Hey Mr. Way

The classroom door swung open and I walked inside. A few people were already here, infact almost the whole class apart from Tyler Jackson and a couple of his croonies. I sat on my stool and waited for Mr. Way to begin.
'' Well, seing as most of you are here, I'll begin, '' he started, '' I just want you to carry on with your project you started last lesson. The equipment you need is being handed round by...I need a volunteer...?''
Nobody put their hand up, so I decided to do it. I stood straight up and asked Mr. Way where the things were. Straight away I hear someone mumble something under their breath and then some snickering. Obviously about me. Guessing people aren't alowed to be helpful anymore then. Some kid shouted '' Teachers pet! '' and I glanced over expressionless. It was Tyler, who had just arrived late to class.
'' Excuse me, Tyler, but you're not going to come in late to my lesson, then disrupt it by shouting out, and offend someone all at the same time. Get out before I get angry with you. '' Mr. Way said calmly.
'' Fuck no, Mr.....Gay.'' He replied.
'' Hah, very fucking mature. Get your arse out that fucking door before I kick it out. ''
'' Yeah, like to see you try, Gayboy.''
Mr. Way walked up to Tyler and when he got a few inches away Tyler shot out of the door and slammed it hard. By this time I'd found the cupboard where the paints were kept and started to hand them out. I got to the last table, the one I was dreadding and saving to last, in the hope that Mr. Way would come back in and make sure nothing happened. It was the table where all Tyler's friends were sitting. I put the paint pots quickly on the table and tried to get away, but one of them grabbed me from behind on my collar and another got my arms and held me still. Tyler's best friend, Danny Jones, Grabbed a pot filled with red paint. Without warning he threw it at me, splattering red all down my clothes. He grabbed the black and smeared it all round my eyes and on my lips, then giving my stripes down my cheeks, that were apparently ' tears '. Just at that moment Mr. Way came back into the classroom, catching them in the act. They had no way to escape this one.
'' What the fuck do you think you're doing! Let him go right now, little twats! '' He exclaimed. The boys dropped me and ran back into their seats. Mr. Way rushed over to me and looked at my face for a second, before rushing me to the sink to wash it off with paper towels.
'' You three are all in detention, for however long I can fucking be bothered looking after you little shits. '' He called to them across the classroom. There was no reply, they just stayed silent. Tyler was back in the classroom and the boys were telling him the whole story. The whole class was litsening too, just incase they had missed a bit.
I was just breathing heavily. I was still in shock from 1. When they grabbed me all of a sudden and 2. The way that Mr. Way had acted, because I didn't expect him to be that protective over me. He was holding me tight in his arms, as if he still had to protect me from something. I loved every second of him dabbing at my face and peering into my eyes to make sure he hadn't missed a single speck. He tried to wipe my shirt but it wasn't working.
'' Hey, listen, '' He started, because he could tell I was upset about the shirt being ruined, '' I'll buy you a new one, I promise. ''
'' Y-you don't need to, honestly. '' I said.
Mr. Way insisted on it and in the end I just had to agree with it. He stepped back to look at me, as if admiring his artwork. He told me he'd got all the black off my face and that I could go and do my work now, seeing as the paint on my shirt was dry and had already definitely stained it. Mr. Way walked back over to his desk and started writing out detention slips for the boys and Tyler. The bell rang not long after I'd been cleaned up. The whole class stormed out before Mr. Way could get anyone to stay behind and help clear up, so I helped. As I was wiping down the tables I glanced up and saw Mr. Way bending over to reach the other side of the table, his ass wiggling as he rubbed the table quite violently. I stared for ages before realising I was staring and I quickly looked away. He could have just gone round the table...surely? Was he doing that on purpose? No...no, he wouldn't want to...flirt..would he? Oh fine. I admit it. I do like Mr. Way. He's just perfect in every way. Every way. I love him, he's so hot too...
I carried on with the tables, and leaned over to reach into the middle. I suddenly stood back up and span round because I felt dizzy from leaning over, and I saw Mr. Way staing right at my...arse. Oh. My. God. Fuck, help me! I went red and so did he. Mr. Way quickly turned around and started with the table again, and I did the same, pretending not to notice him turn around again after 2 minutes. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, staring at me again. I looked up and caught him again, but this time he didn't turn away. He walked slowly up to me, and he eventually got so close I could feel his breath. He stared at me for a couple of seconds and then pulled me close to him. I breathed in his musky smell of body spray and incence sticks. Woah. He hugged me tight and held me against his chest. I felt his hand reach up my shirt and I let out a little gasp as he brushed past my nipple. He grinned at me and kissed me for a little, before pulling away, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting us. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and said, '' Right, that's all I needed help for. Thanks Frankie. ''
I just flushed and said a small '' Bye '' as I walked out of the classroom. I turned around just before I walked through the door and saw him wink at me, so I gave him a small wave and left. What the fuck just happened?!

Notes

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~ FaBul0us_KiLLj0y