Yes, Mr. Way

Friday

I sat down at my desk and sighed, another day of teaching horrible teenagers, well, most of them. I set out the papers carefully on my desk and waited patiently for the flood of kids to arrive, hormonal, annoying kids. As the first few walked in, I smiled pleasantly to only be ignored; whatever then I don’t have too fucking smile. The next people walked in, and the next, until the class was full of loud students. “Sit down class” I shouted from my slouched position at my desk, from my experiences at this place, I had really started to hate teaching, but I guess I couldn’t risk losing my job, not yet anyway. “Sit down class” I repeated, as a few of them still lingered, which irritated me greatly, “SIT DOWN!” I screamed, causing a mass of silence, the rest of the class finally sat down. I nodded at their obedience and stood up. “Today were going to be going over Pythagoras” I said, and one of the students laughed, “What’s funny?” I sneered, placing my hands on my hips in a rather sassy pose, I liked it though. Nobody spoke. “I’m going to ask nicely, what is funny?” I said, trying to control my anger, the boy shrugged. “Nothing”, “The only thing that’s going to be funny is when you fail your maths exam and your crying because you would rather piss about than listen, am I right?” I snarled, walking closer to him. The boy blushed as a few of the class laughed. “Anyway, today we are going to be doing A grade Pythagoras, so I hope you have been doing your research” I laughed.

I wrote some questions on the board for the class to do, and many of them got to work straight away, apart from a group of lads at the back that were giggling and throwing paper. I walked over to them. “Why are you throwing paper?” I said, and the boy laughed, “Because I can” he smirked, throwing another piece. I took the paper from him and bent down, “Stop being an insolent boy, and do your work” I snapped, “No”, “Mr. GAY, been fucking around with the emo faggot recently?” he laughed, followed by a gasp from the rest of the class. The temptation to grab him by the throat was killing me, but of cause I was in a school and I would probably lose my job. “You think your funny don’t you? But trust me, karma will come back to bite you on the ass” I sneered, before standing up and walking back to the front. “Sure, faggot” he laughed, “GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY CLASS RIGHT NOW” I screamed, my face burning red with rage, The boy shut his mouth and ran out, “Sorry class” I said calmly before sitting down. I really hate kids like him, he puts a bad name on teenagers, shame people like him and those who bully Frank exist, the world sucks.

***TIME LAPSE***

My shift was finally over, thank fuck. I head back to my car, got in and headed to Franks, to pick him up like I had promised. I got to his house and saw him waiting patiently outside, I smiled as he got in, “Hey” he said, sitting down and putting his seat belt on. “How’s your day been?” he added, as I drove towards mine, “Well, it’s been eventful” I laughed, “Why?” Frank said. “I had to shout at some stupid asshole but apart from that, pretty quiet” I said, “What did he do?” Frank asked, “It doesn’t matter, he has been dealt with anyway”. I heard Frank let out a sigh.

We finally got to mine and walked inside before sitting down on the sofa; I pulled Frank into a tight cuddle and kissed him hard. “I’ve really missed you” I said, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, “I missed you too” he said, his arms tightening their grip. “Are you feeling better?” I asked, pulling away gently, Frank nodded, “Still hurts but, not as bad”, “Good” I smiled, kissing him again.

Notes

I know its kinda short sorryy!