I'm not okay (Ferard) (teacher/Student)

Gerards POV

I was in my bedroom, the basement, trying to focus on drawing a new superhero. I was making a comic, The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys. I was trying to draw someone; I think I’m going to call Party Poison. I couldn’t focus with my parents loudly talking about if I don’t do better in this school, I would have to go to a boarding school or something. They came downstairs and told me my first day was tomorrow and I should get some sleep. I told them I would but I stayed up a few more hours working on Party Poison. When I finally went it bed it was around 1.
Next morning
I woke up and put on my new school uniform. It was khaki pants, a white shirt, a blue blazer and a red tie. I knew when I went upstairs my mom would fuss about my hair and the fact that it was tangled, but I didn’t care.
I waited downstairs until I heard my mom yell they were leaving and the door shut. I went upstairs and found directions to my new school. I hopped in my car and drove. It took about fifteen minutes total to get there. When I got there, I went to the office and got my schedule, seeing that my teacher was Frank Iero. I guess he was a really good teacher to teach all of the subjects.
When I finally found his classroom, I was a little late and I saw he was already teaching. I stood outside for a little while, trying to get over the fear of walking inside and seeing all of their judgmental faces. Finally, after the fear built up to a considerable amount and did not go down one bit, I went inside. Mr. Iero turned to me, “Oh, hello, you must be the new student.” I nodded slightly, he addressed the class, and “This is Gerard Way, the new student. I’m sure you will all treat him well.” Addressing me, “Take that seat in the back.” He smiled.
I returned the smile slightly and walked quickly to my seat. I tried to avoid the eyes of the people; already their faces were forming smirks. I sunk into my chair and pulled out my sketch pad. I continued drawing Party Poison, trying to get him perfect. I kept thinking about Mr. Iero. He had jet black hair, and a nose and lip piercing. He had many tattoos and was really unexpected. I was expecting an average looking man with an acute hate for the world and especially students. I looked up to see him standing right in front of me. I jumped, startled.
“Did I scare you?” He asked
“No, just startled.”
“Are you really supposed to be working on that?” He asked
“Um, probably not, sorry” I said starting to put it away.
“No, let me see what you’ve been working on.” He said holding his hand out. I handed it to him. “These are really good, but you should probably be working on the math worksheet I passed out.”
“Yeah, sorry, I will.” I started working on the math and got really confused. I hadn’t answered but three when the bell rang for lunch. The rest of the kids immediately jumped up and ran out the door, but I was relishing going to lunch. I went up and gave him my not even close to finished math sheet and started toward the door.
“Gerard, can you stay back a second. I know how much you want to leave, but I need to talk to you for a second.” Mr. Iero said.
“Yeah, sure.” I said
I went up to the front, sitting at one of the desks in front of his.
“I noticed that you barely answered any of these math questions. And you had trouble focusing in class. I think you might need extra tutoring.”
“Um, okay.” I said. Great, another person who thinks I can’t do anything.
“I could go to your house after school, and we could start then, as long as your parents are okay with it.”
“They’re fine with it. They don’t care.” I said getting close to tears.
“Are you okay Gerard? You know you can tell me anything.” He said, genuinely sounding concerned. He probably didn’t care either, no one cares.
“Yeah I’m fine.” I said.
“You can go to lunch now if you want.” He said. “Or, you could stay and try to work some more on the math sheet.”’
I looked up, it was probably obvious that I didn’t want to go to lunch, but he doesn’t care. Why would he ask?
“Yeah, okay, I’ll work on it some more.”
“Okay. I’m right here if you need any help.” He said handing me the sheet. I started walking back to my seat.
“Gerard, you can sit up here if you want.” Mr. Iero said.
“Um, yeah, okay” I said walking back up to the front.
“You care if I listen to some music?” He asked
“No you can listen to some.” I said, knowing that he would never listen to my bands. When I heard the
misfits come on I could hardly believe my ears, my head shot up. “You listen to the misfits?” I said surprised and excited.
“Oh, yeah… It’s okay if you want me to turn it off.” He said self conscious, wow, he is really attractive.
“No, I love the misfits. I listen to bands like them, have you heard of Black Flag?” I asked
“Yeah, I love Black Flag.”
“Me too!” I said getting really excited. I
“Good. For a high schooler, you have good music taste.” He said sarcastically
“For a high school teacher, you have good music taste.” I said, sarcastically replying

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