What Happens in Art Class...
Chapter 7 (F)
I walked into my house slowly, trying my hardest not to alert my mother of my presence. I knew she’d be livid. It wasn’t like me to stay out so late with no explanation. And I was returning with a too big shirt. I needed to get up to my room and change before she caught me.
“Frank, honey, is that you?” Crap. She walked into the living room as I was reaching the stairs. I turned and smiled sheepishly. Maybe I could escape her wrath? She did sound pretty worried. That is, until her eyes zeroed in on my neck and narrowed. I needed to tell Gerard no more hickys.
“Where have you been young man?” Her voice was icy.
“I, um…” What to tell her? I couldn’t exactly say I was out having kinky sex with my art teacher, “I was…” Wait, what was the name of the friend I made up last time? Ryan, that was it! “I went to Ryan’s house for a bit. I hope you don’t mind.”
Her eyebrow arched, “And where were you really?”
Stay strong, “I just told you: Ryan’s house.”
She sighed, “All right, if you insist on sticking with that, then I want to meet this Ryan boy.”
Crap.
…
I was super nervous after that. Who wouldn’t be? How on earth was I going to cover this up? Mom doesn’t forget when I’m in trouble. She even started picking me up from school, which made it impossible to have alone time with Gerard. It was so not fair. Fortunately, an answer walked right into my life.
I was working silently on the latest form of artistic torture when I heard the squeak of the door opening. I didn’t bother turning around. It was probably just the principal or something.
“And who might you be?” Gerard asked from the front of the room. That sparked my interest, and I looked back to see a scrawny boy with swishy brown hair and a little too much eyeliner.
He blushed slightly, “I, um, I’m Ryan Ross? I’m new here today.”
Back up. He said his name was Ryan, and he was new. Holy fuck, could it be a more perfect situation?
“I was told I was getting a new student, but I don’t remember the name Ryan…”
“Uh, my first name is George, but…I go by Ryan…”
“Right, well, have a seat up here and Franklin there will give you a rundown on the current assignment.”
I had no idea how he expected me to explain what we were doing, but I appreciated the chance to talk to this new mystery boy. He shuffled forward and sat next to me, smiling slightly, “Hey.”
“Sup? My name’s Frank.”
“Ryan, so, uh, what are we doing?”
“Pffft, fuck if I know. I was handed some colored pencils and told to draw ribbons.”
He nodded, “Sounds easy enough, but…Yours don’t look like ribbons.”
I covered up my picture, “Don’t judge. I never said I was artistic.”
He laughed and leaned in close to my ear, “So, isn’t the teacher the hottest thing on this planet?”
A twinge of jealousy rang through my chest. Oh. Fuck. No. This guy was not going after my Gee. I would tear him apart…Except that at this point I really needed him as my alibi. I shrugged, “He’s okay.” That was a hard lie to get out, and I saw Gerard smirking so I knew he’d heard.
Ryan smirked, “You’re alright, Frank.”
The rest of the hour was spent in idle chatter, which mostly consisted of comparing interests. Our sexuality was practically the only thing we had in common, which was going to make turning this into a friendship really difficult. Still, I kept at it. I was determined to use this guy.
“Hey, uh…You wouldn’t mind meeting my mom after school…Would you?” I asked near the end of the hour.
“Your mom?”
I looked away from him, “Yeah, I uh…I’ve been kinda sneaking out recently and I told her I was at a new kid named Ryan’s house. She believed me at first, but then I got some hickies and…She’s not happy.”
“Wait, you made up a fake new kid named Ryan so your mom wouldn’t know you’re having sex?”
I shrugged, not really sure what else to say.
“Dude, that I the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I’ll do it, just because it’s such a crazy coincident.”
I sighed and smiled, “Thanks.”
The meeting with Mom went great. She was shocked to see that Ryan was a real person, but after some rigorous questioning (in which we lied our asses off and said I got hit in the neck with a dodge ball) she dismissed us. She apparently had shopping to do, and I was free to roam the streets alone again. Ryan offered for me to go to his house for real, but I had better plans.
Luckily, we lived in opposite directions from the school, so I walked toward my house before circling around and going in the back entrance. I found Gerard still in his room, bent over some artwork. I walked up to him and peered at the paper. There wasn’t much on it, but from what I could tell it was going to be awesome. It took a while for him to notice me, but then he looked up.
“Hey, I missed you,” I said, kissing his cheek.
He arched an eyebrow, “I’m just ‘okay’”
I laughed and pushed his chair away from the desk, depositing myself on his lap. Then I kissed him slowly, “Mr. Way, by now you must know that you are much, much better than okay.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist, “I dunno, you sounded pretty convincing. That Ryan boy, on the other hand, he had the right idea.”
I glared and punched his arm, “Don’t even joke like that! Ryan is a creep, I can already tell.”
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
I snuggled into him, “It’s not funny. You’re not allowed to think of anyone else. Especially another student.”
He kissed the top of my head, “But when did this become an exclusive relationship? I thought I was free to be with whoever I want. I mean, it’s not like we’re open anyway.”
I got off his lap and crossed my arms. I knew he was joking, but it still hurt, “Take that back. Otherwise I’ll go find someone else and you can have creepy Ryan.”
He got a genuinely alarmed look on his face, “Frankie! I don’t even want that kid! He could never compare to you.”
I smiled and returned to my former position, “Good. And don’t you forget it.”
“Frank, honey, is that you?” Crap. She walked into the living room as I was reaching the stairs. I turned and smiled sheepishly. Maybe I could escape her wrath? She did sound pretty worried. That is, until her eyes zeroed in on my neck and narrowed. I needed to tell Gerard no more hickys.
“Where have you been young man?” Her voice was icy.
“I, um…” What to tell her? I couldn’t exactly say I was out having kinky sex with my art teacher, “I was…” Wait, what was the name of the friend I made up last time? Ryan, that was it! “I went to Ryan’s house for a bit. I hope you don’t mind.”
Her eyebrow arched, “And where were you really?”
Stay strong, “I just told you: Ryan’s house.”
She sighed, “All right, if you insist on sticking with that, then I want to meet this Ryan boy.”
Crap.
…
I was super nervous after that. Who wouldn’t be? How on earth was I going to cover this up? Mom doesn’t forget when I’m in trouble. She even started picking me up from school, which made it impossible to have alone time with Gerard. It was so not fair. Fortunately, an answer walked right into my life.
I was working silently on the latest form of artistic torture when I heard the squeak of the door opening. I didn’t bother turning around. It was probably just the principal or something.
“And who might you be?” Gerard asked from the front of the room. That sparked my interest, and I looked back to see a scrawny boy with swishy brown hair and a little too much eyeliner.
He blushed slightly, “I, um, I’m Ryan Ross? I’m new here today.”
Back up. He said his name was Ryan, and he was new. Holy fuck, could it be a more perfect situation?
“I was told I was getting a new student, but I don’t remember the name Ryan…”
“Uh, my first name is George, but…I go by Ryan…”
“Right, well, have a seat up here and Franklin there will give you a rundown on the current assignment.”
I had no idea how he expected me to explain what we were doing, but I appreciated the chance to talk to this new mystery boy. He shuffled forward and sat next to me, smiling slightly, “Hey.”
“Sup? My name’s Frank.”
“Ryan, so, uh, what are we doing?”
“Pffft, fuck if I know. I was handed some colored pencils and told to draw ribbons.”
He nodded, “Sounds easy enough, but…Yours don’t look like ribbons.”
I covered up my picture, “Don’t judge. I never said I was artistic.”
He laughed and leaned in close to my ear, “So, isn’t the teacher the hottest thing on this planet?”
A twinge of jealousy rang through my chest. Oh. Fuck. No. This guy was not going after my Gee. I would tear him apart…Except that at this point I really needed him as my alibi. I shrugged, “He’s okay.” That was a hard lie to get out, and I saw Gerard smirking so I knew he’d heard.
Ryan smirked, “You’re alright, Frank.”
The rest of the hour was spent in idle chatter, which mostly consisted of comparing interests. Our sexuality was practically the only thing we had in common, which was going to make turning this into a friendship really difficult. Still, I kept at it. I was determined to use this guy.
“Hey, uh…You wouldn’t mind meeting my mom after school…Would you?” I asked near the end of the hour.
“Your mom?”
I looked away from him, “Yeah, I uh…I’ve been kinda sneaking out recently and I told her I was at a new kid named Ryan’s house. She believed me at first, but then I got some hickies and…She’s not happy.”
“Wait, you made up a fake new kid named Ryan so your mom wouldn’t know you’re having sex?”
I shrugged, not really sure what else to say.
“Dude, that I the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I’ll do it, just because it’s such a crazy coincident.”
I sighed and smiled, “Thanks.”
The meeting with Mom went great. She was shocked to see that Ryan was a real person, but after some rigorous questioning (in which we lied our asses off and said I got hit in the neck with a dodge ball) she dismissed us. She apparently had shopping to do, and I was free to roam the streets alone again. Ryan offered for me to go to his house for real, but I had better plans.
Luckily, we lived in opposite directions from the school, so I walked toward my house before circling around and going in the back entrance. I found Gerard still in his room, bent over some artwork. I walked up to him and peered at the paper. There wasn’t much on it, but from what I could tell it was going to be awesome. It took a while for him to notice me, but then he looked up.
“Hey, I missed you,” I said, kissing his cheek.
He arched an eyebrow, “I’m just ‘okay’”
I laughed and pushed his chair away from the desk, depositing myself on his lap. Then I kissed him slowly, “Mr. Way, by now you must know that you are much, much better than okay.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist, “I dunno, you sounded pretty convincing. That Ryan boy, on the other hand, he had the right idea.”
I glared and punched his arm, “Don’t even joke like that! Ryan is a creep, I can already tell.”
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
I snuggled into him, “It’s not funny. You’re not allowed to think of anyone else. Especially another student.”
He kissed the top of my head, “But when did this become an exclusive relationship? I thought I was free to be with whoever I want. I mean, it’s not like we’re open anyway.”
I got off his lap and crossed my arms. I knew he was joking, but it still hurt, “Take that back. Otherwise I’ll go find someone else and you can have creepy Ryan.”
He got a genuinely alarmed look on his face, “Frankie! I don’t even want that kid! He could never compare to you.”
I smiled and returned to my former position, “Good. And don’t you forget it.”
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Sorry...I really had planned to wrap it up in a concise way, but the passion for this story just isn't in me anymore...
9/22/16