What Happens in Art Class...
Chapter 2 (G)
I watched Frank hopelessly drumming his pencil on the table. It made me feel really sorry for the little guy. It wasn’t his fault he always got done so early. He had a really cute expression on his face, though. As if he was concentrating really hard on something. I wondered what it was, because he was staring fixatedly on a point above me head.
“…Fag,” the whispered word barely made it to my ear, but I was able to pick out who it was. Some punk who always thought he could take me but never really acted on it.
“What was that, Jeremy?” I asked. It made Frank jump, and suddenly he was focusing again.
“I just said once an emo fag, always an emo fag. You make me uncomfortable.”
Well, that was rude. I wanted to go off on him, tell him off. But as a teacher I had to keep up my appearances, “Hmmm...I can’t say I understand. Would you mind clarifying?”
He scowled, “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.”
If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought that guy was onto my attraction to Frank. But he was dense as a rock, so I knew he didn’t have a clue. He just wanted to insult me. Well, that’s insubordination in my book. I reached into my desk and pulled out a write up slip, “Would you mind repeating that last bit?” Might as well give him one last chance.
“Yeah. You’re a fucked up sicko and I don’t want you as a teacher.”
With every word I filled out more of the slip. When he was done I 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,” He got up and snatched the slip from my hand. The class went back to it’s chatter. And I had an idea. There was no way that kid was going to the principal’s office. I wasn’t stupid. And Frank desperately needed something to do. If I gave him a mission he wouldn’t be so bored.
“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.” I said without looking up.
A few moments later I heard a small, “Yes, sir,” followed by his retreating footsteps.
…
I was curious what had happened. Frank didn’t come back for a while and when he did he looked really upset. It gave an opportunity for me to learn more about him and talk one on one with him. So after school I called him to my desk. He came obediently.
“What did he do?” I asked.
“I…uh….he tried to hide out in the bathroom.” He stuttered out.
“Yeah? Did he give you any trouble?” I saw him shaking his head out of the corner of my eye. I knew he was lying. I turned to face him, “Then what’s wrong?”
His eyes widened, “Wh-what? Nothing. I’m fine.”
I arched an eyebrow at him, “I’m not stupid, Frank. I can tell when someone isn’t fine.”
He chewed on his lip ring a bit before responding to that, “Have you ever liked someone you shouldn’t?”
What? Had he really just asked me that? Could he have figured it out? Better play along to see, ““Yes, I suppose you could say I did.”
“Well, what do you do in a situation like that?” Well it appeared to really be about him.
“It depends on who the person is. The situation. Do they already have a significant other?”
“Not that I know of,” Who could he like that he wouldn’t know the relationship status of? It was starting to sound fishy to me.
“So it’s a friend?”
“I guess you could say that.” He was really good at dodging straight answers, which meant there was something he really didn’t want me knowing.
“Can I ask their name?”
He stiffened, “I’d rather you didn’t…”
“So it’s a guy.” His face turned a dark shade of red, telling me all I needed to know. He nodded and looked away. I couldn’t have that. His facial expressions were telling me so much. I grabbed his chin and brought him back to look at me.
“It's all right, Frank. I've been known to enjoy the occasional dick too.”
"Nice to know...But it's more complicated than that. He...Fuck I don't even know how to explain it." Don’t even know how to explain it? This was starting to sound kinda like how I felt when I thought about him. New possibilities were opening up in my mind. But how was I going to get it out of him?
I chuckled, "You're cute when you cuss." Lucky me, it got to him. He started fidgeting just a bit more. Just one more push and he’d crack, "Why don't you pretend it's not you with this problem. Pretend you're someone else. What would they be going through?"
His eyes narrowed, "Why don't you tell me about the person you aren't supposed to like?" He went on the defensive, which almost confirmed my thinking.
I grinned at him, “Do you really wanna know, Frankie?"
He nodded as if he was in a trance, and I made my move. I grabbed his head and slammed our lips together. They felt exactly like I imagined they would. Soft with the amazing coolness of his lip ring. It wasn’t long before he was kissing back, completely proving me right. I needed him closer, so I pulled him onto my lap. Then he grabbed a couple fistfuls of my hair. He probably would have decided against that if he knew how much of a turn-on it was for me.
I pulled away to catch my breath and began stroking his soft face. Even though I had already guessed it I was having a hard time grasping the fact that he kissed back. My sexy little student kissed back. I was practically able to claim him as mine.
“Mr. Way?” He said. I was tired of that. If he was going to be mine, he was going to use my name.
“Please, call me Gee.”
"Okay. Gee. With all due respect...What the fuck?" More of that amazing cussing. He was driving me insane. And he was still on my lap, irritating the bulge that had formed there. Fuck casual Friday for making me think I could wear skinny jeans and be okay. I was gone, and there was one thing I wanted.
"Now there's an idea." I said with a smile. He seemed confused by that, so I leaned in to explain in his ear, “Let me fuck you.”
He jumped up off my lap then and backed up. I had obviously asked for the wrong thing. He seemed to hesitate for a second before half waving, saying, “I’ll have to take a rain check on that,” and running out.
On the one hand, I had possibly just chased him away for good. On the other, he had said rain check. That left the possibility of future sex open. I really wanted that at that moment. I decided then that I wouldn’t stop until I got it.
“…Fag,” the whispered word barely made it to my ear, but I was able to pick out who it was. Some punk who always thought he could take me but never really acted on it.
“What was that, Jeremy?” I asked. It made Frank jump, and suddenly he was focusing again.
“I just said once an emo fag, always an emo fag. You make me uncomfortable.”
Well, that was rude. I wanted to go off on him, tell him off. But as a teacher I had to keep up my appearances, “Hmmm...I can’t say I understand. Would you mind clarifying?”
He scowled, “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.”
If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought that guy was onto my attraction to Frank. But he was dense as a rock, so I knew he didn’t have a clue. He just wanted to insult me. Well, that’s insubordination in my book. I reached into my desk and pulled out a write up slip, “Would you mind repeating that last bit?” Might as well give him one last chance.
“Yeah. You’re a fucked up sicko and I don’t want you as a teacher.”
With every word I filled out more of the slip. When he was done I 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,” He got up and snatched the slip from my hand. The class went back to it’s chatter. And I had an idea. There was no way that kid was going to the principal’s office. I wasn’t stupid. And Frank desperately needed something to do. If I gave him a mission he wouldn’t be so bored.
“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.” I said without looking up.
A few moments later I heard a small, “Yes, sir,” followed by his retreating footsteps.
…
I was curious what had happened. Frank didn’t come back for a while and when he did he looked really upset. It gave an opportunity for me to learn more about him and talk one on one with him. So after school I called him to my desk. He came obediently.
“What did he do?” I asked.
“I…uh….he tried to hide out in the bathroom.” He stuttered out.
“Yeah? Did he give you any trouble?” I saw him shaking his head out of the corner of my eye. I knew he was lying. I turned to face him, “Then what’s wrong?”
His eyes widened, “Wh-what? Nothing. I’m fine.”
I arched an eyebrow at him, “I’m not stupid, Frank. I can tell when someone isn’t fine.”
He chewed on his lip ring a bit before responding to that, “Have you ever liked someone you shouldn’t?”
What? Had he really just asked me that? Could he have figured it out? Better play along to see, ““Yes, I suppose you could say I did.”
“Well, what do you do in a situation like that?” Well it appeared to really be about him.
“It depends on who the person is. The situation. Do they already have a significant other?”
“Not that I know of,” Who could he like that he wouldn’t know the relationship status of? It was starting to sound fishy to me.
“So it’s a friend?”
“I guess you could say that.” He was really good at dodging straight answers, which meant there was something he really didn’t want me knowing.
“Can I ask their name?”
He stiffened, “I’d rather you didn’t…”
“So it’s a guy.” His face turned a dark shade of red, telling me all I needed to know. He nodded and looked away. I couldn’t have that. His facial expressions were telling me so much. I grabbed his chin and brought him back to look at me.
“It's all right, Frank. I've been known to enjoy the occasional dick too.”
"Nice to know...But it's more complicated than that. He...Fuck I don't even know how to explain it." Don’t even know how to explain it? This was starting to sound kinda like how I felt when I thought about him. New possibilities were opening up in my mind. But how was I going to get it out of him?
I chuckled, "You're cute when you cuss." Lucky me, it got to him. He started fidgeting just a bit more. Just one more push and he’d crack, "Why don't you pretend it's not you with this problem. Pretend you're someone else. What would they be going through?"
His eyes narrowed, "Why don't you tell me about the person you aren't supposed to like?" He went on the defensive, which almost confirmed my thinking.
I grinned at him, “Do you really wanna know, Frankie?"
He nodded as if he was in a trance, and I made my move. I grabbed his head and slammed our lips together. They felt exactly like I imagined they would. Soft with the amazing coolness of his lip ring. It wasn’t long before he was kissing back, completely proving me right. I needed him closer, so I pulled him onto my lap. Then he grabbed a couple fistfuls of my hair. He probably would have decided against that if he knew how much of a turn-on it was for me.
I pulled away to catch my breath and began stroking his soft face. Even though I had already guessed it I was having a hard time grasping the fact that he kissed back. My sexy little student kissed back. I was practically able to claim him as mine.
“Mr. Way?” He said. I was tired of that. If he was going to be mine, he was going to use my name.
“Please, call me Gee.”
"Okay. Gee. With all due respect...What the fuck?" More of that amazing cussing. He was driving me insane. And he was still on my lap, irritating the bulge that had formed there. Fuck casual Friday for making me think I could wear skinny jeans and be okay. I was gone, and there was one thing I wanted.
"Now there's an idea." I said with a smile. He seemed confused by that, so I leaned in to explain in his ear, “Let me fuck you.”
He jumped up off my lap then and backed up. I had obviously asked for the wrong thing. He seemed to hesitate for a second before half waving, saying, “I’ll have to take a rain check on that,” and running out.
On the one hand, I had possibly just chased him away for good. On the other, he had said rain check. That left the possibility of future sex open. I really wanted that at that moment. I decided then that I wouldn’t stop until I got 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