Don't Stand So Close To Me

"NO! Absolutely not! Frank I'm not going to agree to this." I growled.

"There's no other way, if we turn him in to the fucking cops he'll rat us out. We can't just let the little shit get away with what he's doing!" Frank snapped back.

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE KILL HIM. He has NO idea we even know about his little trafficking business. If we give an anonymous tip, there'd be no way to trace it back to us."

Franks eyes widened, as if I just said something very important.

"Tomorrow. We'll tip the cops off tomorrow. But if this goes haywire, I'm going to kill him." He grimaced.

"God, Frank. Please, just humor me. Say you won't go doing something stupid behind my back." I pressed my palm to my forehead.

"Oh I wont, because until the little shit is behind bars or six feet under I'm not letting you out of my site."

"FINE! Deal, but minus the six feet under part! Promise me Frank! The one who's going to end up behind bars will NOT be Lucas. And I would-" I choked up. I couldn't finish that sentence, not just yet.

"You what?" He sighed, putting comforting arms around me.

"I would miss you if you went to jail." I inhaled and exhaled deeply. Liar. What you meant to say was you wouldn't be able to live without him.

"Well aren't you just the cutest." He chuckled, tightening his embrace.

"What? Why is Frank going to jail?" Mr. Way yawned, shuffling into the room tiredly.

"OH, So now you decide to grace us with your presence?" I barked at him.

"Chill the fuck out barbie. It's too early for this." He groaned, scratching his head frustrated.

"Barbie? It's TWO IN THE FUCKING AFTERNOON YOU FUCKWAD!" I yelled at him.

"STOP, please! Stop with the unnecessary use of the word fuck and stop with the shrieking!" He glared at me drearily.

Now I remembered why we don't get along, I'd already forgotten how much bickering we got into last night. Mr. Way to me was still the somewhat cool art teacher that everyone would brag about if they had him. But I never had a chance to take his class. Before this I had no interest in learning how to draw or playing an instrument. I wanted everything to be as simple as possible.

Frank was right though; we were far past the student-teacher relationship by now. I was no longer a student he had to pretend to be nice to and he was no longer a teacher I had to pretend to respect. We had dirt on each other.

"For fucks sake, you two fight like cats and dogs." Frank rubbed his temples in distress.

"He's immature as fuck..." I grumbled.

"Oh I'M the immature one? Says the hoe with her legs spread in the nurse's office!" He barked back.

"You did NOT just call me a hoe. I'm still a virgin you motherfucker! Either way I bet you don't even get laid!" I screamed at him.

"Oh you're a VIRGIN. God forgive me for slut shaming the 17-year old virgin! So Frank were you just giving her a check up last night? Checking to see if her vagina still worked?" He scoffed.

"GERARD. Knock it off!" Frank groaned in frustration.

"FUCK YOU! Why is there such a god damn double standard with you men! If I stared at YOU naked I'd be the little slut, you stared at ME naked yesterday and you're just a 'man'. You dirty fucking old perverted man!" I lost my shit at this point. If there was anyone who could push my buttons more than Frank it was Mr. Way.

"CAN WE GET BACK TO ME GOING TO JAIL PLEASE.” Frank interjected before Mr. Way could add another remark.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO JAIL!" We screamed at the same time.

"Wait why are you going to jail again?" Mr. Way added and I groaned.

"Lucas. You fucktard, Lucas sells teenage girls. Frank wants to kill him." I grimaced.

"Wait wait wait, back up. Lucas sells what?" Mr. Way's eyes widened, his demeanor changing to serious. I'd forgotten we hadn't filled him in on what we heard yesterday. I mean it's not like we had the chance, looks like he decided to pop out the drugs and booze the moment he got home.

"Teenage girls. We're under the impression he has some sort of underground human trafficking business going on." Frank sat with his arms folded.

Mr. Way thought for a minute, and then burst out laughing.
"You're telling me that little twat is some kind of pimp? We practically hazed him yesterday?" His eyes began to tear up from laughter.

"This is serious Gee. He tried to take Lana, and now he's taken her friend." Frank furrowed his eyebrows.

"Woah, It must be serious. You haven't called me Gee in 10 years." Mr. Way made a few last chuckles.

"Alright, so start from the beginning. How did you find out about this?" He added in a serious tone. He stood up straight now, a certain intensity returning to his eyes that I'd witnessed many times before. He combed his blood red hair back with his fingers, becoming the epitome of a wise teacher.

"Yesterday when we left the school he was outside on his phone. He was telling someone what happened in the nurse's office and he mentioned that Lana wouldn't have gone for more than a certain sum of money anyways. We saw him on the news earlier talking, he explained that he was supposed to meet Danielle Jolie after school and she never showed. I think it's obvious what that means." Frank made a certain face, like he was disappointed in himself.

"Did you stop to think maybe he set you guys up? Like he knew you would be coming out that way so he made sure he was talking on the phone and you would hear?" Mr. Way sighed.

"Sure, but why would he want us to hear that information? It's irrelevant." I added.

"I don't know. It just seems fishy, I mean the kid is barely 18 how could he be running some kind of illegal underground activity. I know his parents; I've known him since he was about 12. He plays sports, gets good grades. Sure he deals the occasional weed, but trafficking teenage girls? It just doesn't add up." Mr. Way shook his head.

"The fucker has what's coming to him, I knew since I first saw him there was something wrong with him." Frank growled.

"Shut up Frank. All you knew was he probably wanted in your girl's pants so you went ape shit on him just like you did with me." Mr. Way rolled his eyes.

"Can you please stop trying to piss everyone off?" I shot at Mr. Way.

"Give me a fucking break! I overdosed on coke, so excuse me if I'm a little bit irritable!" He snapped at me.

"Well, since you bring it up. Let's talk about that Gerard. Why did you decide to go fuck up your life a little more?" Frank spoke with sarcasm, his nerves heightened and his patience just about used up. I could feel the intensity in the atmosphere; it was the same as yesterday. I could practically see their fuses ready to blow. I decided to be the 'grown up' in the room.

"Guys, let's just focus on what we're going to do. We can talk about that later. Mr. Way is alright now and that's what's important. If we let our anger get the best of us we're going to get nowhere with this. So let's all quit being a bunch of assholes and get over it. Remember, this is what got us in trouble yesterday, the arguing." I said softly and as kind as I possibly could.

"You know, you're right for once." Mr. Way shrugged, combing his hair back out of his face.

I tried to ignore the snide remark and just take it as a compliment. Immature fuck.

"We decided on giving the cops an anonymous tip. If Lucas links the information back to us then we run the risk of him ratting us out as well." Frank reminded.

"God, this is complicated. Well I say we do some investigating, see what he's really up to. Because if he set you guys up and you go to the cops, we're screwed. We can't make a move without probable cause. It could backfire big time." Mr. Way said.

"I agree." I added plainly. As long as the equation wasn't dead Lucas I was up for anything.

"I guess I agree too I don't see any better alternative. Besides killing him." Frank shrugged.

"NO." Mr. Way and I said at the same time.

"We have got to stop doing that." I grumbled.

"Yeah. It's creepy." Frank's face contorted.

"So is this meeting adjourned? I'd kind of like you guys to get out of my house." Mr. Way frowned.

"Not so fast, we need to work out some type of schedule for watching Lucas." Frank said.

"Why can't YOU GUYS do that? I didn't say we had to do anything about Lucas; quite frankly I couldn't give a shit. I'd rather not get involved." Mr. Way groaned.

"Mr. Way what the fuck! How could you say that? You're a teacher; these are your students we're talking about. Tons of young girls, including me, in danger. You're in this with us either way! Who's the person who decided to tie and beat up Lucas? We wouldn't be on his shit list if that hadn't happened!" I gave him a disapproving glare.

Hurt seemed to flash through his eyes and he thought for a minute.
"So this is my fault? What the fuck did you want me to do Lana?! Kill him?! He walked into the office and saw a dead librarian! WHAT. WAS. I. SUPPOSED. TO. DO?!" He started screaming.

I shut my eyes, trying to drown his anger out. I couldn't let it get to me; I had to stay sane for just a little while longer.

"I'm sorry Mr. Way. It's not your fault...just...help us out. Please?" I pleaded, giving him desperate eyes.

He groaned, banging his hand against his head as if he'd just gotten a migraine.

"Fine. I'll help. But not for you, for my students." He grimaced.

"Well thanks, last time I remembered I was a student too." I glared at him. Why did he like to do this to me?

He reached forward and ruffled my hair.
"I'm joking Kiddo." He smiled for a split second and I knew I was seeing the real Mr. Way. The one that actually had an adult bone in his body.

"Alright now that you two have kissed and made up, can we talk about the schedule?" Frank had an annoyed look on his face.

"Well, Frank I think you and I can take the week, after school when we have our lessons. And Mr. Way takes the weekend." I shrugged.

"What? I'm not sacrificing my weekend! And why do you two get to partner up. Don't I get a partner?" He scowled at us.

"Fine. How about this. You and I patrol at midnight during the week, after Lana and I have patrolled till 5, because most activity would happen at night. Then Lana goes with you to patrol during the weekend. This is fair for everyone, and it's only temporary." Frank sighed.

"Fraaaank. But MY weekend?" I pouted at him. Netflix. NETFLIX.

"I'm sorry Lana but you'll just have to suck it up for a while. I have a job and so does Gerard. Most of my clients are weekend lessons since your Mother booked you Monday-Friday for two months," He shrugged.

"Plus I have lessons at 8 on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Hence Gerard and I can't patrol till 12. My breaks will have to be the weekends, and 5 to 12 during the week. Yours 5 to whenever you sleep, during the week. And Gerard's Monday-Friday to exclude midnight." He added,

Gerard nodded in agreement but my head felt like exploding, I was the person with the least time off.

"Alright, so then what are you doing all day while me and Mr. Way are at school?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it won't matter because Lucas will be in school with you guys so you can keep an eye on him. I on the other hand teach music at a different high school from 11 AM to 3 PM." He shrugged.

What? This was news to me. I didn't know Frank had a day job. I just assumed he was always at home. And at another school? Why couldn't I go to that school... what if he has admirers? He'd be surrounded by young pretty girls dripping in hormones all day. What if I wasn't his first teenage fling?

Am I just a fling?

"Lana?" Frank waved a hand in front of my face.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I was talking to you. You spaced out." He frowned.

"Uh, sorry." I mumbled. He shrugged it off and repeated himself.

"I said, do we have a plan then?" He directed it at me.

"Yeah, sounds good." I nodded.

"Right. Then we're good to go."

"Cool, I'd ask you guys to stay longer but it's just not a good day, sooo... see you tomorrow?" Mr. Way faked a smile.

"Nice try Gee. But you're not getting rid of us, I'm going to keep an eye on you. And I've got to keep an eye on Lana so she's staying too." Frank laughed.

"What? NO. Absolutely not. Both of you, out. Now." Mr. Way shooed us away.

We simply stared at him, unmoving.

"Dammit.." He cursed under his breath. Something told me this had happened before; Mr. Way didn't even bother with Frank. I got the feeling that it was because Frank was the kind of person that wouldn't let up once he was set on something.

"I'm going to take another nap... there's food in the fridge. Don't touch anything. And no fucking in my house!" He barked at us. This made me cough and I covered my mouth in embarrassment.

"Of course not…" I grumbled.

Mr. Way sighed and retreated back to his bedroom.

"I'll call your mom, wait just a moment." Frank said; answering the obvious concern on my face.

"Put it on speaker phone," I told him.

"Sure."

He pulled out cellphone and dialed my mom's number, waiting for it to ring.

"Hey Frank, what's up?" She picked up.

"Hello Miss Rosenburg. I'm here with Lana."

"Hey mom." I spoke aloud.

"Oh hey sweetie, everything alright?"

"Yeah, Frank just had something to ask.." I replied.

"Alright."

"Well ma'am, I don't know if you know but Danielle Jolie, one of Lana's friends has just gone missing. So me and a couple of teachers, parents, students, are going to go on a night search to look for her. I figured you'd allow her since she's not going to school tomorrow and would get to sleep in anyways."

"Oh why of course, sweetie I'm so sorry. First the librarian and now one of your friends... are you sure you're alright? Do you need to talk?"

"No it's alright. Frank and the teacher's are helping me keep positive. They've been very helpful." I smiled into the phone and Frank chuckled to himself.

"Oh.. Well alright. As long as you’re okay, I have to work late today anyways. Where will you sleep? Do you have your stuff?"

I shot Frank a panicked look. Where would I SLEEP?

"Everyone is camping out in the school, sleeping bags and such are provided. Kinda like a lock in. I'll make sure she's fed too. We can stop by the house and pick up a couple things." Frank said.

I sighed in relief, shit he was good at lying.

"Oh Frank you're such a darling, thanks so much for all the help. Lana, make sure you thank Mr. Iero."

I smirked at this and moved a little closer to Frank, pressing my lips against his neck. He cleared his throat and pushed me away, giving me a smirk. One that threatened 'Just wait till I get off the phone.'

"Sure thing Miss R. Lana's like a sister to me." He grinned at me and I raised an eyebrow at him.

'A sister?' I mouthed to him. He ignored me so I reached forward and grabbed his crotch, causing his breath to hitch

"Fuck." He said under his breath.

"Alright then darlings. I've gotta go now, I have a meeting to prep for. You can let yourself into the house. Also, Lana. Don't forget about Thursday.. Bye now."

The phone hung up and Frank threw it on the couch, grabbing me and crashing his lips against mine. I was too caught up in the moment to think about that last thing my mom said. But it was still in the back of my head, along with an apparent guilt.

The anniversary of Laura's death.

Frank picked me up and pinned me against a wall, my legs wrapped around his torso. The kiss was hot, our tongues warm against each other. There was a lot of biting too, I could barely contain myself. If it weren't for Mr. Way in the other room I'd have ripped all my clothes off and demanded he take me right then and there. It was getting difficult to resist him, the suspense of how it felt with him inside me was building up and close to just boiling over.

He kissed me deeper, moving me from the wall to the couch. I cupped his face in my hands, entangling my fingers in his hair and moaning into the kiss. He was hovered over me and my back was once again pressed against the cool leather couch.

He smirked into the kiss and slipped a hand into my panties, the other cupping one of my breasts. I couldn't contain the moan that escaped my throat. He chuckled and placed his lips to my ear.

"Shhh.."

At this point he took the hand that was on my breast and covered my mouth with it.

Let's just say, it turned me the fuck on.

He started to massage my clit, picking up the pace as my muffled moans increased.

"You sound so hot baby." He whispered with a low gruff in his voice. I started to squirm underneath him, my climax approaching. I was too sensitive, the pleasure building up in the pit of my stomach unreal to me.

I moaned louder against his hand, my breath hitching and my body unable to keep still.

"Shhh, be a good girl and cum for me." He chuckled, his breath hot against my throat. He bit into my neck almost animalistic as my climax came, the pain enhancing the intense pleasure running through me. He released his hand from my mouth and allowed me to pant. He brought his other hand out from my pants and licked his fingers.

"You taste better than I ever imagined."

I covered my face in embarrassment and he gave a low chuckle.

"Ha. Just wait till we get home." He whispered into my neck, kissing it passionately.

Oh fucking hell.

Notes

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