Love Is A Crazy Cycle

Frank:

Gerard turned to look at me, glaring, as if someone had just insulted him.

"Why is he here then?"

"Well, you see Gerard, he's in this class now."

Mr. Way looked at Mikey with a stare that could easily be read as, "Seriously? What the fuck?" He looked back at me and motioned me to go to his desk. He grabbed a couple of papers and a pen and handed the pile to me.

"Fill these out so I don't have to ask you anything stupid."

"O-Okay."

I sat down at one of the desks and looked at the questions. They seemed easy enough for me to do.

1. Do you know how to draw, paint, sketch, and sculpt?
Yes or No

2. Have you ever taken an Art course with a professional?
Yes or No

3. Do you know who drew the Mona Lisa? (If you don't, you are in the wrong class)
Yes or No

4. Did you like the last school you went to?
Yes or No

5. Tell me why you did or did not like your last school. (Please, for the sake of my sanity, do not give a crappy one sentence answer.)

6. Are you going to actually work in this class or just do nothing like everyone else?
Yes or No

7. Can I trust you to come to class on time, prepared, and not with an attitude?
Yes or No

8. Write down the names of people/bands/celebrities/artists/movies that inspire you.

9. Draw something that you like.

10. What do you want to be when you grow up?

For most of the yes and no questions, I circled yes. I circled no for numbers one, two, and four seeing as I can't draw due to the fact that I had a very shitty teacher, and I was bullied at my last school. I wrote down a mostly honest answer for five, The Misfits, Anthrax, and Black Flag for eight, I drew my beloved guitar Pansy and a pack of cigarettes for nine, and I wrote that I wanted to join a band when I got older for ten. I signed my name at the bottom and went back to Mr. Way.

I held out the papers for him and gave him back the pen. He snatched the snow white pieces of paper and pen and put them back on his desk. He turned back to me and mumbled under his breath a quick, 'follow me.' He walked into a smaller room that was attached to his, so I thought of it as an old storage space. He pulled me inside and pointed to a small seat in the corner of the terribly cramped area.

"Sit."

I did as he said. He sat in a chair in front of mine as I adjusted to the seat I was ordered to sit in. He looked at me for a few minutes, which really, felt like hours to me. He just looked. He didn't speak, didn't move, it seemed as if time stopped for a while.

When the morning bell signaled that school was starting, he quickly stood up and walked out of the closet. I couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked out. I mean, come on, it's very round and firm. I'm tempted to walk over to him and slap his ass but I decide against it, knowing I would be in a world of shit if I did.

I need to come up with a plan. This won't be a plan on how to get help from a teacher with my math homework. No, it's a plan of seduction. Sadly, there would be one small flaw to my plan.

I can't seduce anyone whatsoever without looking like an idiot.

Notes

Good evening my lovelies! It is I, Screaming Tears, the bringer of some type of feels, (I have no idea which type) and I bring you a glorious gift of chapter three of Love Is A Crazy Cycle! I am much more happy with this storyline and plot so I plan to continue with it. I hope you all liked this chapter and I hope to update sometime on Saturday or Sunday, whichever one I can get my writer's block out of my head and inspiration in my head to replace it. I hope you got what that meant, I haven't been sleeping well lately, (Insomnia can go fuck itself.) I love you all and I hope you know that, I don't mean to keep you waiting for new chapters but I do kind of have to do homework sometime during the day, and there's a lot.

So, enough of my whining, time for the question of the Day/Night:

If you could meet any band member or celebrity you'd like, who would it be?

Mine would be a huge mixture of all of MCR, Benedict Cumberbatch, (Sexy British man with very lovely cheekbones) and Martin Freeman. (Yet again, sexy British man, not much cheekbone, but lovely either way.)

Well anywhore, I hope you all had a flipping fabulous day and I will see you guys hopefully this weekend with chapter four! Dun-dun-dunnnn!

Sweet Horrors And Terrible Nightmares,
XOXO,
Screaming Tears
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