Yes, Mr Sykes - (COMPLETED)

Part 2- "I fail at Music".

"Right, are you coming now?" Lizzie asked, slamming a book onto the table. I jumped slightly and sighed.

"What's with you? Slamming stuff about." I frowned slightly.

"You, stop staring at him." Lizzie muttered quietly as Mr.Sykes walked over to us.

"Everything ok girls?" he asked, glancing at me. I smiled slightly and nodded.

"Yes, thanks Sir." Lizzie mumbled through gritted teeth.

He frowned at her slightly and walked to the front of the class again as everyone else started to leave.

"I am not staring at him. Bugger off and go and see Jay will you? You're beginning to piss me off." I muttered as I packed my stuff away.

"Fine, have fun in Music." Lizzie said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes. I hated Music. I had chosen it as a subject, thinking I could do well. I hated the teacher, and I was the only student that actually did music because it was that bad.

"Beth? Did Lizzie say you have music?" I heard a voice say. I looked up from my hands and smiled.

"Yes Sir."

"Oh, well I'm going over to the music block now, if you want to wait a few minutes?" Mr.Sykes said.

I smiled to myself and nodded.

I sat myself on the edge of the desk and watched him carefully.

He moved very slowly, as if he was trying to be precise about whatever he was doing.

"Right, shall we go then?" He smiled slightly.

I knew what Lizzie was saying now.

He did look too young to be a teacher, he acted very nervous as well.

We started walking to the music block, in silence,

"This is awkward." He chuckled slightly, breaking the silence.

I smiled slightly. What the hell was I meant to say?

"How are you liking the school so far?" I asked, glancing over at him.

As soon as I looked at him, my eyes couldn't help but wonder over the incredible features that made up his face.

He smiled, showing off his amazing teeth and causing his nose to scrunch up slightly.

What the hell was I doing?

Checking out my English teacher, that's what I was doing.

WHY?!

He wasn't hard to look at, that's why.

I looked away from him and looked ahead of me as he said "It's strange, I'm not used to anything yet. Luckily I have the subject I was best at in school myself next."

"What's that?" I asked, not risking to look at him again in case I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Makes me sound like a bit of a creep.

'Hi, I'm Beth. I spent my last year at high school staring my English teacher up.'

No, I don't think so.

"Music." He replied. His voice went amazingly deep and caused shivers to travel up and down my spine and arms.

"Oh right." I muttered, my voice barely a whisper.

"Is that a problem?"

I shook my head.

What the hell?

I'd made an idiot of myself already, and I had to last an hour with him.

And it was just him.

No one else bothered to do Music.

"What's happened to Mr.Lawson then?" I asked as we both walked into the Music room.

"He's left for a few months, his wife just had a little boy so he wants to spend time with them." Mr.Sykes smiled as he walked over to the piano.

"You play?" I asked stupidly. Duh. Of course he played, otherwise he wouldn't be sat at the piano would he?

"Yeah." he laughed softly. I sat next to him, just a few inches parting our arms.

I watched him carefully again, as if I was studying his every move, which in a way I was.

His fingers moved skilfully over the keys and I smiled as I watched.

He seemed to be showing off a bit, trying to impress someone.

Whatever song it was, it was very slow and calming. I actually liked it, and I normally hated stuff like that.

"Wow. That was amazing." I whispered as he stopped playing and the surroundings turned quiet again.

He blushed slightly and smiled.

"Thanks."

Why was he blushing from a compliment from a student?

"Do you play anything?" Mr.Sykes asked, looking over at me. I looked back at him and nodded.

"Yeah, but I fail at Music." I laughed slightly.

I suddenly turned nervous and shy, which wasn't like me at all,

"I'm sure that's not true. Why don't you play something for me?" He suggested.

I shook my head. "No, because after what you've just played I'd seem abnormally crap."

"Please?" he begged. I looked at him and smiled faintly. The light from the ceiling reflected off his eyes and I shivered slightly. I had been proven right, his eyes were green and they were amazing up close.

"No." I smirked as I walked to the other side of the class.

"At least tell me what you play?" Mr.Sykes said.

I sighed softly. Why was I acting like this around a bloody teacher?

"Shouldn't we be getting on with the lesson anyway?" I asked. I didn't really ask him, it was more like telling him.

I heard him sigh softly before watching him stand up from the piano.

What the hell was happening..