Don't Stand So Close To Me

“You’re not skipping Lana, you skipped last week. Go.” Frank grimaced at me.

“I don't want to. I fucking hate that place, Lucas has managed to kidnap half my friends and he treats me like his little bitch all day. I don’t even know why he goes to school if he’s got this multi-millionaire family.” I glared at the floor in annoyance. I wanted to do something, I really did. But it wasn’t easy; there wasn’t anything I could do without hurting everyone around me.

“It’s a part of blending in. Just hold out for one more semester, that’s all you got left till graduation right? It’ll be worth it in the long run.” He sighed.

“Why are you acting like a parent? Can’t you just be the cool boyfriend and play hookie with me today?” I groaned.

“Cause I care. If I had it my way I’d keep you here all day to myself.” He chuckled.

“Ughh, cant you call Mr. Way again?” I grimaced.

Mr. Way can usually ‘hack’ into the computers to make it so I was there when I wasn’t. But doing too many times would raise suspicion with the other teachers. I’ve already gotten a ‘hey, I don’t remember you being here but the attendance records say you were. Hm. Strange.’

“He wants us to stop doing that Lana…” Frank frowned.

“I know but, UGHHHHH.” I dragged my hand down my face.

“C’mon. Let’s go. You’re going to be late as it is. If it gets really bad just go for detentions again.”

Lately what I’ve been doing is fake lunch detentions with Mr. Way to avoid the cafeteria, where Lucas would torment me the most. He’d make me sit with him and his little asshole friends and act like I was his playmate or something.

The one time I tried to tell him off he threatened his Daddy would pay me a visit again. So the great part about having Mr. Way around is that Lucas has no leverage against him. Lucas has no idea Mr. Way knows about the trafficking or anything that went down the day I got shot.

Therefore, Mr. Way can use his teacher authority to pull me away every time Lucas wants to mess with me.

Sadly, Mr. Way isn’t around the whole school day and I still have two classes alone with Lucas. It used to be three but this semester I switched that class, culinary, out for art with Mr. Way.

Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Way and I still fight like cats and dogs but he’s the only thing protecting me right now next to Frank. And I appreciate him for that.

When Lucas found out about me switching classes he tried to change his schedule as well to be in art but Mr. Way rejected the change request and made it seem like his class was already full.

Thank the lord.

As for the other classes there was just no options to change to without fucking up my whole schedule royally. And apparently the alternative schedule still ended up with two classes with Lucas, so I was fucked either way.

What would be one more day though? The school always cut me so much slack.

I knew in the back of my head, Frank would not let me stay either way.

“Fine.” I grumbled, grabbing my bag and heading out the door.

-

“Hey kid, want some brownies.” Mr. Way grinned at me.

I glanced over to the plate stacked with chocolatey-goodness Mr. Way was pulling out of his mini fridge.

We were eating lunch in his classroom, cold soggy alfredo pasta. Those brownies seemed way more appetizing than what was on our plate right now.

“Ugh, you Saint.” I shoved the lunch tray to the side and grabbed the napkins in Mr. Way’s bottom drawer.

“What class do you have next?” He asked.

“P.E.” I replied.

“Oh. Good, after that?”

“English.” I tilted my head in curiousity. What was he getting at?

“Oh. Perfect, you guys have a substitute in English. Alright, I’ll write you off for the rest of the day.” He gleamed.

“Eh? Why? Don’t you have class too? ” I raised an eyebrow.

“Nah. I’m always free for the last two periods of the day. I normally just grade papers and shit.” He shrugged.

“So.. why am I skipping?”

“Why do you think?” He gave a low chuckle and pushed the plate of brownies in front of me.

“…”

“Mr. Way… Those aren’t what I think they are right?” I spoke barely above a whisper.

“Oh they totally are. And you’re going to help me eat them.” He grinned from ear to ear.

“Here? Now?” My jaw dropped.

“Yep. What’s wrong? Last time I checked you were little miss rebel. Sneaking into the school to have sex, getting shot and all.” He laughed.

“You have a serious drug problem.” I groaned in frustration.

“Hey. Do you want in or not? I’m not sharing so you can sit here and bitch at me.” He grimaced.

I thought for a moment, ignoring the obnoxious ‘jeopardy waiting tune’ he was whistling.

“Hell yeah. Alright, I’m in.” I nodded confidently.

“Awesome.” He placed two brownies on my napkin and did the same for him.

I’d never had pot brownies before so I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little excited.

“How much did you use?” I bit into the brownie.

“An ounce.”

“Holy shit, where did you get that much weed?” I almost choked.

“I have my ways.” He shrugged and shoved a whole brownie into his mouth at once.

I mimicked him and giggled.

“Hory shet. Mr. Way. These are amazing.” I said with a mouth full of brownie.

“Chew your food kid.” He shook his head and laughed.

“And call me Gerard. Mr. Way always makes me feel so old.”

I blinked, Gerard? That’ll be hard to adjust to. Mr. Way has always been Mr. Way. In a way it made me feel closer to him though.

“Okay, Gerard.”


-2 hours and a whole plate of brownies later. –

“Mkaaaaay, Lanaaa. So fess up, have you and Frank bumped uglies yet?” Gerard sneered.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Noooooooo. Stuuupid.” I snorted.

“You gotta tell the truth!” He gasped.

“Noooo! I’m still a virgin.” I started sobbing dramatically.

“Whaaaat? Oh gurrrrllll! You’re missing out!” He laughed.

“I know! But he wont do it yet, he’s torturing me.” I continued to sob.

“Oh my god, I’m soooo fucking baked.” I buried my head in my arms.

“Hahahahaha, me toooo.” Gerard replied.

“How come he won’t have sex with me? Is there something wrong with me?” I turned to Gerard and sighed.

“Noooo, he’s just being an idiot. You’re so haawt. I’d do you!” He yelled.

“Shhhh!” I giggled.

“Nooooooo, I can say whatever I want silly! Schools overrrr!” He ‘pffftd’ at me.

“Oh. Oh my gawd okay. Then why don’t we do it!” I gasped as if I’d just had a eureka moment.

“Do whaaat?” He raised an eyebrow groggily.

“Sex!!!” I bit my lip in excitement.

“Oh my god! Okay!” He gasped as well and we both started laughing hysterically.

“Come ‘ere sexy.” I beckoned him forward with a finger sarcastically and he stalked over to me as if he were doing a comedy skit.

I hopped onto his desk and spread my legs, to which he filled the gap between them with his body and grabbed my waist. I raised my hands to his face and pulled it forward, crashing my lips against his.

It got heated almost too quickly as our hips started grinding into each other. I was so high that one second I had my tongue mixed up with his and the next our shirts were on the floor, but I didn’t even remember taking them off.

I unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor.

“Take your pants off, Gerard.” I grinned deviously.

Notes

YOU'RE SO FUCKED LANA.
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