What If They Find Out

"Tonight's homework is to read a short story on something that inspires you and sketch your favorite character in the setting," Mr. Way called from the front of the room, mere milliseconds from the bell.

As I began to walk out of the room Mr. Way called my name. A few people snickered and the rest ran to their next class. "Remember, we have a lesson after school today," he said. "Yes, I'll be there," I replied. He nodded and I practically ran out of the room to my next class.

I took a seat in French. I have no idea what the point of this class was. It's not like I was moving to France anytime soon. Anyway as the teacher began to talk I took out my notebook and started to doodle. She never questioned this because she had bad vision and always thought that I was taking notes. "Mr. Iero?" She questioned. "Uh, 1492?" I answered more like a question. " No, Mr. Iero. Does anyone else have an idea?" Later on I found out that the question was How would you ask someone what their name was in French? Oops, oh well. The bell rang and I dashed out of the room and to my locker.

I dumped everything inside the small metal compartment and walked down to the cafeteria. "Emo fag!" someone jeered and shoved me into a locker. I shook myself off and continued to the cafeteria. When I got there I took a seat at the first empty table and opened my lunch bag. I sat there silently eating my PBJ sandwich. I would sit with Mikey, but he has lunch next period. Damn this stupid schedule!

The rest of the day passed by quickly. By the end of the day, all I could think of was my lesson with Mr. Way tonight. So maybe I thought my art teacher was hot but, what can I say, he is. I just hoped that my dad remembered that I told him I would be at school late on Mondays from now on.

I grabbed my bag and things from my locker and headed down to the art room. I texted Mikey that I wouldn't be going straight home today and to go home alone now.

When I entered the room Mr. Way was sitting at his desk going through a stack of papers. "Mr. Way," I mumbled. He didn't hear me. "Mr. Way," I said a little louder this time. "Oh, sorry. What is it?" He said and then looked up, "Oh good, Frank, it's you,"

I looked down at my feet, but something caught my eye when I looked down. I was pretty sure that he had a boner. However, I could have just been seeing things. I decided to ignore it and pretend that I hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary.


My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Way saying, "So are you ready to begin?"

Notes

Hey guys, so third chapter already! I finally made this one longer. So either tonight or tomorrow I will be posting the next chapter. Thank you for reading! :)