Hey Mr. Way

I walked into school and looked down at my phone so it looked like I was texting someone and so it looked like I wasn't the complete looser that I was. I heard someone shout '' Emo Kid's got a friend to text!'' along with other insults. I kept on walking quickly with my head down and ignored then as usual. I knew for a fact that I could beat almost anyone in the school in a fight, but I didn't want to start one because I knew that 1. Everyone would gang up on me and I'd have no chance, 2. They would make up some ridiculous aliby and get themselves out of trouble, 3. I'd get the blame, 4. I'd get detention and I couldn't be bothered with that, 5. Mr. Way could find out and I didn't want him to think I was - wait what? No Frank! Mr. Way is a teacher, why would I even.. NO!
'' Fuck! '' I gasped as I walked into someone who was walking the other way and I fell to the ground with a thump.
'' Oh my gosh, are you alright Frankie? I'm so sorry, are you hurt?'' I heard a voice say to me.
What? Who the fuck would apologise to me and ask me if I'm okay? I looked up to see a man dressed in a not-so-smart outfit. You guessed it. Mr. Way. Fuck. I panicked.
'' Oh, y-yeah, I'm fine. I mean, are you okay? I'm sorry Mr. Way.'' I stuttered. Mr. Way giggled in a high pitched way and offered me his hand. I took it sheepishly and he pulled me up off the ground. I apologised again and thanked him as I scooted off down the cooridor. I heard Mr. Way chuckle and shout something like '' Watch it next time! '' In a jokey way. He was so funny! No Frank! I cursed to myself under my breath for this..this..feeling toward Mr. Way. It felt..weird. I didn't know really. Do I love him? This feeling feels...different to any I've had before.. it was a strong feeling...kinda in the heart area. No, I didn't love Mr. Way. NO NO NO NO NO! I DON'T!
My thoughts were interrupted as someone threw a stick at me. Where the fuck did they even get that from. I had a good mind to chuck it straigh back, but I refrained from that, because of all that could happen. I trudged through my lessons all day then, after what seemed like an eternity, I reached last lesson. I looked at my timetable. Art. Art was last lesson again? Well okay then, not complaining!

Notes

Well well Frank, have you got feelings for Mr. Way??? ;) x

~ FaBul0us_KiLLj0y