What Happens in Art Class...

I had been counting the days, and a month had definitely passed since parent-teacher conferences. It was kind of bugging me that Frank still hadn’t come back over. Not only was I lonely, but Mikey was like an annoying gnat in my ear about it. The kid was practically more involved in the relationship that I was! Anyway, after what I deemed an acceptable amount of time I decided to start hinting at what I wanted. I planned to wait until after class, but when my eyes accidentally met his I couldn’t help but make bedroom eyes at him. Completely unprofessional, but also very effective.


I saw Frank scribble on a piece of paper a few seconds later and slide it over to Ryan. Now, in normal circumstances I would have jumped on the opportunity to do something cliché and snatched the note in order to read it to the class. I never got to do that because of cell phones…They just took all the fun out of being a teacher. That wasn’t the only reason I didn’t snatch it, though. For one, I allowed talking in my class in most cases. Listening to the petty conversations of teenagers was surprisingly good for gaining inspiration. For two, Frank hated Ryan, so I knew exactly what was on that note.


After Ryan had slid the paper back and a small smile had been placed onto Frank’s face I went back to work. I was in the middle of a really difficult chalk sketch and I really didn’t need any more distractions. They’re kind of hard to avoid when you’re an art teacher, though.


“Hey, Gee….uh…I mean, Mr. Way?” I looked up at Frank who was as red as an apple while the rest of the class snickered quietly. They probably expected me to scold him, but how do you reprimand a face that cute?


“Yes Franklin?”


“Uh…Can you help with my painting? I can’t get this color right…”
He was asking the right person. I love mixing colors. There’s just something satisfactory about finding just the right balance of shades…So I mixed his color and sat back down. That sketch wasn’t going to finish itself.

…


I waited nervously, drumming my fingers as Frank called his Mom. He sounded like the perfect child during the conversation, all “yes Ma’am’s” and “please and thank-you’s.” I almost didn’t recognize him. I had never seen someone so apparently terrified of their own mother.


“So, what’d she say?” I dared to ask once his phone was hung up.


“She said that since it’s Friday I might as well spend the night.” I was definitely starting to like his mother.


“That’s great,” I pulled him into a kiss that became steadily more graphic until I somehow found myself with his straddling my lap with our tongues rammed down each other’s throats. Definitely wasn’t complaining, but something was nagging me in the back of my mind about the situation. The thought hit me just as I heard the voice: We never closed the door.


“I knew it!” Ryan exclaimed from the open passage.
Frank broke away and flipped around, clearly shocked, “Ryan! Uh….Kn-knew what?”


“That you’re fucking the teacher, of course.” Again with that wording. I seriously prefer “dating” or even “courting” but fucking? I mean, sometimes yeah, but that is not the correct definition for our relationship.


“B-but…No I’m not,” Frank gave a weak attempt at nonchalance.


“Uh-huh. Sure you’re not.” Ryan said smoothly as he shut the door and strode forward, “So how long’s it been going on?”


I decided it was time to intervene. “Ryan, you’ve gotten the wrong impression. I’ve never slept with this student. That would be illegal and against school policy.” I said in my sternest teacher’s voice. It wasn’t much more of an effort than Frank’s attempt, but I had authority. Maybe I could scare him.


“I’ll play along. If you really haven’t, then…Why not? The entire situation is in your control. If nothing else you could lock the door and have a freaky afternoon on your desk.”


“Frank makes too much noise for that to work,” The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop them.


“Ha! So you admit it!”


“Yeah, so? What do you mean by ‘I knew it’ anyway? How did you know?” Frank finally cracked.


“As if you need to ask. Let’s see…You’re way over protective when I talk about him, you stay after school every day, I always see you looking at each other in class, and…um…Oh yeah. A couple weeks ago I walked in here because I forgot something….And I heard some very questionable noises from the supply closet. You only confirmed my theory with your little slip of the tongue today. Didn’t he, Gee?”


That did not sit well with me. Only the people closest to me get to call me Gee, and he was not one of them. Plus he said it in such an evil tone…
“What are you gonna do now that you know?” Frank asked the question I should have been thinking.


“Well…It would be no fun to turn you in…Hmmm….I’m not sure. I’ll think of something that I want out of you. For now, go back to what you were doing. I don’t mind.” Ryan gave an irritating wink before leaving. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t even slightly shaken, but I somehow felt like his threat was empty. He just wanted to scare us. Because of this, I had no problem with following his instructions and continuing mine and Frankie’s activities. Unfortunately, though, Frank wasn’t in the same mind frame.


“C’mon, Gee. Let’s go to your house.” I didn’t want to pressure him, so I just nodded and we left.

Notes

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