The students all piled into the classroom. "Morning class, I'm Mr.Way, I'll be covering for Mrs.Keegan. I don't know how long for but all I heard is that she is having a baby." I looked to the back of the room and noticed a really cute boy. He had black spiked up hair, with the shaved sides dyed bleach blonde. He was wearing red eyeliner and had the dreamiest eyes ever! What are you thinking Gee, he's only 16. I told myself, mentally. He really was cute though. "Right class, I don't know you and you don't know me, so if I point to you, you say your name and one or two things that you like." I pointed to a girl with long blonde hair, she was wearing an Iron Maiden T-shirt and loads of eyeliner.
"My names Christina and I like bunnies and Iron Maiden." she seemed shy.
"Good choice." I smiled. She smiled back. I then pointed to the boy at the back.
"Oh, um, I'm Frank and I like playing my guitar and I guess, The misfits."
"Also, really good choices." I smiled and bit my lip. He blushed a little and smiled. It was only 10 minutes into the lesson after I got round everyone. "Right guys. No one has left me any lesson plans, so just draw anything you want while I work on a plan for our next lesson okay?" everyone nodded.

Frank's POV

Mr.Way seems really nice, and he keeps flashing me little smiles and when he notices I'm looking, he instantly looks away. Harry Styles, a jock and my mortal enemy, threw a scrunched up piece of note book paper at my head. I opened it up and saw what it said, it said, "Go die, you little faggot. From Harry Styles." I angrily threw it on the floor. Mr.Way saw that I threw something to the floor, and got up to read it. The anger that built up in his face was almost unreal.
"Harry Styles! Get out of this class room now!" he yelled, causing everyone to look up. Harry instantly got up from his chair, with a look of shock spread across his face. No teacher has ever done anything about the bullies before. He came over and crouched down by my desk so he was at eye level with me. "Are you okay, Frank?" he asked. I could tell he was concerned.
"Yeah, I'm pretty used to it by now." I said looking into his eyes. God those eyes! I wanted him to have me in every way possible!
"Well, I'm free on lunch times, if you want to talk to me. You can talk to me any time you like, if I have students in we'll have to be quiet." I just nodded. God he is, well, God! He left me to get on with my drawing. Everyone else was just doodling, but this was a proper sketch.
The bell rang, making me jump! I pushed my pencil in my bag and carefully put my drawing into my folder and then into my bag, so it doesn't get creased.

Notes

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