What Happens in Art Class...
Chapter 7 (G)
“Mr. Way?”
The nasally voice of the office attendant rang over the intercom, effectively interrupting my lecture over proper ribbon shading. I really wanted to retort in a sarcastic way, but I held it in, “Yes?”
“Is there a Mr. Frank Iero in there?”
Frank? What did they want with Frank? “Yes, there is.”
“Can you tell him that his mother will be picking him up after school today?”
Frank looked about the way that I felt. If his mother was picking him up, we wouldn’t have our usual afternoon together. I wanted to question Frank about it, but it wasn’t really a convenient time to do so. Instead I affirmed that Frank had heard them to the office and continued with my lesson.
Frank wasn’t able to stay after school for over a week after that. I didn’t understand what was going on. Had his mom somehow found out about us? But if that was the case, why hadn’t she called the cops? There had to be some other reason. And I didn’t find that out until the new kid came.
I had been told I was getting some kid named George in my last hour. Naturally, I was expecting another snot nosed freshman that couldn’t tell a pencil from a charcoal stick. Imagine my surprise when my class was interrupted by a rather attractive (in an objective way) boy with soft looking brown hair and an obvious infatuation with eye makeup.
“And who might you be?” I asked him, just to make sure it was the right kid.
“I, um, I’m Ryan Ross? I’m new here today.” Ross…That was the right name. But Ryan didn’t fit.
“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…” I couldn’t blame him. I would go by something else if my name was George too. I glanced around the room to see that the only open seat was front and center next to Frank. When did the class get so full? Whatever. It’s not like I was complaining, the kid was cute. Not as cute as Frank, but it’s always nice to have a little change of scenery.
“Right, well, have a seat up here and Franklin there will give you a rundown on the current assignment.” I knew that was a terrible thing to expect. Frank couldn’t keep his own project straight, let alone someone else’s.
To my surprise, the two boys fell into easy conversation. Considering Frank’s antisocial nature, that was practically a miracle. It didn’t concern me too much, though, so I tuned them out and went back to my online art theory class. God, I hated that. The things they used to turn art into theory were ridiculous. There were too many ways to interpret a painting without knowing the artist’s true motive. How was I supposed to pick the right one?
Then something caught my ear, “So, isn’t the teacher the hottest thing on this planet?” So the new kid had taken a liking to me. That was probably a bad thing. Frank would rip him to shreds. I was just waiting for some sort of jealous retort that would give us away.
“He’s okay,” the untruthfulness of that statement had me smirking. I was so sure we were done for. He was too smart for that though.
The next time my attention was grabbed was near the end of the hour as I was logging off my computer. Frank’s lovely voice broke through my thoughts, “Hey, uh…You wouldn’t mind meeting my mom after school…Would you?” Weird request after just one class…
“Your mom?”
“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.” Well that answered a lot of questions. And it was one freaky coincidence. Note to self, though: restrain from attacking Frank’s neck. I could do it if our entire relationship was at stake. Probably. Then again, I was a weak man. And the body wants what the body wants…
Before I knew it I had lost myself in thoughts of Frank and the bell was ringing. Frank exited, still talking to that Ryan kid. I was kind of nervous about how things were going to play out outside. Even if his mom believed him about Ryan, wouldn’t she just think the hickies came from him? He would probably still be punished.
I decided not to worry about it and turned to a personal art project. I had no idea what it was going to be. I just let my hand glide across the paper, adding sketchy lines here and there. It was forming a picture, and a pretty decent one. This was the true definition of drawing your feelings. Or rather, letting your feelings draw.
I looked up when I felt a presence looming over me. Frank was standing there, looking very pleased with himself.
“Hey, I missed you,” he leaned in and kissed my cheek.
I didn’t have time to be caught up in how cute that sounded. He had insulted me earlier, and I hadn’t forgotten, “I’m just ‘okay?’”
He laughed and found his way into my lap. Then he kissed me in a very sexy way, damn him, “Mr. Way, by now you must know that you are much, much better than okay.”
Did I know that? It was time to toy with him a little. I always loved to see his face when I did, “I dunno, you sounded pretty convincing. That Ryan boy, on the other hand, he had the right idea.”
This earned me a rather weak punch to the arm, “Don’t even joke like that! Ryan is a creep, I can already tell.”
His nose was scrunched up in the most adorable way. I just wanted to kiss it off his face, “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“It’s not funny. You’re not allowed to think of anyone else. Especially another student.”
I kissed the top of his head to reassure him, but continued with the teasing, “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.” It really was just teasing. I found others attractive, sure, but they couldn’t possibly compare to my Frankie.
He didn’t seem to get the joke. He even went as far as to stand up and back away, “Take that back. Otherwise I’ll go find someone else and you can have creepy Ryan.”
Find someone else? Over a little joke? I wasn’t aiming for that result! I just wanted to mess with him a little is all. “Frankie! I don’t even want that kid!” Okay, half-truth. Ryan had a nice bit of sexiness to him. “He could never compare to you.” Full truth. Obviously.
He seemed satisfied at that and climbed back into my lap, “Good. And don’t you forget it.”
I kissed him, “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
The nasally voice of the office attendant rang over the intercom, effectively interrupting my lecture over proper ribbon shading. I really wanted to retort in a sarcastic way, but I held it in, “Yes?”
“Is there a Mr. Frank Iero in there?”
Frank? What did they want with Frank? “Yes, there is.”
“Can you tell him that his mother will be picking him up after school today?”
Frank looked about the way that I felt. If his mother was picking him up, we wouldn’t have our usual afternoon together. I wanted to question Frank about it, but it wasn’t really a convenient time to do so. Instead I affirmed that Frank had heard them to the office and continued with my lesson.
Frank wasn’t able to stay after school for over a week after that. I didn’t understand what was going on. Had his mom somehow found out about us? But if that was the case, why hadn’t she called the cops? There had to be some other reason. And I didn’t find that out until the new kid came.
I had been told I was getting some kid named George in my last hour. Naturally, I was expecting another snot nosed freshman that couldn’t tell a pencil from a charcoal stick. Imagine my surprise when my class was interrupted by a rather attractive (in an objective way) boy with soft looking brown hair and an obvious infatuation with eye makeup.
“And who might you be?” I asked him, just to make sure it was the right kid.
“I, um, I’m Ryan Ross? I’m new here today.” Ross…That was the right name. But Ryan didn’t fit.
“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…” I couldn’t blame him. I would go by something else if my name was George too. I glanced around the room to see that the only open seat was front and center next to Frank. When did the class get so full? Whatever. It’s not like I was complaining, the kid was cute. Not as cute as Frank, but it’s always nice to have a little change of scenery.
“Right, well, have a seat up here and Franklin there will give you a rundown on the current assignment.” I knew that was a terrible thing to expect. Frank couldn’t keep his own project straight, let alone someone else’s.
To my surprise, the two boys fell into easy conversation. Considering Frank’s antisocial nature, that was practically a miracle. It didn’t concern me too much, though, so I tuned them out and went back to my online art theory class. God, I hated that. The things they used to turn art into theory were ridiculous. There were too many ways to interpret a painting without knowing the artist’s true motive. How was I supposed to pick the right one?
Then something caught my ear, “So, isn’t the teacher the hottest thing on this planet?” So the new kid had taken a liking to me. That was probably a bad thing. Frank would rip him to shreds. I was just waiting for some sort of jealous retort that would give us away.
“He’s okay,” the untruthfulness of that statement had me smirking. I was so sure we were done for. He was too smart for that though.
The next time my attention was grabbed was near the end of the hour as I was logging off my computer. Frank’s lovely voice broke through my thoughts, “Hey, uh…You wouldn’t mind meeting my mom after school…Would you?” Weird request after just one class…
“Your mom?”
“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.” Well that answered a lot of questions. And it was one freaky coincidence. Note to self, though: restrain from attacking Frank’s neck. I could do it if our entire relationship was at stake. Probably. Then again, I was a weak man. And the body wants what the body wants…
Before I knew it I had lost myself in thoughts of Frank and the bell was ringing. Frank exited, still talking to that Ryan kid. I was kind of nervous about how things were going to play out outside. Even if his mom believed him about Ryan, wouldn’t she just think the hickies came from him? He would probably still be punished.
I decided not to worry about it and turned to a personal art project. I had no idea what it was going to be. I just let my hand glide across the paper, adding sketchy lines here and there. It was forming a picture, and a pretty decent one. This was the true definition of drawing your feelings. Or rather, letting your feelings draw.
I looked up when I felt a presence looming over me. Frank was standing there, looking very pleased with himself.
“Hey, I missed you,” he leaned in and kissed my cheek.
I didn’t have time to be caught up in how cute that sounded. He had insulted me earlier, and I hadn’t forgotten, “I’m just ‘okay?’”
He laughed and found his way into my lap. Then he kissed me in a very sexy way, damn him, “Mr. Way, by now you must know that you are much, much better than okay.”
Did I know that? It was time to toy with him a little. I always loved to see his face when I did, “I dunno, you sounded pretty convincing. That Ryan boy, on the other hand, he had the right idea.”
This earned me a rather weak punch to the arm, “Don’t even joke like that! Ryan is a creep, I can already tell.”
His nose was scrunched up in the most adorable way. I just wanted to kiss it off his face, “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“It’s not funny. You’re not allowed to think of anyone else. Especially another student.”
I kissed the top of his head to reassure him, but continued with the teasing, “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.” It really was just teasing. I found others attractive, sure, but they couldn’t possibly compare to my Frankie.
He didn’t seem to get the joke. He even went as far as to stand up and back away, “Take that back. Otherwise I’ll go find someone else and you can have creepy Ryan.”
Find someone else? Over a little joke? I wasn’t aiming for that result! I just wanted to mess with him a little is all. “Frankie! I don’t even want that kid!” Okay, half-truth. Ryan had a nice bit of sexiness to him. “He could never compare to you.” Full truth. Obviously.
He seemed satisfied at that and climbed back into my lap, “Good. And don’t you forget it.”
I kissed him, “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
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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