The Fantasy

Frank kept his eye on his work, occasionally glancing up at Mr Way who was walking around the classroom. He couldn’t help but stare him; the occasional yet rare smile he projected when studying someone’s work, the way his white shirt clung to his torso and how body moved as he walked.

“Frank what are you doing?”

A voice next to him said, cutting through his thoughts. Fuck. He had almost forgotten about Mikey. "Oh uh, nothing. I shrugged. Mikey smiled, his eyes falling down at my near empty sketch book. “I can see that” He smirked, dabbing his paint brush back into the pot of paint. Frank rolled his eyes, sighing heavily to himself as he reached forward for the paint. “SHIT” He cried, knocking over the pot and spilling red paint all over Mikey’s work. “Frank! You idiot” I moaned angrily, jumping back from the table as the red liquid ran down the table. Frank held up his hands, his eyes growing wide as he looked back and forth from Mikey and his ruined work.

He really knew how to make a mess of things.

“Mikey I’m so sorry...” He protested, unsure of what to do. Mikey ignored him, flashing him a look of hatred as he stormed out of the classroom. Great he thought miserably, shrinking back into his seat and watching the two girls opposite him laugh hysterically. He hated girls like that; taking pleasure out of the misery of others.

A hand suddenly slammed down on the desk, sending silence though the classroom. Frank looked up to find Mr Way standing over him, an angry expression forming on his face. “Detention” He said calmly, looking at his student with cold, uncaring eyes before walking away. He stared after the teacher, listening to the bell ring overhead as the rest of the class silently put there things away; occasionally glancing over at Frank who sat sulking in his seat. He didn’t mean to trash his work; it was an accident- they were both overreacting.

The class was soon empty and a heavy silence hung in the air. Mr Way sat down at his desk, placing his feet up on the desk and smiled; a cold, uncaring smile. “Get to work then, I want these tables spotless” He said, almost mocking the young boy before him. Frank groaned, rolling his eyes as he slowly went about tidying the classroom. He changed his mind. This guy was an arsehole. He had no right to be making him do this- it’s not like he intentionally messed up Mikey’s things. “Arsehole” He muttered, throwing the paint pots into the sink.

“Excuse me?” Mr Way said, cocking his head to the side. Frank’s hands curled into fists, his rage growing as he felt his face burning a bright red. “I said you’re an arsehole! You can’t keep me here, I’m not your fucking slave!” he screamed, his embarrassment intensifying the volume of his voice. He had no idea how to control himself, he felt like strangling him. Mr Way laughed, slowly rising from his desk as he shook his head. "No need for that...” He chuckled as he began to walk over to him, closing the distance between them one footstep at a time.

With every step he took, Frank backed up until he hit the wall behind him.

He was cornered.

There was no escaping him now.

Mr Way placed his hands on opposite sides of the wall, restricting his escape. Frank flinched as one hand gently touched his hip, his eyes locked with Mr Way’s as he found himself frozen with fear; unable to scream, run... or resist. He edged his head closer to his, a thin smirk spreading across his lips as Frank trembled at the touch of his warm breath making contact with his skin. His heart raced up as Mr Way lowered his lips to his, blowing air on them teasingly. "Let's get something straight. If I so desired, I could have you whenever and however I wanted you." He whispered softly. Frank stood there, his cheeks burning red as he stared into his teacher’s eyes with a mixture of fear and fascination.

Suddenly Mr Way pushed off the wall, his smile quickly fading into a look of horror as he dragged his hands down his face. “Get out” He moaned quietly, refusing to look back at his student who stood a steaming hot mess against the classroom wall. Frank shook his head, snapping back to reality as his fingers slowly curled into fists. “What the fuck” He murmured, staring at the man who had changed so suddenly. What the hell just happened? Was he just sexually assaulted?

“I said get out! Get out of my classroom now” He roared, beckoning at the door as he stared back at Frank with venomous eyes. He didn’t hesitate; grabbing his bag, he swiftly ran out of the classroom and into the hall, slamming the door behind him. Frank pressed his forehead against the cold white washed wall of the school corridor, his heart racing.

What the fuck was that about?

Notes

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