-Frank's POV- Mikey and I had continued chatting (mostly about guitar) on our way to homeroom. Ray had went ahead of us and saved some seats in the back of the class. When we had arrived in homeroom, Mrs. Cothran gave us the same old B.S speech about policies and procedures that every teacher gives every year in every class. 'Someone just shoot now, I do not wanna listen to this 5 more times today.' Our teacher was probably in her late 50s, starting to get gray hairs and wrinkles. She wore about as much makeup as the girls Ray and I had seen earlier. NOT a pretty sight, believe me. I completely zoned out and began to talk to my pals. Just as we were about to discuss the ever important topic of horror movies, the teacher turned to us.
"Excuse me boys," she screeched in her native Jersey accent, "there will be no talking while I'm talking. It's called respect and I believe students should respect their elders. In fact, back in my day..." she rambled on and on. We looked at each other with a "She's such a dumbass" expression and rolled our eyes. I didn't think the lecture was ever going to end.
That morning had been a bit of a drag. After that 30-minute lecture in homeroom, I was ready to leave. The bell promptly dismissed us at 9. Mikey and I grabbed our backpacks and notebooks and headed on down to the Art room. People gave me weird looks, probably for my eyeliner and red eye shadow. I honestly couldn't have cared less. Getting from Hall A to C seemed to be taking forever to get to, so I started up a conversation with Mikes.
"So.. do you know who this Mr. Way is? He's supposedly the new Art and Creative Writing teacher. Sounds like a creeper to me, ya know?" I started laughing, thinking he'd find it funny. He seemed taken aback by the comment, which confused me. 'Does he know this guy? I hope I didn't offend him..." Just then, Mikey stopped abruptly.
"Ah shit man. I forgot my books for Calculus next period. I'm gonna run back to my locker. Could you cover for me?" I nodded my head and he turned around, sprinting back the way we came. Ah well, I continued on to the Art room. I couldn't stand the thought of having some weirdo teacher twice in the same day. 'Ah Frankie, at least give him a chance. Maybe it's not as bad as you think-' BAM! My train of thought crashed as I collided head on with some idiot. "OI! Watch it!" He had managed to knock all of my books out of my arms onto the floor, where- of course -everyone was stepping on them and shuffling around us. Being only 5'6 didn't really help the situation either. We squatted down and began picking them up one by one.
"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! Really, I'm such a klutz. Oh no, I'm gonna be late for class. H-here are your books!" He tossed them into my arms and scurried off. I didn't see a face, definitely didn't get a name. 'Okay, not as great of a start as I thought...' I continued on down the hall. 'Keep your head up kiddo. Just make it through the next 2 classes and-' RIIING! RIIING! RIIING! Oh. Hell. No. It was the first day and I was already late to class. I didn't care that much (it's not like anyone would miss me) but it pissed me off because that stupid kid made me late. 'Oh there will be hell to pay' I threatened silently. I trudged off to class. I finally arrived at Room 21, where-of COURSE- the door was shut and locked. 'Great, just great. I've already made a fool of myself once today in the hall. Now again in front of a teacher and other dipshits?!' I pounded my fist against the door. It seemed to take an eternity before the door finally opened. Little did I know it would turn out to be well worth the wait. Standing right in front of me was possibly the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. The pissed expression melted straight off my face and was replaced with a dopey, awe-inspired gaze. 'Ho-ly shiiit.' Oh lord, where to begin? His piercing hazel eyes were lit with fiery passion. Honey specks danced across them-you could easily have lost yourself in them. I believe he might have been wearing a bit of eyeliner, not like mine, of course, but just enough to highlight those magnificent green orbs. He had a sharp jaw line, I swear it could cut glass. He sported a waistcoat that was extremely well-fitted over a simple white button up and black trousers. You could easily tell he was in shape. Not overly muscular, but well toned with no fat to spare. His rolled up sleeves revealed veins in his arms that stuck out slightly, which was a major turn on to me. Jet black hair cascaded down his head, tufts of fluff coming down to the back of his neck. It was beautiful, especially with the contrast between it and his smooth, pale, porcelain skin. It made him seem dangerous and mysterious. 'So much for that old, bald creep..' I continued staring shamelessly at him. I think he noticed because he gave the most adorable smirk I've ever seen. I blushed and looked down at my feet, continuing to stand there like an idiot. 'Get a grip, Iero!' I looked back up at that angelic face and then proceeded to stare. He then gave a 'You like what you see?' look. 'Kid, you're gonna have a little problem downstairs if you keep on like this...' My thought was broken by Mr. Way.
"You gonna stand there or come in?" Wow, was I still outside? I guess I got busy with thinking and staring... I felt heat rise to my cheeks. Ah, but his voice, just... ah damnit! It was somewhat feminine and higher pitched than the average male, but not in a bad way at alllll. It wasn't overly 'Jersey' either, which was nice. I didn't know what it was, it just really suited him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. I got a slight whiff of him. He smelled heavenly, most likely a combination of cigarettes and aftershave... maybe even coffee. My knees started feeling weak.
"I-I-uh well... I-uh yeah." I slipped past him and made my way to a desk in the back lefthand corner. Some kid had his foot out right in front of me. Unfortunately I was scurrying too fast to see it. My feet reacted fast and quickly recovered from the almost-fall. My face promptly turned an even darker shade of pink. Chuckles erupted from a few kids. 'Assholes..' I shot a few death glares and they silenced themselves. It was the second time that day I looked like an idiot and it was only 9:15. I set my backpack and binder down and pulled out my sketchbook and pencils. Mr. Way shut the door again, still smirking and traveled to the front of the room.
"Alrighty then kiddos, let's get this train wreck back on track. As I was saying before that slight interruption-" he looked at me accusingly, but in a playful manner. I quickly averted my eyes downward to the paper. I could almost feel him grin down at me. "-I am Mr. Gerard Way. Recently graduated from college with a diploma in the arts, and am currently 23. I wanna get to know you, so let's quickly go 'round the room. Give your name and 2 things interesting about you." The students started to groan, including me. I hated these types of exercises and I didn't appreciate having talking about myself to other people I didn't like. "Fine, I'll start." He went back behind his desk and started searching for something, what I wasn't sure. "Well, I'm very spontaneous-" He threw a fluffy, pink boa around his neck and started parading around in a sassy manner. The kids got a kick out of it and started laughing. It made his face light up with enthusiasm. I got a really nice ass shot, so I was happy. 'Oh I am so going to enjoy this class...' "-and I'm into singin'. Okay sweetheart, your go." He pointed to a brunette in the front row. I stopped paying attention to the others and focused on Mr. Way. The sway of his hips was driving me mad. I was trying to distract myself from him by doodling on the sketchpad when it finally got to me. I looked up and he winked at me, almost suggestively. My eyes got big at his subtle, flirty gestures. He resumed looking innocent after that.
"Um, I'm Frank Iero. Something important... well I play guitar and love comics." I tried to avoid looking at him, hoping he would move on from me to the next student. Oh how wrong was I...
"No way, I love comics too! What are you into?" 'You-NO! Stop it Iero. He is a teacher and is like 5 years older than you. Get. A. Fucking. Grip.'
"Oh, you know- Doom Patrol, Dead Pool, Batman... the usuals." He beamed at me, which caused my face to flush. I swear, I just couldn't keep a straight face around this man.
"ME TOO! Ah, that's rad, super cool! We should talk more later. Okay, what about you, green shirt?" Whoa, hold on, back up. Did he just say we should talk later? As in, alone? My heart skipped a beat. We listened to 3 other kids before moving on to the next thing. He handed out syllabuses with upcoming projects for the next semester and famous artists we were going to be studying. He started in with the same dumb speech about rules and regulations that Mrs. Cothran had already given us. I did, however, seem to pay more attention this time. He did make it more interesting. It seemed that a lot of kids really liked him. I just couldn't help but stare at that sexy creature before us and I was willing to take whatever chance I could to casually look at him.
"So, as another 'get to know you' type exercise and first assignment, I want you to draw. It can be anything you want, no restrictions. Use any medium. I'll give you the rest of class and please turn it into the 2nd period drawer by the bell. I'll be walking around to see how you're doing and if you need help. Feel free to chat amongst yourselves." Almost everyone started working immediately and talked, mostly about who was in what class and who was looking the sluttiest and what not. I, however, remained silent, trying to come up with an idea. And then it hit me. I grabbed my pencils and a few coloured pencils and started sketching furiously. I was so lost in thought and concentration, I didn't even notice Mr. Way pressed against my back leaning over my shoulder. I could really smell the coffee and cigarette scent now. It was so... sensual. I loved the smell and taste of both and it masked on a good looking guy. What more could I ask for? These black skinny jeans just started feeling a little tighter when I realized his contact. My breath hitched as he whispered in my ear.
"Oh Frankie, that's really good. Maybe add a bit more detail in her veil..." I knew I was no Picasso, so I was slightly shocked to hear that it was good. And Frankie? That was a pet name only my mom called me. It was kind of endearing. I decided not to over think it though. I didn't want to get my hopes up (well, more than they already were.) He grabbed my hand and guided it with the pencil. I was too excited and bothered to say or do anything. I was basically putty in his hands. The slight improvements he had done to it made it seem a thousand times better. "What gave you the inspiration?" he sighed into my ear. 'Lord give me strength..' What I had decided on had surprised me. It was the crowned Virgin Mary. Not an ordinary one of course. She was bleeding through the eyes, swords piercing her pure heart. She stood on a path of skulls. I had used my coloured pencils to adorn her in a starry, blue cloak.
"Oh, well when I was younger, I attended a Catholic school. Me and my mom were pretty religious then, but we slowly drifted away from the faith. We didn't have the money to send me to the private school, so I was forced to drop out mid-semester and join a public school. It reminds me of a happier time." Mr. Way seemed fully intrigued, his eyes glancing back and forth between my eyes and lips. My own eyes had settled on thin pink lips. 'Lips I could kiss right off... Oi I need help!' I looked back at the paper. I could still feel him smiling down at me.
"I'd love to hear more about you Frank. You have seventh period Writing with me, right?" I nodded in response. "Good, I'd love to talk to you after school if that's okay." Oh my god. The hottest damn teacher or man or HUMAN, for that matter, just asked me to stay after school with him. Fuck...
"Uh, yeah, sure, I'd love to." Both of our faces lit up. His teeth were small and so adorable. He had a nice, childlike grin. Just then, the bell rang. His face fell a little, possibly in disappointment. He fixed it as soon as I noticed. 'Interesting...'
"Well off you go. Can't wait to see you later Frank. Don't forget to turn in that wonderful sketch! Oh and try not to be late for the next class!" I scrambled to pack up my pencils and sketchpad. I placed the drawing in the drawer neatly and headed out. Mr. Way gave me one final smile, to which I gladly shot one back. I perused down the halls with probably the stupidest, lovey-dovey expression plastered on my face. 'I actually talked to Mr. Way and I'm gonna get to again! Today could not get any better...' I then remembered Mikey. He had never shown up to class. 'Oh well, talk to him later and ask him about it. No need to worry. Trig will hopefully go fast so I'll see him at lunch.' Oh was today going magically.

Notes

Okay second chapter.. what do y'all think? Please leave (nice) suggestions and comments below. I really appreciate you reading this!
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