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What If They Find Out

Thinking of You

By the time I got home, I realized exactly what had just happened. My teacher who I'd been slightly attracted to kissed me, and I kissed him back! But it couldn't have been that simple, could it. Oh fuck, school is going to be so awkward tomorrow.

Then I thought about the worst possible scenario.

Someone could find out what happened.

He could be arrested. Who knows what my dad would do? I was so ashamed. If Mr. Way got into trouble it would be all my fault. However, there is no way anyone could find out. We were in the one security camera's blind spot. Also, I doubt that he would tell anyone.

And that meant that I couldn't tell anyone either. The only person I would have told is Mikey anyway. Plus Mikey already has enough of his own relationship drama, not that Mr. Way and I are in a relationship. At that moment, I was so glad that I was gay. Thinking about Mikey's on again off again girlfriend made me remember how hard it was to understand women.

I decided that I should probably get the rest of my homework done. I hopped off of the brown felt couch and stepped onto the soft blue carpet. I slid across the gray tiles in the kitchen to grab a snack for while I worked.

When I got to my room I dropped my bag net to my dark brown desk. The desk was part of a nice modern set of my bed, desk, and dresser. I took a seat in the black swivel chair and stared at my red walls. They were covered in band posters and other random crap.

Realizing that I probably stalled for a while, I set off to work. Science was making a lot more sense now that Mr. Way helped me. When I finished the two assignments I had, I looked at the papers with approval. Then I went on to language arts. I was worse at this subject than math now but I still think that I did decent on my homework tonight.

Finally I moved onto French. This was the one subject that Mr. Way didn't help me with. We were supposed to make twenty flash cards for common things found in a bathroom. So I wrote down everything in English. On the other side of the cards I scribbled down some random letters. She'd have to give me point for trying, right?

Throughout the entire evening all I could think about was Mr. Way. Every time I picked up an assignment I'd think of him holding it in front of me and going through it. Every time I walked across the room to get the pencil I'd flung I would imagine him walking across the classroom looking at us. Every time I thought about texting Mikey I thought of his brother Mr. Way.

Then I remembered that I had art homework. I decided that my inspiration was him. He was so smart and handsome, and kind. Yet I had to do it on a book. After a few minutes I figured out what I would do.

I pulled out a yearbook from one of the storage spaces in my desk. Once I found him in the staff section I considered that reading my short story. Now this was my best class. I had been getting b's in art and I was proud of that. I sketched out his face. Then his body, followed by his limbs. Once I had that completed I moved onto the setting. I drew him standing in front of the white board with a huge grin on his face. When I was finished I felt very proud and placed the drawing carefully in my bag.

I kind of wondered what he would think when he saw it. Maybe I should take a break from thinking of him. So I took one final bite of my granola bar and through the wrapper away.

Eventually I realized that there was no way I could stop thinking of him so I went to bed, only to dream about him.
---------------------------------------------------Mr. Way's POV----------------------------------------------------
I tried to grade papers but I couldn't stop thinking of him.

What if someone found out?

Why did he kiss me?

Why was I so stupid to ask him such a private question?

Why was I so stupid to kiss him?

I really needed to relax so I layed down on my red black comforter and closed my eyes. I fell into a deep sleep a few minutes later. In this sleep I dreamed of him.

Notes

So I noticed that more people have been subscribing and reading. Thank You all so much. I hope you all love this story as much as I do. Feel free to leave tips or suggestions in the comments. :)

Comments

@Killjoyforlife
of course :)

AwSugar AwSugar
3/5/15

@Killjoyforlife
I think it's pretty great. We always think it could be better. Nothing wrong w revising. Can't wait for the sequel. After Frank's grad sounds great. We all know what Gee can finally do to Frankie after graduation. ;)

@Hail of Bullets
Thanks for your opinion. And also, thank you for thinking about me too. It's always nice to see that someone cares about my thoughts. :)

@Sharpest_Life_B
Thank you for sharing that. I was thinking a lot of the same things when I wrote that about Bob. It's great to know that people are really getting something out of my story. And I know that it was pretty rushed. I am kind of disappointed with the story. But I would like to do better during the sequel. Which I was planning for after Frank graduates. :)

I'd like a sequel to this. I think this one may have ended just a bit ubruptly but I see how it's an end. I would like to see how they fair in the future. maybe after Frank is 18?