Struggling with more Ways than one

~Gerard's POV~
I pace nervously around the classroom after I call the office.
Where is she?
Is she hurt?
Did she hurt herself?
Did someone hurt her?
Did someone kill her?
Did she kill herself?!
Nonsense Gerard, you're just freaking out calm the fuck down. I run my fingers through my hair and put my hands in my face when the phone rings again. I give a small yelp of surprise and jump a bit, causing a laugh from my students.
"Hello?" my voice cracks.
"This is the office, we've found something, Erm interesting..." the office lady says.
I instantly fear the worst. I put some random kid in charge and race to the office. I felt like a cheetah running there.
"What did you find?" I demand out of breath.
"We can't tell you yet Mr. Way, we have to let administration give us access to the cameras." the plump office attendant informs me.
I sigh a deep sigh and take a seat.
I told Fletcher not to ditch!!! Why didn't she listen to me?!
Anger boils up inside of me but quickly disintegrates, I can't get mad at Fletcher...
I care about her too much.
Within the next 20 minutes I am granted access to the cameras and I walk into the room storing them and there she is, sitting on the toilet, playing angry birds. I grit my teeth and not try to laugh because I still feel anger that she missed my class. Whenever I don't see Fletcher a little part of me dies, but when I do see her it's like she's returned it to me. She stressed me out to say the least, and I don't enjoy that, so if I have to get mad at her it's for that. After we see her on the cameras the office sends out an announcement on the intercom.
"CAN FLETCHER BORES PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE IMMEDIALTY, ATTENTION IF FLETCHER BORES IS IN THE BUILDING SHE NEEDS TO REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE."
A mixture of emotions was bubbling over inside me and when I saw her perfect face through the glass anger just seeped out.
"You have detention Fletcher Bores, with me this afternoon." I seethe.
I grab her by the wrist and she yelps, I want to let go and apologize but I tell myself to continue. I remain stoic until we reach the classroom where I'm tempted to reprimand her but what I've done currently feels like enough. I order her to her seat and make my way to mine. I scowl at her over my shoes that I put up on my desk. After the final bell rings I write my name on the board.
"Hello Fletcher Bores, Welcome to hell." She gulps and I order her to scrape all the gum out from under the desks.
"You will peel all the chewed gum off of the undersides of all the tables in an hour time frame." I say as I spin on my heel with my hands clasped behind me, I walk back to my desk.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that Gerard?" she asks with an aggravated tone.
"You have hands don't you?" I say not looking up from my paperwork.
"Yeah."
"Use them." I snap and look up at her, her eyes are full of irritation and fear. I feel qualms but this needs to be done. After a while a Nirvana song comes on the radio and I sing along, when it's finished I hear Fletcher cheering from underneath one of the tables, I jump because I had forgotten she was there. How can someone so important to me fade away like that? I guess because she was quiet.
"I-didn't even know you were there." I stutter and blush.
"Yea, it happens a lot." she shrugs.
"Well," I say as I make my way over to her, "I like knowing you're here."
I give her my hand and she latches onto it, I never want this moment to end. I want to hold her like she is my own, show her life is worth living because someone cares about her, they love her. Although I could never admit that too her, for fear of her being creeped out and running away and telling administration; having me loose a job that I enjoy because I get to teach such an amazing person like Fletcher.
She blushes and sits on top of a stool.
Which is why I became so concerned when you were absent this afternoon." I say twisting my feet like a little boy.
"I wasn't ditching I swear." she blurts out
I laugh and tell her what I saw in the office.
"I was gonna play temple run but yknow."
I laugh again and silence fills the room. Fletcher smiles her beautiful smile at me and I smile back. The silence is nice and comforting rather than awkward. Fletcher breaks the silence by asking me if she still has to serve detention.
"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." I admit.
Her face changes and I'm glad I make her feel welcomed. I tell her I have it finish my paper work and she works in her sketchbook. I stop working when her pencil fly's across the room, I can't help but chuckle. I take the stool next to her and look at her artwork, it's just as stunning as she is.
"Once again your talent stuns me Fletcher." I ask her if she needs any help seeing that her pupils are unfinished. She says yes and I tell her what I know about pupils.
"The thing to pupils is that they have to be absolutely black,"
"Like your hair?" she asks
"Yes, like my hair" I chuckle and continue " 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." I inform her as I do what I say, completing the drawing.
"That looks amazing."
"You did most of it silly." I say poking her playfully in the side.
"I know."
"C'mon." I jingle the car keys.
"What about your paperwork?"
"Meh."
She laughs and I lock up the art room and stare at her for a moment, seeing the moon illuminate her perfect complexion.
I want to hold her like she's gold, I want to make her feel loved. So I do. I grab her by the waist nd pull her small body into an embrace. I rest my head on hers and she wraps her arms around my neck.
"I'm glad your safe Fletcher." I whisper.
Then I do the unexpected.
I kiss her.
I crash my lips onto hers gently and then break away, she looks me in the eyes and I can tell she wants more. She pushes her lips onto mine and it just feels so natural. We break away and get in the car like nothing happened, the car silent the whole drive home.
But something did happen, a feeling that I had never felt before, compassion. I've felt sympathetic towards others before, but the level I do with Fletcher takes on a brand new image. I also felt guilt. I care for Fletcher with every aspect of my being, I want our relationship to me more than that but I know it is wrong. So very very wrong. As soon as we get home I head to bed immediately and begin the process I am going to need to figure out my emotions.

Notes

Gerard gets a little love :DD I lengthend this chapter because it helps lead the story to the place where I want it to go.
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