The Fantasy

Frank wandered down the corridor of Belleville High Schools music department, a black rucksack decorated with band badges hung from his left shoulder as he carried his guitar through the school. A lock of black hair had fallen before his eyes and the urge to drop everything to push it out of his face was creeping up on him. “Fucking hair” he muttered to himself as he passed a group of year 7’s who eyed him with caution. He smirked as he passed them. He looked older for his age; dressed in dark skinny jeans, a long sleeved, red chequered shirt and with his new contacts, Frank Way could almost pass for the same age as his friends instead of 14.

He pressed on; focusing on getting to his locker before the bell rang out; signalling the mass crowd of high school students to swarm the halls in a frantic attempt to escape the clutches of the school. Yet, while this wasn’t his usual reason for leaving class so early, his mind had wandered elsewhere. For once, he didn’t dwell on the problems at home; the abuse he had once suffered at the hands of his father or bloodied razor blade which he kept hidden under his bed; that was something he had put to bed a while back. Instead, his mind wandered back to that moment in art class... to him. His heart skipped a beat. Mr Way was an enigma; intriguing. He had never found himself so fascinated by someone before. His charming appearance yet dark and distant personality excited him; awakening something inside him. He thought back to the moment in the woods, fantasies of what could have happened danced across his mind; pulling Mr Way closer to him, gently cupping his face with his hand as he firmly pressed his lips against his. His heart fluttered as his cheeks began to blush a pale red. He lowered his head to the floor; almost ashamed at himself for acting like this.

“Hey Frank?”

Frank quickly slammed his locker shut as he turned, wide eyed, to face Mikey; staring at her for a moment. He couldn’t help but stare into his eyes, those somewhat familiar eyes. “Oh um... hi” He stammered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “Look, sorry for ruining your work” Mikey held up his hands, shaking his head as a warm smile formed upon his lips. “Its fine, don’t worry about “He reassured, leaning against the cold metal of the lockers. Frank nodded, forcing a half hearted smile as he began to put his headphones in. "So what are you doing after this?" A Mikey asked, stopping him from putting in his headphones. Frank shrugged. "Oh uh, nothing. Going home I suppose” He replied, clearing his throat as he spoke. He was never good with people. Even with the friends at his old school, he always found himself to be cold and distant from them.

Perhaps, in some ways, he was better off alone.

"Wanna grab a coffee then? Don’t worry this isn’t a date or anything" He grinned. Frank smiled; a genuine smile this time. He shook his head, staring down nervously at the floor for a moment before meeting Mikey’s gaze. He liked this kid. He was different from everyone else he had met before. "Seriously?" He raised an eyebrow, watching Mikey nod in reply before leading him down the hall.

****

The boy’s took their seats in starbucks, a short, awkward silence hung in the air as Frank fiddled with the hem of his sleeves. “I’ll just grab us some coffee” He said happily. When he walked away, Frank couldn’t help but check him out. They way his body moved, those eyes... it was all too familiar.
“Frank?” A male’s voice appeared from behind him and he froze. He slowly turned around where he was met with the familiar hazel eyes of Mr Way. His body tensed, his nerves starting to get the better of him. “Alright sir” He said, trying to sound confident and uncaring as he turned back around in his seat.

Just pretend like you don’t know him, maybe he’ll go away.


He was wrong. Mr Way took the seat in front of him, his eyes wide with questions. “What are you doing here with Mikey?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Frank cleared his throat; why was he so nervous? His mind quickly wandered back to that moment in the classroom, how he suddenly became so frightening.

He certainly didn’t want to get on the wrong side of him again.

“We’re friends” Frank said casually, glancing over at Mikey who was still ordering their drinks. "I don't want you near him." He growled, his dark eyes stared sharply at Frank who sat dumbfounded in his seat. Who the hell did he think he was? He couldn’t tell him who he could and couldn’t see! "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" he yelled, slamming his fist down on the table God he couldn’t stand this man! And yet, he as he locked eyes with the man before him, he couldn’t help but feel attracted to him.

Mr Way looked him up and down once more before grabbing hold of his wrist, squeezing it tightly as he pinned it against the table. He gazed into my eyes like he’d done yesterday, deeply, and filled with hunger. Frank winced in pain, struggling to free himself from his teachers grasp. “Sir please let go!” He cried. Mr Way slowly shook his head; his eyes remained fixed upon Frank’s pained face. “I wasn’t asking you. I was telling you it was a statement. You think this is easy for me, to see you with him? I’m asking you to back the fuck off.” He said sternly, flashing him a cold, hard look before releasing him and walking out of the coffee shop. Frank sat there in silence, rubbing his wrist as he stared after him. What the fuck was that all about? “Everything alright?” Mikey asked, sitting down in front of him as he handed him a cup of coffee. Frank quickly stood up, unable to hide the fear on his face as he stormed out of the coffee shop; ignoring Mikey’s cries as he watched him leave.

*****

Mikey walked inside his house, pressing his back against the cold wood of the door as he stared up at the ceiling. Mr Way slowly walked into the hallway, pushing his dark hair off his face as he offered Mikey a sweet smile. “How was school” He asked. Mikey scoffed him, pushing past him as he walked into the kitchen. “You just can’t help yourself can you Gee” Mikey sighed heavily, refusing to look as his brother as a feeling of betrayal washed over him. Gerard stared at him, wide eyed and confused as Mikey leant against the counter. “I... I don’t know what you mean” He stammered. Mikey punched the wall, a trickle of blood slowly running down his skin as he stared menacingly at him, a look of hatred flickering in his eyes. “I will NOT lose my friends because you can’t control yourself” He sneered, running out of the kitchen and up the stairs into his room. He didn’t want to be near him, he couldn’t even look at him. How could he possibly be related to someone who had an affair with a student?

Gerard sat slumped against the kitchen counter, guilt coursing through his veins as his mind raced from one thought to the next. His heart pounding as he found himself unable to think of anyone else but Frank. He had to stay in control. He had to control his urges. He knew it was wrong. He knew he could never get into a relationship with Frank, he was his teacher and that was completely illegal. But as he remember that moment in the classroom, the moment where he wanted nothing more than to press his lips against his, he knew, he couldn't control himself- the temptation was too much for him to handle.

Gerard sighed heavily, knew himself all too well and he hated himself for it.

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