Needless to say the next day I had nothing to do. I always finished before everyone else due to my sheer lack of talent, so I was left drumming my pencil on the table and trying not to make my glances at Mr. Way too obvious. But it was casual Friday, and damn did he look good. His hair was mussed up, he was wearing a black t-shirt and (get this) skinny jeans, and I detected a hint of eyeliner on his face. In other words, instant boner if viewed for large amounts of time.

“What was that, Jeremy?” Mr. Way spoke up suddenly. I hadn’t even heard anyone say anything.

The kid (whose name was apparently Jeremy) got a defiant look on his face, “I just said once an emo fag, always an emo fag. You make me uncomfortable.”

“Hmmm...I can’t say I understand. Would you mind clarifying?” I had no idea how he kept his cool. I would have been on that guy in seconds.

“Yeah, Gerard, I can. How do I know you aren’t up there planning a sexual attack on me? On any of us? We all know you have a fucked up mind.” Would it be terrible to admit that at that point I thought, please be planning a sexual attack on me? Of course it would…Oh well, too late now.

Mr. Way just nodded and pulled something out of his desk. A write-up slip, “Would you mind repeating that last bit?”

“Yeah. You’re a fucked up sicko and I don’t want you as a teacher.”

With a nod he tore the slip out of the book and held it out, “I’m sorry you feel that way. Unfortunately, schedule changes go by semester. Until December maybe you can grow accustomed to the I.S.S room.”

“What the fuck ever,” Jeremy said as he packed up his things and left in an angry huff.

That was that. I went back to my tapping and the others started chattering idly. Then Mr. Way spoke up again, “Oh, Frank, would you mind following him to make sure he gets to the office? Call me crazy, but I don’t quite trust him.”

For some reason his addressing me in class had my heart pounding, “Yes, sir,” I said quickly before going after Jeremy. It didn’t take long to catch up. I decided to stay a bit behind him just to see what he’d do. That turned out to be slipping into the bathroom. Which wasn’t the principal’s office. But maybe he just had to pee first. I decided to wait.

After about five minutes I realized he wasn’t coming out. I went in after him and found him leaning against a wall texting on his phone. I wasn’t sure what to do. This was sure to cause some sort of problem between him and me. Mr. Way had charged me with getting him to the office. If I didn’t do it I could get ISS. I cleared my throat and he looked up.

“What do you want, Fag?” he spat at me.

“You’re supposed to be in the principal’s office,” I pointed out.

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah? And? Get lost, freak.”

I shook my head, “You don’t understand. It’s my job to make sure you get there.”

“Oh? So that creep Gerard thought I’d run off?”

“He was right wasn’t he?”

He barked out a short laugh, “Fine. I’ll go, but you should be scared. We all know you’re the teacher’s pet. So you’re probably his target. Or maybe you wouldn’t mind that, fag.”

I tried my hardest to contain the blush that rose to my cheeks. I had no idea if he actually saw it, but I rushed back to class anyway. He was wrong. He had to be. Even if Mr. Way was some sort of sexual predator, there was no way he’d be after me. I’m too ugly. Too plain. Too short. The list goes on, with not one positive thing in it.

Except that we had a lot in common. But that meant nothing. There were countless people out there with the same interests as me. And they weren’t all banging at my door trying to get in my pants. Of course not. I had nothing to offer.

…

After class Mr. Way motioned me up to his desk before I could start cleaning. Once I was there, he started talking.

“What did he do?” It took a while to process the question, because my brain was mush so close to such utter sexiness.

“I…uh….he tried to hide out in the bathroom.”

“Yeah? Did he give you any trouble?” I shook my head, and he swiveled his chair toward me, “Then what’s wrong?”

“Wh-what? Nothing. I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I’m not stupid, Frank. I can tell when someone isn’t fine.”

I sighed. Should I tell him? He didn’t necessarily have to know all the details…And he did say I could talk to him about anything, “Have you ever liked someone you shouldn’t?” Yeah. I was so subtle.

He wasn’t even fazed, “Yes, I suppose you could say I did.”

“Well, what do you do in a situation like that?”

He thought for a bit, “It depends on who the person is. The situation. Do they already have a significant other?”

“Not that I know of,” Then again, I didn’t know. He could have a girlfriend. What if he did? That would suck. Royally.

“So it’s a friend?”

A friend? Well, considering he was the only person who would talk to me without throwing in an insult, “I guess you could say that.”

"Can i ask their name?" Crap.

"I'd rather you didn't..."

He nodded, "So it's a guy."

I felt my cheeks go red. How was he figuring all this out just based on what i said? Any further and he'd know I was talking about him! I nodded meekly and looked away. I felt his hand on my chin as he pulled my face back to look at him.

'It's all right, Frank. I've been known to enjoy the occasional dick too."

There he went with the cussing again. I briefly wondered what he'd do if I cussed. Might as well test it, "Nice to know...But it's more complicated than that. He...Fuck I don't even know how to explain it."

He chuckled, "You're cute when you cuss." Cute? Cute?! I stared at him for a moment and he continued, "Why don't you pretend it's not you with this problem. Pretend you're someone else. What would they be going through?"

I wasn't playing along anymore, "Why don't you tell me about the person you aren't supposed to like?" I had a hunch, and it was twisting my stomach in nervous knots."

He got a sinister grin, which really almost scared me, "Do you really wanna know, Frankie?"

Something about the way he was looking at me had me nodding blindly. And then he was moving closer. And his hand was on the back of my head. And our lips were pressed together. Hunch confirmed. I was kissing the hottest man on Earth. No...He was kissing me. I was standing there doing nothing.

Then i snapped out of it. I started moving my lips fervently against his. He moved me gently into his lap and I tangled my fingers in his hair. So soft. Dream realized. I couldn't think much after that. I was too consumed by all that was Mr. Way. His hands were finding their way underneath my shirt. They traced patterns on my back. It was so wrong. But it felt so right. And then we had to break for air.

I stared at him gasping for a few moments. He just stroked my face and stared back as if I was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. "Mr. Way?" I finally choked out.

"Please, call me Gee." He said softly.

"Okay. Gee. With all due respect...What the fuck?"

He smiled, "Now there's an idea." I raised an eyebrow at him. He leaned in close, "Let me fuck you." He whispered seductively in my ear.

It was then that I realized that "something" was pressing really hard into my ass. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put that together with the fact that I was on Gerard's lap. I jumped up and started backing away. This was moving way to fast. But I wanted it. Oh, God did I want it. I held up my hand.

"I'll have to take a rain check on that." And then I bolted from the room.

Notes

Oh, man that was fun to write. I thought about teasing you guys and holding off the frerard, but then i was like nah just jump into it. so enjoy that.
@Mirror_Mayhem: pervy enough yet?

so as i was typing this a friend's little sister said something about me "playing" on the computer. i don't see this as playing. it's building a career. the way i see it, if i harness and build my skills writing fanfiction one day i'll be able to write full length novels.

anyway on to writing Gee's POV now. I'll try to get it up before i leave this internet, but no promises.