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

When the bell rang, I checked my schedule. We had one class until the end of the day, when I had extra tutoring. For some reason I was really looking forward to spending extra time with Mr. Iero. He just made me feel like he could be trusted. I haven't even known him for a full day yet ad I'm already looking forward to extra time with him, I mean he's my teacher for God's sake.
The class room soon filled up with students, sitting on each other's desks and talking. I always wondered what it would be like to be able to sit on another student's desk and talk tot hem before class. Or what it would be like to pass a note. I never really had many friends, so I never got the opportunity.
"Alright guys, it's time to do an art project." Mr. Iero said. I heard a lot of the students groaning or telling each other that they weren't artists so their piece would be horrible. I looked up when he said art and my eyes met his.
"Now, you don't have to be artists, I usually grade art for participation." He started passing out papers. "At first, I want you to look at your paper, and just clear your mind. I don't want you to draw anything at first, then I want you to pick up your pencil and start drawing. You don't have to know what it is, I just want you to draw. I want you to try to feel out your drawing."
I really got what he was saying and by the time he got to me, I was already drawing on my sketchpad. He still sat down a piece of paper in front of me even though he knew I wouldn't use it.
I looked up as he sat the piece of paper down and he smiled at me. I looked back down and started drawing blocking the rest of the world out. When I finally finished, the class room had emptied and Mr. Iero was walking toward me.
"When did class end?" I asked a little confused on how I had missed everyone leaving.
"A few minutes ago, I just finished organizing the papers and I figured I'd let you finish. What did you draw?" He asked. I looked down and realized I draw him.
"Um, nothing...." I said a little embarrassed.
"You know you have to turn that n so I can grade it." He said raising an eyebrow.
"What was the point of this assignment anyway." I said bushing and trying to get the conversation off of my drawing. I'll draw something else tonight and turn it in.
"Well, by just feeling your paper out, and clearing your mind. You don't know what your drawing. You just draw your feelings or what your thinking about. It might be someone you like, or food if your hungry, it could really be anything..... What did you draw?' He asked again. 'fuck' I thought to myself. Why did I have to draw him?!
"Um, nothing." I said hugging my sketchpad to myself.
"Oh come on." He said smirking and laughing a little.
"It's really not good." I said, making excuses so I wouldn't have to show him.
"I've seen your other drawings Gerard. I know you can draw." He said.
"Can we just let this go, I'll draw a better one tonight and turn it in tomorrow." I said looking down.
"Yeah," He said getting serious, seeing that I really didn't want to talk about it anymore.
"So, what do you want to study today?" He said changing the conversation, which I was thankful for.
"Um, I don't know. What do you feel like studying?" I said really not caring. I'm probably not going to understand it anyway.
"We could study the math we were working on today. I know you were having some trouble with it." He said, meeting my eyes.
"Sure." said.
he sat down on the desk next to me and started trying to make me understand. I tuned him out a little, looking at him. I saw I had gotten his eyes wrong. They were the only color I had on the drawing and I made them look green. They were more of a stunning hazel color. Before long, I started looking at the way his lips formed words. Before long I noticed they had stopped moving and he was looking at me expectantly.
"Um, I'm sorry, what?" I asked
"I asked what was the answer to the question." He said, gesturing to the paper he was using to write examples on.
"Oh, um, 17?" I said trying to guess an answer.
"No, the answer was 412. What is making you confused?" He asked, trying to understand.
"I don't understand any of it." I said running my hands through my hair while I sighed, leaning against my chair.
"how about, I give you an example ad you try to answer it. It will show me what you do and what you are doing wrong." He said writing an example down. I looked at the top of the paper and saw it was labeled 'solving system of equations using elimination'.
I had no idea how to do this. I tried to bullshit my way through answering the question, trying not to look at him to many times. I finally looked at him, saying I was done.
"You didn't pay attention to me explaining this at all did you?" He asked raising his eyebrows and smirking, it was a really cute gesture that I found he does a lot.
"Not really." I said blushing and looking at my paper, embarrassed. "I really tried, but I couldn't concentrate and focus on it." I said, "I'm really sorry. I know, I'm worthless and I have no future and no chance of learning this." I said, close to tears and starting to gather my stuff.
"Hey," He said, "I don't think any of that. You definitely have a future, we just need to figure out a different way of learning this. Math can be hard sometimes, I had trouble wit it myself." He said looking at me like he understands. He immediately made me feel better.
"Okay." I said choking on my words a little because I was so close to tears.
"Hey," He said, putting two fingers to the bottom of my chin and lifting it so I was looking at him. "It's okay, okay?" He said
I smiled a little, "Yeah, it's okay." I said, exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding in. He nodded and smiled a little, looking back down at the paper after a while and stated to try to explain it to me. He gave me some art and music analogies to the math problem. After a while I started to understand and even answered a few questions on my own.
"Yes!" I said, excited and a huge smile spread across my face. I gave him a huge hug, finally understanding for the first time in my life. "Thank you so much Mr. Iero!" I said
He laughed a little, hugging back for a few second. "I told you that you could get it." He said "And, you can call me Frank outside of class, if you want." He said blushing a little and looking down.
I smiled, "And you can call me Gerard all the time, Frank." I said giggling a little, and smiling.
He looked back at me and smiled, laughing at my horrible joke.
He looked at the time, it was almost seven thirty, "Oh shoot, you should probably get home its getting late, and your parents are probably worried sick! I'm so sorry I kept you so long." I said, scrambling to try and get my stuff for me.
"Yeah, totally." I said, knowing that they didn't care if I hadn't come home for a week.

Notes

Hey, I know that Gerard is perfect, and I feel horrible having him think these horrible things about him, but it is important to the story to have him have self hatred.