Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

FRANK’S P.O.V
I knew the rules of this school. Very well. I knew the laws of this area. Very well. And I knew I shouldn’t… Feel this way towards him. I couldn’t control my unmentionable thoughts, wondering how his lips would feel like, marvelling at his beauty… The sensation of it all caused me to glance up and latch my eyes onto the perfect figure, who seemed to be engrossed on anything else but his work, an endearing little frown on his flawless face, tumbles of dusky, dark black hair dropping frequently over his exquisite eyes. He was the new student, Gerard Way.
I witnessed him exhale, deeply, and beat his pencil on his Maths book, his hazel orbs scanning the classroom. They landed on me and I gave him a small, genuine smile. He didn’t return it, he just watched me, then resumed to twiddle the pencil in-between his spidery fingers.
- - -
The shrieking bell soon beckoned for break, and I observed all the scholars as they assembled their items and dashed off. Gerard was left, swinging his legs beneath his desk; he regarded nothing but the table.
“Gerard,” I raised myself, strolling over to the desk alongside him and slouching against it, eyeing him diligently. He continued his deafening silence.
“Can you tell me why you think talking to you will be a waste of my time?” I inquired, detecting his grimace.
“I’m not in the situation to tell you, sir, it’s insignificant,” Gerard spoke in a petite voice.
“I’m sure the problem isn’t small, if it causes you to focus on anything besides your work,” I sustained staring at him.
“I…” Gerard hung back on what he was about to explain.
“If you decide to tell me or not, you will need some extra tutoring,” I declared, and this wasn’t because I desired to spend additional time with him, which I did, but it was for his own good.
“My parents won’t be pleased,” Gerard mumbled. “Especially as they just moved me… They don’t understand my problems,” Gerard examined me, then hastily stared back at his desk.
“Don’t be scared to look at me, Gerard,” I sniggered, slightly. Gerard’s mouth twitched, I suppose that was at least a bit of a smile.
“I’d prefer to tell you somewhere less informal, about my issues…” Gerard cleared his throat, watching me.
“My house?” I suggested, then briskly added, “As we would be doing further tutoring there,”
“Maybe,” Gerard reacted, tentatively.
“Alright,” I positioned myself on top of the desk, casually, waiting for the bell to screech again.
- - -
I addressed the class, proceeding to tell them what we would be doing in Art. We were functioning on our techniques of colours, etc.; therefore, I told them to draw superheroes. I noted that Gerard’s head shot up, a wide smirk on his face. I had never seen him move so fast, he grasped his sketchbook and began to sketch his initial character, with speed. I sauntered to his desk, and leaned over his shoulder, his face was exceedingly close to mine, I could view his facial features astonishingly well. He had an upturned nose, with tempting lips which appeared red like rose petals against his transparent, smooth, pale skin. I could feel myself get all hot and flustered at the closeness and at the fact his lips were so engaging, so appealing. I snapped back into reality, aggravated with myself, this was a classroom. And Gerard was my student.
“You’re talented,” I muttered, edging away from Gerard as I was afraid of my own invitations.
“Thank you,” His cheeks flushed with a bright pink colour which made him appear adorable.
“I like Batman,” My lips curled into a smile, plonking myself down next to him on a different desk, again.
“So do I,” Gerard grinned at me. And, his grin was the most remarkable thing I have ever seen.
“Batman is rad,” I nodded to myself.
“Definitely, I dressed up as him for Halloween before, and my younger brother dressed up as Robin,” Gerard explained. I was extremely pleased he was speaking informally to me. I pictured him in a Batman outfit. Wow. Hot. Stop it, Frank.
“My birthday is on Halloween, that’s why I have it tattooed across my knuckles,” I stated.
“That’s so cool… My birthday is April the 9th, so nothing special,” Gerard shrugged, sighing.
“Hey, it’s special because it’s your birthday,” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. Gerard just gave me a nervous smile, then continued drawing. I ambled back to my desk, and straightened the Maths work, beginning to go through and mark them. I gazed up from the pupil’s work, gnawing on my lip ring, to see Gerard was staring right at me. As soon as I caught him red-handed, he fabricated he was doing something else. I smirked to myself, raising an eyebrow, and then continuing to mark the work.
- - -
Lunch arrived, finally, and I relaxed back into my seat, yanking open a draw, revealing my food.
“Am I going to yours after school for extra tutoring today?” Gerard’s voice startled me.
“Err…Yeah,” I proclaimed, whilst clutching my sandwich in my hand. “Check with your parents first, though.”
“They don’t care, I’m not surprised,” Gerard growled underneath his breath.
“Don’t say that,” I scowled, taking a bite out of my sandwich.
“It’s the truth,” Gerard inhaled, sharply.
“It’s not, Gerard.” I retorted. “And don’t bother arguing with me… Shouldn’t you be spending time out there?” I pointed to the timber, poorly-done door which had ocean sapphire paint peeling off of it.
“I have no friends,” Gerard whispered. “No one would want to be friends with me anyway,”
I finished my sandwich, standing up, facing Gerard.
“Do not say that! You’re a great guy, okay? You’re gifted, and don’t bother denying that either,” I exclaimed.
“You have to say that,” Gerard scuffed his shoes along my schoolroom floor. “Every tutor does,”
“No,” I began. “Actually, I don’t. I don’t have to say to people that they’re gifted. Gerard, please don’t tell me you think this about yourself? You’re not what you think you are. Trust me.”
Gerard dragged his gaze up to mine, holding an intense eye contact.
“Thank you, sir.” And he moulded the barrier. Sir. One reason why we would never be together. One reason why we can’t be together. I nodded in reply, too bundled up in my own thoughts to speak.
“Can I spend my lunchtime in here?” Gerard queried, in a timid voice.
“Of course you can,” I dumped myself back in my armchair, spinning around in the black leather chair. “I can play some music, if you want… What music do you like?”
“Err…” Gerard was fascinated with his shoes. “I like Misfits, Black Flag, Smashing Pumpkins, Sparks, The Smiths…”
“Gerard, you have such a rad music taste!” I complimented.
“I didn’t think you’d like them,” Gerard admitted.
“Don’t take me for granted.” I connected to my music and immediately started blasting out the brilliant tunes. Gerard chucked his shoulder bag back beside his desk at the back, and then darted to the front.
“Sit on the desk, if ya want,” I gestured to the oak chest of draws that I used.
“Thanks,” Gerard hulled himself up onto it, dangling his legs over the edge, his body directed to me. “I like your tattoos,”
“Aha, thanks. Do you want any tattoos?” I questioned, staring at the thin boy as he scraped his knotted gloomy hair behind his ear. He shook his head, quickly.
“I’m terrified of needles, I would never get any tattoos or piercings, ever.”
“Aw, that’s cute,” I beamed, then recognised what I said, and struggled to act casual, rotating the volume up as Black Flag came on. The silence settled, and Gerard rocked his legs, the back of his foot hitting the desk ever so often.
- - -
The subjects after lunch weren’t very intriguing, silence had to be demanded as the class became awfully loud. The end of the school day approached, and the school emptied, leaving only packing tutors. I slung my bag over my shoulder; it had the scholars’ work in it, that I needed to mark after the session with Gerard. Gerard was pretty tall, and I was short, therefore, he was able to keep up with my walking-speed, and we reached my car in exceptional timing.
“Get in the passenger’s seat,” I instructed, clambering my car myself. I inserted The Smiths CD, Gerard had told me it was his favourite band and his grin was massive when he heard the music pouring out of the speakers. We spoke about The Smiths on the way to my house.
“Morrissey is my man crush,” Gerard announced, blushing. “He’s attractive,”
I attempted to focus on the road, fighting back the urge to ask him about his sexuality. Straight people are allowed to think men are good-looking, though, I told myself.
“Yeah, he is,” I agreed after a while.
“He’s my home screen on my phone,” Gerard laughed, his laugh was beautifully charming, and it made my heart melt.
“Oh, cool,” My grip tightened on the steering wheel, I secretly wished I was Morrissey, although that was, of course, impossible. I suddenly realised I could find out his sexuality and his relationship status, right now. Not one to miss a chance, I went for it. “Wouldn’t your home screen be you and your girlfriend or something?” I kept my voice calm.
“I’m not in a relationship,” Gerard awkwardly stared at the pavement from his window.
“Oh,” I whistled to myself, that was not what I was expecting from someone as gorgeous as him. “You will find your Morrissey one day,” I added in attempt to lighten the mood. Gerard chuckled.
“I wish,” He rolled his eyes. “More like star-crossed lovers in a doomed romance,”
“Huh?” I was eager to understand what he was going on about. ‘Doomed romance’? ‘Star-crossed lovers’?
“Oh, nothing…Err… Just relating to…Err… Romeo and Juliet,” Gerard stammered.
I cocked an eyebrow, questioningly; however, I didn’t budge the conversation, as I parked my car in front of my house. “We’re here,”
- - -
“So, what subject do you want to work on?” I requested, as we were seated in my living room, steaming cups of heavenly coffee in our hands.
“Well, I’m fine in Art, I love Art…” Gerard stared at the coffee.
“It’s black, if you don’t like black I can-”
“No! I love black coffee, it’s my favourite,” Gerard interrupted before I could finish my sentence. I smiled, warmly at him.
“Good, so…You love Art? What about Music? I’m fond of Music, therefore, I’d enjoy tutoring you that…” I prompted him.
“Err; I suck at playing instruments… Another hobby of mine is singing, but, I’m not good at it,” Gerard’s shadowy hair grazed his eyes.
“Stop saying you’re not going at things,” I gave him a hard stare.
“It’s my problem,” Gerard blurted out.
“What?” My eyebrows crumpled together in confusion. Gerard couldn’t meet my eyes.
“It’s my problem,” Gerard repeated. “I can’t focus on anything in school because I’m too scared of what people think of me. I always put myself down, and it got so out of hand I had to move to this school. I also have anxiety in crowded areas which is why I moved to a school with fewer students,” Gerard released all the information. It hit me, forcefully. Why would someone so perfect hate themselves?
“I can help you,” I told him. “I’ll help you with all your problems; it’s what I’m here for.”
“Thank you, sir-”
“Call me Frank, out of school,” I cut him off. It helps ease the realisation. The realisation that I’m going to be spending a lot of time with Gerard. And that’s a bad thing. Because, I’m just going to adore him more and more. The realisation that I’m attracted to Gerard. The realisation that I’m completely and utterly in love with my student.

Notes

a/n: tense thank u for reading so far !!