And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Gerard's POV

"Now," I instructed the class. "Draw whatever the fuck creeps you out, I wanna see it too," my voice somewhat croaked. Honestly, I tried my best to sound less hurt than I am now. Frank looked so depressed, yet happy in some sort of way. Raising a brow, I go to his desk. He didn't draw anything.

"So, what're you gonna draw, Frank?" I asked nonchalantly. "Everyone's afraid of something."

His eyes shot like daggers through me, but as he blinked he seemed hurt too. " Sir, I don't even want to remember what it looks like."

That hit me hard. Frank continued to speak. "Do you want me to get trauma from thinking about it? I don't think you want to see me like that." Now this wasn't a common fear he was talking about, maybe a serious phobia. Which, would be mentally traumatizing for him.

I bit my tongue from saying anything stupid. "Frank, how about you draw the most important thing in your life."

" I can't. That person's moving too much." I looked around to see the entire class moving, and I figured he was talking about one of the girls behind me. He couldn't be bisexual like me, he couldn't be. Still, I want to be the one who saves the light behind his eyes. Aw fuck.

You're. His. Teacher. For. Fuck's. Sake.

I looked into his eyes. Frank's eyes were a dark hazel, rimmed with violet and green accents. The center was golden with a few blue specks that were absolutely beautiful.

Gerard. Get. A. Grip.

I coughed. "Keep up the good work, Iero." I wanted to stay with him and talk to him and get to know him better but that would be awkward to the rest of the world. So, instead, I watched my love draw from a distance.

For a teacher, it's bad enough I'm his friend. Being his lover would be forbidden. Then again, the best love is the one that's forbidden, right?

Notes

new chapter c: