Stay After Class?

I walked home after leaving the school, and once I got to my doorstep, fished my keys out of my pocket. I opened my front door and walked in, going straight to my room. I still had a paper to write for English. I sat down at the desk in the corner of my room and began to write. I only took me a few minutes, so I had time to kill. I called Frank; I hadn't seen him much today and I missed him. He answered almost immediately.

Hey, babe, what's up?

I just wanted to talk to my Frankie. I giggled obnoxiously and silently cursed myself for it.

Well, you wanna hang out tonight? My parents are gone again so we can just eat junk food and watch movies. Frank's parents were gone a lot, mostly on business trips. It gave us lots of opportunities to have some privacy.

Sure, baby. Can I come over in a few minutes?

Of course. Love you.

Love you, too.

I hung up quickly, only to have to call my mother and ask permission to go to Frank's. She always assumed his parents were there and let me go. It was the same this time. I thanked her and hung up.

I left the house, not worrying how my hair or makeup looked. Frank had seen me at my worst and still loved me, so I figured a few unruly strands of hair wouldn't be too bad. I walked and hummed, completely content. Hanging out with him always made me feel warm and fuzzy and safe.

I had barely stepped onto his porch when his door swung open and he engulfed me in a hug. I laughed and hugged him back. I went to sit on the couch, Frank following closely behind. I felt like this place was my second home.

"So what movie tonight?" He asked me, snuggling into my side.

"What about Coraline? Please?" I loved the movie Coraline, but Frank wasn't such a big fan. Being he sweetheart he is, though, gave in and let us watch it.

Halfway through, Frank yawned and got up. He announced that he was hungry and was getting us both some food. He came back minutes later with two bowls of macaroni and cheese. I decided not to complain about all of the carbs and just enjoy the nice gesture. Needless to say, it was delicious and even better since Frank had made it.

I set my bowl down and climbed onto Frank's lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist so I was straddling him. I smiled and kissed him softly. He snuck his left arm around my waist and his right hand went to the back of my head. He pushed my lips closer to his and I happily complied.

In seconds, we were in a full-blown make out session. Frank somehow wiggled so I was positioned underneath him. It began to get pretty heated, so I pulled away and smiled softly. He took the cue and sat up, pulling me with him.

We spent the rest of the night switching between movie watching and kissing. It was wonderful, until around 10 when I decided I should go home before my mom got mad.

"Frankie, I need to go," I said mournfully, not wanting to.

"Aww, okay, baby. I love you!"

"I love you, too."

We both stood and Frank walked me to the door. He hugged me one last time and I walked out the door. I turned and winked at him before he shut the door.

Winking at Frank had made me think about the wink I received from Mr.Way. Why would a teacher wink at a student, anyway? It's not like I was repulsed by it or anything, but I was still confused. I sighed and gave up trying to decipher its meaning. It was probably nothing, right?

Notes

More Mr. Way in the next chapter, sorry for so much fluff.