers.

 

"Anyone specific in mind?"

 

"Nope." Well, not a student at least.

 

"It's Leeroy, isn't it? OMG you two would be so cute!"

 

"Ew, no, stop. And isn't he gay?"

 

"I don't know."

 

"I'm not trying to impress anyone in particular." Well that was a lie. I could already imagine Coach Payne's smiling face after showing us how to do a certain workout or something. Of all the boys in the school, I chose my teacher. Fuck love logic.

 

After a discussion of how much (Y/F/N) was proud of me for trying to get the boys' attention, we exited into the gym and headed for our lines. The guys were already lined up. Coach Payne came out to greet everyone.

 

"Hello, Katie. Mark, Jason. Hi (Y/F/N)." He stopped at me, his smile leaving his face. It awkwardly returned. "Uh... Good morning, (Y/N)." He quickly turned away and walked to the middle of the gym floor. "Alright, everyone. As you know, today is co-ed gym-- physical education. There will be the usual exercises, then the gym will be separated into different activities for you to choose from."

 

I found myself desperately trying to see his face as he spoke. Why wasn't he looking this way? Was there something wrong with my face? No, I had just seen myself in the mirror a couple minutes ago. Then what was it?

 

"Um, right then... Sit-ups, legs crossed and in the air. First set." Everyone immediately got into position and began their workout, now accustomed to actually working hard in gym. He was such a great teacher, and in such great shape-- which is important for a gym teacher, right? I pushed away the thoughts, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.

 

As I did the sitting-up part of the sit-up, I noticed the boys from the other side looking my way. They were probably looking at (Y/F/N), I thought. But as I finished the set, I was positive it was me they were looking at. A few finished and set flirty remarks. I quickly went to sitting position, trying to ignore the comments. I wasn't used to this kind of treatment.