You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.
Chapter 1
You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.
Chapter 1
"Well Mr Way, good luck, I don't think you'll need it, their a good bunch of kids," Mr Smyth spoke quickly, guiding me through the ongoing, wide corridors of Belleville high school, "if you need anything at any time just come find me in my office." He didn't smile, but instead stroked his shining head as if to run his hands through his nonexistent hair before stopping and turning his looming figure towards a large, ugly green door. "This is your classroom Mr Way," he turned to look at me before turning the slightly rusty door handle and opening the doorway into what looked like a class of brainwashed children - each child was sat in almost silence scribbling into their books, it was a sight I thought I'd never see in a high school ... a class actually behaving minus any adult supervision. "Class! This is Mr Way, he'll be replacing Miss Williams for the rest of this year whilst she's on maternity leave," Mr Smyth stood at the front of the classroom watching as 30 pairs of eyes moved to stare at their new teacher, "I'll leave you to it." Hastily he walked out the ugly green door, shutting it on his way out. I couldn't help but notice how one of the boys on the back rows mouths fell slightly as he glanced at the Iron Maiden shirt underneath my black suit jacket. I shuffled awkwardly to the front desk.
"Erm well, hi class," I waved awkwardly as I sat down into the ridiculously sized black chair tucked into the desk, "erm well I suppose you already know I'm Mr Way ..." I drifted off, trying to think of something to say to the 30 pairs of eyes staring at me. "Well, seen as I don't know any of your names, why don't we go around the class and you guys can tell me your name and your favourite thing like say your favourite band or TV show or book or whatever ..." I glanced around the class hoping someone would either put their hand up or just start the ball rolling ... sadly nobody did. "Why don't I start? Well, my names Gerard but to you guys I'm Mr Way, um my favourite thing is ..." I tried to pick just one thing but gave up, "fuck," I muttered, "right you can say more than one thing! I like comics, bands - real bands thought not any of this Justin Bieber shit - um, doodling I suppose ... oh and guys." I grinned slightly, trying to break the ice with my last choice but sighing as I received a look of horror from the burly looking jocks sat near the back of the room. As not a single person put their hand up to go next I gave up and decided to pick the blonde girl on the front row. "Hey um you, blonde chick with the misfits wristband, what's your name?" I smiled at her encouragingly. She stared at me first in shock that she'd been picked then in panic.
"Um, what was the question again sir?" The brown haired boy sat next to her burst out laughing.
"What's your name and your favourite thing?" I sighed, getting the sudden feeling that this first day wasn't going to be as good as my brother Mikey had said it would be.
"Oh I'm Indy, um I like ... the misfits!" She grinned at me and I returned the smile.
"Good choice! You kid, brown haired guy next to Indy, you're next." I waved my finger at him and he snapped to attention.
"Patrick, I like comics." He slumped back down in his seat when he saw I was satisfied with his answer. Eventually I got my way around the whole class apart from the last row of boys at the back of the class.
"Afro boy?" I spun slightly on my chair so I could see him better.
"I'm Ray, um my favourite thing is my guitar I guess." He smiled awkwardly at me.
"Good choice Ray good choice!" I grinned, "blonde guy next to Ray?" I asked the dirty blonde next to the fuzzy haired boy.
"My names Bob, I like drums." For some bizarre reason the blonde pretended to start playing an imaginary drum set.
"Um, that's nice ..." I stared at him in confusion before shaking my head and looking at the boy next to Bob.
"You spiky haired kid next to Bob and Ray?" By now I was leaning over my desk to see the unnamed boys face and it was starting to hurt my side slightly.
"I'm Frank, um my favourite stuff is my guitar, comics and guys I guess." He grinned at me, touching his shiny silver lip ring with his tongue whilst doing so.
"Frank right, so, hi class um like Mr Smyth said, I'll be your teacher for the rest of the year whilst your last ones popping out a kid," I started to wave my hands in the air as I struggled to find something to talk about, "um well I guess you guys can carry on with whatever it was you were doing before I got here since there's only 20 minutes of class left, we'll start something next lesson." I clapped my hands together before opening a study book which I'd secretly hidden a comic book inside of. That way, if Mr Smyth or a different member of staff were to walk in it would look as though I was looking at a study book rather than the Hell Boy comic book I was actually looking at. A short while after I had finished my comic, a strange sounding buzzer alerted myself and the class that it was break time, the 30 students in front of me picked up their satchels and rucksacks before trudging out of the disgustingly decorated classroom out into the corridor and away to different areas of the school site. Begrudgingly, I picked up my own brown leather satchel and meandered towards the staff room I had been shown on a map earlier that morning. The door was the same putrid green colour as the one creating the entrance to my classroom, I shoved my way through it and into the large, dusty looking room filled with bookshelves and small chairs. In the far corner there seemed to be a kitchen like area, somewhere to prepare food and drinks after a handful of hours with a group of hormonal teenagers.
"You must be Mr Way!" A short blonde appeared in front of me, her fair hair curving around her face like you would expect a pixies to, "I'm Mrs Urie!" She smiled widely at me before leading me over towards the rest of the staff, sitting me down next to a large looking man who resembled Father Christmas slightly due to his thinning white beard and oversized stomach. Clearing her throat, the blonde clapped her hands together, "this is Mr Way who's filling in for Hayley at the moment." Turning, she sat in the dark blue chair next to me.
"Oh you can call me Gerard." I smiled awkwardly at the staff members who seemed to be staring more at my shirt rather than my face. The rest of my break went by rather smoothly, hardly anyone spoke to me but that was how I preferred it. After a while the buzzer went and I slowly trudged towards my classroom.
"Hi guys." I clapped my hands together to get the classes attention and stared at each individual pupil. "So I've been told I'm to teach you all some of that good old biology junk right?" I sat down in my chair, spinning slightly just to ease the butterfly's fluttering around in my stomach. The class mumbled a general yes and I proceeded to open up a text book I had found and play some videos I had managed to also find on YouTube. After an hour another buzzer went off to signal lunch time and once again the class picked up their bags and shuffled in a zombie like fashion out of the doorway ... except one boy, Frank. He stood up from his seat at the back after everyone else had left and walked to the front whilst slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Um hi sir, I was wondering, if you wanted to come sit with me, Ray and Bob at lunch? I mean you know since your pretty much like the new guy and everything but you seem to be pretty awesome." He smiled shyly pointing at my Iron Maiden shirt.
"Ugh, yeah sure." I mumbled, grabbing my satchel and following the small elf like boy out the door.
"So um, how are you?" Frank asked awkwardly, walking by his new teachers side on their way to the canteen.
"Well apart from having a raging storm of butterfly's taking over my insides pretty much fine, yourself?" I smiled slightly, trying to make Frank feel less awkward.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine thanks sir." He looked down at the floor as we stood at the end of the meal queue. In an eerie silence we both got our meals and Frank lead me over to the table where both Ray and Bob were sat. Slowly a conversation began to emerge, mainly from Ray questioning me about different aspects of my life such as why had I picked this job and why didn't I become a comic book artist? Finally the bell rang and I returned to my classroom with the three boys behind me. Eventually the end of the day came and I left the large school building with a variety of different students books clutched against my chest on the way to my car. "Awww pickles!" I exclaimed as I dropped a handful of the bright orange books onto the floor next to my car wheel. Finally after picking up the books and throwing them onto the back seat of my car I drove home with Black Flag screaming out of my stereo system.
"How was your first day then?" Mikey climbed over the sofa away from his seat in front of the TV to greet me as I burst through the front door.
"Okay I guess." I mumbled, dropping half the orange books in my arms on the floor as I stumbled my way towards my room.
"Told you it would be!" Mikey shouted after me, smugness in his voice. I sighed, dropping the books onto the floor and collapsing onto my bed, falling into a deep sleep almost instantly.
/ The name of this fic will become very clear in the final chapter. /
Chapter 1
"Well Mr Way, good luck, I don't think you'll need it, their a good bunch of kids," Mr Smyth spoke quickly, guiding me through the ongoing, wide corridors of Belleville high school, "if you need anything at any time just come find me in my office." He didn't smile, but instead stroked his shining head as if to run his hands through his nonexistent hair before stopping and turning his looming figure towards a large, ugly green door. "This is your classroom Mr Way," he turned to look at me before turning the slightly rusty door handle and opening the doorway into what looked like a class of brainwashed children - each child was sat in almost silence scribbling into their books, it was a sight I thought I'd never see in a high school ... a class actually behaving minus any adult supervision. "Class! This is Mr Way, he'll be replacing Miss Williams for the rest of this year whilst she's on maternity leave," Mr Smyth stood at the front of the classroom watching as 30 pairs of eyes moved to stare at their new teacher, "I'll leave you to it." Hastily he walked out the ugly green door, shutting it on his way out. I couldn't help but notice how one of the boys on the back rows mouths fell slightly as he glanced at the Iron Maiden shirt underneath my black suit jacket. I shuffled awkwardly to the front desk.
"Erm well, hi class," I waved awkwardly as I sat down into the ridiculously sized black chair tucked into the desk, "erm well I suppose you already know I'm Mr Way ..." I drifted off, trying to think of something to say to the 30 pairs of eyes staring at me. "Well, seen as I don't know any of your names, why don't we go around the class and you guys can tell me your name and your favourite thing like say your favourite band or TV show or book or whatever ..." I glanced around the class hoping someone would either put their hand up or just start the ball rolling ... sadly nobody did. "Why don't I start? Well, my names Gerard but to you guys I'm Mr Way, um my favourite thing is ..." I tried to pick just one thing but gave up, "fuck," I muttered, "right you can say more than one thing! I like comics, bands - real bands thought not any of this Justin Bieber shit - um, doodling I suppose ... oh and guys." I grinned slightly, trying to break the ice with my last choice but sighing as I received a look of horror from the burly looking jocks sat near the back of the room. As not a single person put their hand up to go next I gave up and decided to pick the blonde girl on the front row. "Hey um you, blonde chick with the misfits wristband, what's your name?" I smiled at her encouragingly. She stared at me first in shock that she'd been picked then in panic.
"Um, what was the question again sir?" The brown haired boy sat next to her burst out laughing.
"What's your name and your favourite thing?" I sighed, getting the sudden feeling that this first day wasn't going to be as good as my brother Mikey had said it would be.
"Oh I'm Indy, um I like ... the misfits!" She grinned at me and I returned the smile.
"Good choice! You kid, brown haired guy next to Indy, you're next." I waved my finger at him and he snapped to attention.
"Patrick, I like comics." He slumped back down in his seat when he saw I was satisfied with his answer. Eventually I got my way around the whole class apart from the last row of boys at the back of the class.
"Afro boy?" I spun slightly on my chair so I could see him better.
"I'm Ray, um my favourite thing is my guitar I guess." He smiled awkwardly at me.
"Good choice Ray good choice!" I grinned, "blonde guy next to Ray?" I asked the dirty blonde next to the fuzzy haired boy.
"My names Bob, I like drums." For some bizarre reason the blonde pretended to start playing an imaginary drum set.
"Um, that's nice ..." I stared at him in confusion before shaking my head and looking at the boy next to Bob.
"You spiky haired kid next to Bob and Ray?" By now I was leaning over my desk to see the unnamed boys face and it was starting to hurt my side slightly.
"I'm Frank, um my favourite stuff is my guitar, comics and guys I guess." He grinned at me, touching his shiny silver lip ring with his tongue whilst doing so.
"Frank right, so, hi class um like Mr Smyth said, I'll be your teacher for the rest of the year whilst your last ones popping out a kid," I started to wave my hands in the air as I struggled to find something to talk about, "um well I guess you guys can carry on with whatever it was you were doing before I got here since there's only 20 minutes of class left, we'll start something next lesson." I clapped my hands together before opening a study book which I'd secretly hidden a comic book inside of. That way, if Mr Smyth or a different member of staff were to walk in it would look as though I was looking at a study book rather than the Hell Boy comic book I was actually looking at. A short while after I had finished my comic, a strange sounding buzzer alerted myself and the class that it was break time, the 30 students in front of me picked up their satchels and rucksacks before trudging out of the disgustingly decorated classroom out into the corridor and away to different areas of the school site. Begrudgingly, I picked up my own brown leather satchel and meandered towards the staff room I had been shown on a map earlier that morning. The door was the same putrid green colour as the one creating the entrance to my classroom, I shoved my way through it and into the large, dusty looking room filled with bookshelves and small chairs. In the far corner there seemed to be a kitchen like area, somewhere to prepare food and drinks after a handful of hours with a group of hormonal teenagers.
"You must be Mr Way!" A short blonde appeared in front of me, her fair hair curving around her face like you would expect a pixies to, "I'm Mrs Urie!" She smiled widely at me before leading me over towards the rest of the staff, sitting me down next to a large looking man who resembled Father Christmas slightly due to his thinning white beard and oversized stomach. Clearing her throat, the blonde clapped her hands together, "this is Mr Way who's filling in for Hayley at the moment." Turning, she sat in the dark blue chair next to me.
"Oh you can call me Gerard." I smiled awkwardly at the staff members who seemed to be staring more at my shirt rather than my face. The rest of my break went by rather smoothly, hardly anyone spoke to me but that was how I preferred it. After a while the buzzer went and I slowly trudged towards my classroom.
"Hi guys." I clapped my hands together to get the classes attention and stared at each individual pupil. "So I've been told I'm to teach you all some of that good old biology junk right?" I sat down in my chair, spinning slightly just to ease the butterfly's fluttering around in my stomach. The class mumbled a general yes and I proceeded to open up a text book I had found and play some videos I had managed to also find on YouTube. After an hour another buzzer went off to signal lunch time and once again the class picked up their bags and shuffled in a zombie like fashion out of the doorway ... except one boy, Frank. He stood up from his seat at the back after everyone else had left and walked to the front whilst slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Um hi sir, I was wondering, if you wanted to come sit with me, Ray and Bob at lunch? I mean you know since your pretty much like the new guy and everything but you seem to be pretty awesome." He smiled shyly pointing at my Iron Maiden shirt.
"Ugh, yeah sure." I mumbled, grabbing my satchel and following the small elf like boy out the door.
"So um, how are you?" Frank asked awkwardly, walking by his new teachers side on their way to the canteen.
"Well apart from having a raging storm of butterfly's taking over my insides pretty much fine, yourself?" I smiled slightly, trying to make Frank feel less awkward.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine thanks sir." He looked down at the floor as we stood at the end of the meal queue. In an eerie silence we both got our meals and Frank lead me over to the table where both Ray and Bob were sat. Slowly a conversation began to emerge, mainly from Ray questioning me about different aspects of my life such as why had I picked this job and why didn't I become a comic book artist? Finally the bell rang and I returned to my classroom with the three boys behind me. Eventually the end of the day came and I left the large school building with a variety of different students books clutched against my chest on the way to my car. "Awww pickles!" I exclaimed as I dropped a handful of the bright orange books onto the floor next to my car wheel. Finally after picking up the books and throwing them onto the back seat of my car I drove home with Black Flag screaming out of my stereo system.
"How was your first day then?" Mikey climbed over the sofa away from his seat in front of the TV to greet me as I burst through the front door.
"Okay I guess." I mumbled, dropping half the orange books in my arms on the floor as I stumbled my way towards my room.
"Told you it would be!" Mikey shouted after me, smugness in his voice. I sighed, dropping the books onto the floor and collapsing onto my bed, falling into a deep sleep almost instantly.
/ The name of this fic will become very clear in the final chapter. /
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