Hey Mr. Way

The bell rang just a second later and I sighed and pulled away from the hug.
'' God I fucking miss you Gee, '' I whispererd.
'' Yeah but you have Art with me last lesson, '' he replied. I sighed and nodded, really not wanting to leave, but knowing I'd have to. I gave him one last hug and grabbed my back, heading out of the door quickly to lesson because I didn't want to be late, I was in enough trouble already today. I checked my timetable and it said I had Math. Oh great, just the lesson I wanted. Not. When I stepped into the classroom everyone who was already in there looked up at me.
'' Can I see your drawing? '' someone sniggered.
'' Why were you drawing a naked man, gayboy? '' another jock sneered at me. I just chose to ignore them, because if I answered I'd probably just get more shit off them. Some little shit stuck their leg out and I stumbled over it, but luckily I didn't fall onto the floor.
'' Frank, stop fooling around and get to your seat, '' my teacher called. I was so not in the mood for this kind of shit.
'' Fuck off, '' I murmured under my breath, rolling my eyes as I said it. Luckily my teacher didn't hear or I'd be in more trouble than I already was. No doubt I'd be getting a detention for what I did last lesson. Oh well, see me care.
About halfway through the lesson, a screwed up piece of paper hit me on the head. I leaned down and picked it up, then unscrewed it to read some shit that someone had written. Nope, no writing, but instead a drawing, of a guy with no shirt on. It was a shit drawing, just some crappy sketch to take the piss out of me. I just chuckled.
'' Nice work, jock, maybe go back to Art class, looks like you need to learn how to draw,'' I muttered, not loud enough for anyone to hear, before screwing it up and throwing it on the floor. Stupid dicks thinking they can push me around like that, most of the shit they do just makes me laugh now, when I say most I mean pretty much all of it. Apart from when they chase me down the hallway with a knife, that's not exactly funny.
I just sat there and got on with my work, not really understanding any of it but I thought I might aswell try because I was picking options for gcse this year, so I better get my ass in gear.
Finally the bell went off and it was last lesson, Art! My mood changed suddenly and I was happy for once.
I got to the Art coridoor and saw Tyler and Danny stood by Gerard's door. I walked up to them cautiously.
Tyler reached out and grabbed my collar, then pushed me against the wall.
'' I asked you this time and time again, but never got an answer from you, '' he said in a low tone, '' do you love Mr. Way? ''
'' N-N-No, '' I said, instantly hating myself for lying.
'' Then why'd you draw him shirtless? '' he asked, narrowing his eyes.
'' I-I didn't, I j-just made that up, I s-swear! '' I replied, internally wincing because I lied again.
'' Don't lie. I know you love him, and I know you've jacked off thinking of him before, '' Tyler said.
I stayed silent, tears were welling up in my eyes.
'' No! '' I said loudly.
'' You want gay sex with him, don't you? You want him to fuck you, am I right, or am I right? '' he said quietly.
'' G-Get off me! '' I yelled, then he smacked me around the face. He lifted a fist into the air threateningly.
'' Answer me truthfully, '' he said, '' do you love Mr. Way? ''
'' Put. Him. The. Fuck. Down. ''

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