Struggling with more Ways than one

My hands become clammy as a wry them together, awaiting Gerard's next move. I feel like a dog who's peed in the house and the master hasn't punished them for it yet. I wipe my hands on my pants as Gerard takes a step forward, I cringe.
"You will peel all the chewed gum off of the undersides of all the tables in an hour time frame." he orders, spinning on his heel and walking back to his desk with his hands clasped behind his back. I roll my eyes.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that Gerard?"
"You have hands don't you?" he says not looking up from his paper work.
"Yea..."
"Use them." he snaps as he looks up, "and it's Mr. Way to you not Gerard."
"Whatever." I mumble and get to work scraping leftover gum.
After a while I'm pretty sure Gerard forgets I'm there because he starts singing, and he's pretty damn good at it. He's singing along to Nirvana's 'Smells like Teen Spirit.' I feel like joining in but I don't, maybe next time. When he's finished I applaud from underneath the table, He jumps.
"I-didn't even know you were there," He stutters and blushes.
"Yeah," I shrug, "It happens a lot.
"well," he says strolling over, "I like knowing you're here." He outstretches a hand and I grab onto it and he helps me out from underneath the table. I blush slightly as I prop myself up onto a stool.
"Which is why I became so concerned when you were absent this afternoon." he says looking down and twisting his feet like a schoolboy would do.
"I wasn't ditching I swear." I blurt out, Gerard laughs.
"I know Fletch, I was in the office and asked if they had seen you on the security cameras, and there you were in the bathroom playing angry birds."
"I was going to play temple run but yknow." I joke and Gerard laughs again. There's silence and Gerard and I just sit and smile at each other. It's the nice kind of silence, like the ones on the beach. Even thought I'm enjoying it, I break the silence.
"Do I still have to peel the gum off?" I ask with a frown.
"No, and I'm sorry for being such an ass, I was just mad you skipped my class. I enjoy seeing you and your work."
Someone enjoys seeing me? That's a first. I put a genuine smile on my face causing Gerard to put one on too.
"We can head home soon, I just have to finish grading these, Erm 'wonderful examples of artwork.'" I laugh at his sarcasm and get up to look at them. I gaze over his shoulder and all I see is scribbles dots and scribbles. It looks like a pile of colorful mushed shit. I laugh at the artwork because I did that work as a child. I head over to a table and work on a prismacolor pencil drawing of myself. I've been working on eyes and I can't get the pupils right. After a while I become frustrated and slam my pencil down on the desk, it bounces off and does parkour off all the tables, making it land on the other side of the room. I put on a poker face knowing Gerard saw the whole thing as I walk over there and retrieve the damn pencil.
"Once again your talent stuns me Fletcher," Gerard says taking the stool next to me, "need any help?" he asks pointing at my unadded pupils.
"Yes."
He looks at it for a moment before giving me help.
"The thing to pupils is that they have to be absolutely black,"
"Like your hair?" I ask
"Yes, like my hair" he chuckles and continues " they also have to be in the center of the iris and completely circular, and usually the ray of light has to be in the corner of it." he shows me and it completes my drawing
"That looks amazing."
"You did most of it silly." Gerard says poking me in the side.
"I know."
"C'mon." he says jingling the car keys.
"What about your paperwork?"
"Meh." I laugh and follow out behind him, gazing at the stars that illuminate the dark sky.
Seeing the way the moonlight hits his face, it's dishonest not to say that...
I have feelings for my art teacher.

Notes

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