break my will to fly or love

after school I realized that this year is going to be the same as the last seven years. in eighth period a jock pushed me into the locker, like always. calling me short, stupid and gay. I really don't care though, I have come to understand that, my time spent being hurt is almost over. the time they have hurt me has wasted their choice of fame is gone. my revenge is coming and I am waiting for the perfect time. for now I get to hang out with the hottest- I mean the coolest teacher in the place. I know my mom won't care about me going to mr.way's because she works until 8 o'clock to support her and I. after dad left a few years back, she hasn't found ways to make herself love anyone but me. which is nice and all, being not a lot of people like me but, mom really needs a boyfriend.

"you wanted to see me mr.way?" I asked
"no, I wanted to hang out with you. what was it... hmm?" he answered
"frank."
"no, it was ah! fwankie!" he cheered
"oh yeah" I laughed nervously.
"here. my ordinal copy of watchmen" he handed me the colored paper to me and instantly I began to read it.

mr.way sat behind his desk and watched me as I continued to read.

"mr.way what is your real name?"
"hm? don't you think it might be a little unprofessional of me to tell you that"
"gerard?"
"what? dam it! how?"
"its on that little plaques thingy"
"fine yes but you can only call me that after school"
"so you wanted to become a teacher?"
"do you like asking questions?"
"yah kinda" god the sexiest man in the world is talking to me. being so real, in my noreal world.

no matter how much I wanted gerard, I knew in the back of my fucked up world, that I couldn't have him. one it would be weird, wrong and I think he would reject me. two telling my mother her saint is gay. three I don't really know him. but what if he likes me- no he probably has a girlfriend and a life.

"what are you doing?" gerard was now in front of me, looking into my eyes, saying my name. I felt a liquid on my jaw and a tightness in my skinny jeans.
"sorry perfect" 'fuck'
"oh" he cocked an eyebrow
"sorry im sorry"
"aw you didn't call me perfect that time"
"r-really?"
"come on kid, you were moaning my name"
"I should leave n-now" I got off the table and handed him the comic. I grabbed my bookbag and began to headed out the door
"fwankie, don't leave" he pleaded
"can I ask you a few things"
"why not, im new here and I don't have a lot of friends here" 'its like community service for a hot guy'
"okay, how old are you and do you have a girlfriend?"
"kid don't fuck with me. I know you are gay, its the only thing people talk about here"
'damn not helping my self-esteem'
"and I know you want me. no I don't have girlfriend. i'm 23."
"..." I stared at my feet

gerard walked over to me and placed his thumb under my chin.

"I want you too. I know, I know, its your typical story but you are different in this school and again typical"

I felt like crying. why?

"than why don't you" 'fuck why did I say that'
"I do believe it would be wrong being you are an minor and I am your teacher along with the fact your mother is a catholic"
"yeah it was stupid"
"bring your guitar tomorrow, okay?" he gave me smile
"yeah sure"
"how late can you stay? cause I got to go"
"till' 8 o'clock. why?"
"okay please don't find this weird but do you wanna go for coffee?"
"uhh... sure, yeah"
"lets go" he grabbed his trench coat and put three folders into his bag. he pulled his keys out of his pocket and took my hand. I gasped and looked at him, he smiled as we walked to the parking lot. he lead me to a black Mercedes, and jumped into the front seat.

"this is yours?"
"when my grandma left, she leaved me and my brother with a little bit of money"
"a bit?"
"a lot, okay! I didn't want girls throwing them selfs on me"
"understood. is this all you bought?"
"nah, I bought a nice house, you know?"
"can I see it?"
"uh? yeah yeah, i'd like that"

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