Cemetery Drive

Frank wandered into the school and blinked sleepily at the empty corridor. He yanked his phone out his pocket to check the time. He was ten minutes early. He groaned and slumped against the wall, still unable to really focus on anything properly due to still being extremely tired. He decided to go to his first lesson early, try to make a good impression, that's what his mum always told him. He pulled his timetable out his blazer pocket and looked at what he had first. Art. He groaned again and pushed himself off the wall, slowly walking to the art room. He looked at the time again before entering the room, it had only been two minutes. He pushed himself against the door, too lazy to open it properly. He stumbled in and looked around at the empty room, Mr Way wasn't even there yet. He dropped his bag beside the back table and fell into the chair, pushed his head into his arms. He started to doze off until he heard an overly happy voice call his name.
"Frank?" He looked up to find Gerard dumping his stuff by his desk, a huge grin plastered on his face. He started to walk towards Frank.
"You're early," he looked down at his watch, frowning in a confused way. Frank let out a tired laugh.
"Yeah, I know. My mum didn't want me to be late," he yawned and stretched his arms out. He let them flop onto the desk again and he looked up at his art teacher just as he leant against the table, leaning close towards Frank.
"Make a good impression," Gerard smirked when he saw Frank nodding. It's what every parent says to their child, it's just an excuse to dump their kid at school early. But Gerard didn't mind Frank being early, it meant it was just the two of them, which he liked the thought of a lot...
"Hey, is that your book?" Gerard pointed at the paint stained book under Frank's arms. Frank lifted his arms to let Gerard take it and flick through it. He smiled at every drawing and painting he saw.
"This is so good," he said, his voice barely a whisper. He looked at the student and smiled, handing him the art book. Their hands brushed gently, sending fireworks through Gerard's body. He turned around quickly to hide the blush that had crept to his cheeks. Frank coughed awkwardly, trying to hide his own blush. The teacher wandered back to his desk and sat down. There was still five minutes until first lesson, and both men were hoping for someone to walk in, just to break the awkwardness that had now formed in the room. Frank flung his book open and started to draw. He didn't know what exactly he was drawing, he was just letting his hand take control. He watched as line after line scratched across the page. The bell suddenly tore him out of his trance and he looked up to see other students flood into the room. He saw Mikey, who gave him a huge smile. He jumped into the seat next to Frank, bumping him slightly.
"Fraaaaaaaaaank" Mikey nudged him slightly to get his attention. Frank nudged him back.
"Mikeeeey?" he answered, and waited for Mikey's response. Without saying a word, Mikey pointed at his drawing, Frank looked down to see what he had actually drawn.
"That's so good!" Mikey grinned at him. Frank slammed the book shut and shrugged at him.
"Ger- Mr Way! Come look at Frank's drawing, it's amazing!" Mikey called the teacher over. He happily made his way to their table and gently wrestled the book out of Frank's grip. Fuck fuck fuck fuck was the only thing going through Frank's head as the teacher flicked to his latest drawing. The art teacher looked at Frank and then the drawing again. He tilted his head slightly and carried on staring at the drawing.
"Uh, Frank can I see you after class, please?" Mr Way asked politely as he placed the book back onto the desk.
"W-Why?" Frank stuttered. The teacher frowned at him before answering.
"Because I need to talk to you," he said sternly. Frank frowned and shook his head.
"But why? What did I do?" He protested. He watched as his teacher's face got angrier. He slammed his hand down in front of the student, making him and the others jump.
"Because I asked you to! And just for arguing back you can have an after school detention with me today," he turned around and stormed back to the front of the class. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and walked back to Frank, shoving it in front of him. Detention slip, what a great impression i'm making today. Frank groaned and pulled his phone out, texting his mum that he was staying after school to help for a bit. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? The bell rang and everyone did their best to get out of the class as quickly as they could, especially Frank. But Frank being as slow as he is, he ended up being the last, along with Mikey. He glared at his teacher before leaving the room. Gerard sighed and pushed his head into his hands. Why did he get so angry? He's never gotten that angry at a student before. Everything seemed alright before class. He thought of their hands brushing again and a gentle shiver ran through his body. Just that was enough to drive him crazy. Imagine what more would do.
"Oh god," the teacher moaned as he started to imagine the student unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
"Mr Way?" a student coughed. He jumped and looked up at the class sitting in front of him. He felt his face burn as another blush made it's way to his cheeks. Nice one, Gerard, he cringed to himself before starting the class.

Notes

Pretty rubbish chapter. I'm not sure, really. But yeah, enjoy, maybe?
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