Hey Mr. Way

I woke up the next morning with a headache and a painful sore throat. Great. When I checked the clock I realised I was going to be late if I didn't get up. I dragged myself reluctantly out of bed, wishing I could stay but knowing I had to go. I need to sort things out with Gerard. I feel guilty about yesterday but I think he really needs to understand the consequences. He says he doesn't care about going to jail. Fair enough, but I would. I'd miss him so much, I don't even know if I'd be able to cope without him. He's literally all I have, apart from my mum of course.
I really just wanted to stay at home but I forced myself to go to school. I must go, for Gerard.
I had a dream last night. I can't really remember it properly, but what I do remember that Gerard wasn't at school and I was really worried where he could be. I knew it was just a dream but I was still getting more and more nervous about it while I walked closer to school. By the time school was in sight I was starting to feel sick, so I took in big gulps of the cold air in the hopes that it might calm me down and make me feel better. I got even more nervous thinking that Gerard might drive past in his car, like when he told me he always used to time everything right so he drove past me in a morning. I really didn't want that awkwardness.
I felt relieved when I saw that Gerard's car was already in the teacher's car park. Automatically, when I got inside school, my eyes swept over the busy corridor to see if I could see him. I almost instantly regretted it when I caught his eye from the other end of the corridor. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity but was really only two seconds, before I managed to drag my eyes away from him.
I hated to admit it to myself, but Gerard really did look awful today. But don't get me wrong he was still cute and hot as fuck, as always. He looked forlorn and lost, and his eyes were red and swollen which told me he'd been crying, and he had dark circles around them. His hair was messy like he hadn't even bothered with it. The outfit he had on was his usual attire of black skinny jeans, a shirt and a tie, but today he didn't look as neat as he could be. And that's saying something because he very rarely actually dresses smartly.
I kept on walking, averting my eyes to the floor and avoiding all the urges to run up to him and hug him tightly, tell him how much I never want to lose him, and tell him how much I just really fucking love him.

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter guys, also I think this is the penultimate (second to last, just in case anyone didn't know) chapter of Hey Mr Way.
So, after that, if you're interested in a sequel, could I ask for you to please stay subscribed, so I can post updates about when it's going to be up, and what it's going to be about etc.
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