Taking Chances

I was too distracted by Mr. Way to get much of anything done for our hour long period. He would walk around the classroom every now and then, looking over people’s shoulders at their work and saying something quietly to them, whether a suggestion, compliment or to chastise. I tried, really I did, but it was like having the sun in jar; too bright and too beautiful to look away. By the time the bell rang for lunch and my torture was at an end, my nerves were completely fried.

I told Mikey and Ray that I would meet them at our usual spot as soon as Mr. Way had given me my detention slip. Mikey winked and laughed. He and Ray were the only ones I’d ever told about my being gay, and they were absolutely accepting of it; they even tried to hook me up sometimes, which was cool of them but really embarrassing for me. After all the students had gone and I’d fixed what I could of my frankly (hehe) terrible artwork, I walked over to Mr. Way’s desk.
He looked up from the sketchbook in front of him. I rocked back on my feet slightly, my breath completely taken away. He was even more beautiful up close. I felt my jeans starting get tight and blushed bright red. I was on my way to a serious hard-on in front of a teacher, and just because he smiled at me. I was losing it; I had to get away from him before he realized.
I summoned up all my previous years of acting and plastered a smile on my face, and tried to ignore perfection of his lips, the intensity of the eyes into which I gazed. I tried to freeze up my mind, and stop myself from thinking about how it would feel to kiss him, how he would taste, how he would respond. He looked up at me from where he sat, and I looked back; the chemistry was so alive it was electric. I handed Mr. Way my picture and told him I’d be back after school to serve me detention. And I ran out of the classroom, without even waiting to hear his reply.

I ran through a few corridors, until I relaxed and decided I had it together enough to go to the bleachers and going Mikez and Ray. When I got there, Mikey was leaning forward against the edge of one of the lower seats, a girl’s legs wraps around his hips. I grinned and rolled my eyes; left him to his exploits to join Ray in lying on the top steps. The cool air was helping clear my head nicely, but a smoke would do even better. Without even bothering to check for witnesses I pulled out my pack and lit up a cig. Ray sat up and grinned at me, before yelling down to Mikey.

“Hey Mikey, Frankie’s back. You wanna tell him or can I?” Mikey disentangled himself from the cheerleader who was plastered against him and ran up the stairs two at a time until he got to us.

“Tell me what?” I flicked my cigarette stump aside and waited for Mikey to spill the news already.

“So Frankie,” Mikey grinned like the Cheshire cat, “what did you think of my big bro? Think he’s more your type than all those others?” I scoffed.

“What are you on about, Mikez?” I raised an eyebrow, giving him my best impression of impatience.

“C’mon! You can’t be serious. Mr. Way, Mikey Way! Our art teacher, he’s my older brother.” My jaw flopped open and I just look at Mikey’s grinning face, completely dumbfounded. Why hadn’t I made that connection myself? I guess I had been too busy perving to pay attention. It was so obvious. And what made it worse, he was right! His brother so was my type. I already knew I wanted Mr. Way, but if he’s Mikey’s brother he was totally off limits.

“Don’t take it so seriously, Frankie. I don’t mind if you drag his shy ass out the closet. The whole family has known for years, he just won’t admit it. You could be good for him.”

“Yeah. Right. But even with your permission, he’s still a teacher.” I spoke as I started back towards the school, the guys following and the whining cheerleader fawning over Mikey. It was obvious he had lost interest though; the poor girl should have known better. Mikey had a very big reputation. We went back to our homeroom to grab some stuff for math, and headed up to the top floor as the bell rang. We were once again the first ones to class, only this time it wasn’t empty. A slim, young girl was sitting in the teacher’s desk; her multi-shaded red hair falling around her face. She was wearing a plaid mini skirt with a collared vest, and black stiletto pumps. I frowned, I was fascinated by this girl, I’d never seen her before and they hadn’t announced any new kids earlier. Her long legs were kicking slowly as if she wasn’t aware she was doing it. I walked past and aimed for a seat at the back. Mikey grabbed onto my backpack and dragged me back to the front so he could sit directly in front of the desk. Other students started to file in; I hadn’t even heard the bell ring. I looked over at Mikey to see him eyeing the girl still sitting in the teacher’s desk. He was definitely interested.
We all took our seats and waited. The girl looked up and smiled. She really was very pretty.

“Hello everyone, I’m Ms. Matthews, and I’m your new math teacher.” She got an adorably puzzled frown. “They wouldn’t tell me why the last one quit, but oh well. I guess it doesn’t matter. I’d like to get to know you all a bit more, so if you could stand up one at a time and tell me abit about yourself that would be awesome.” I glanced around the classroom and noticed the fronts rows consisted almost entirely of guys, all drooling over Ms. Matthews. No one seemed to want to stand up though, so I did.

“Hey, I’m Frank. Moved here last year, I play guitar and I suck at math. That’s about it.” I smiled at Ms. Matthews and she beamed back.

“It’s wonderful to meet you Frank.” I sat down again and suddenly every jock or wanna-be in the class was trying to go next and impress the new girl. Mikey just lounged back in his chair, a heated and confident look in his eyes. And Ms. Matthews kept glancing back at him in the same way. It had never, and I mean never been more obvious that two people wanted to rip each other’s clothes off. I grinned; I now had something to use as a shield if Mikey ever brought up his brother again.
Other than that math was okay. Ms. Matthews taught well and I found myself actually understanding what she had shown us. Ray and I had to almost drag Mikey out of the classroom to keep him from making a fool out of himself. He would never live this one down.

*Time Lapse*

The rest of the day was uneventful, and failed miserably to take my mind off of the delectable Mr. Way. I had spent every lesson since math fantasizing every possible situation that could happen after school. My anticipation and nervousness grew with each tick of the clock. I spent my last lesson staring at the watch of the guy next to me, counting the minutes until school was over and I could get my fix of Mr. Way.
When the bell finally rang I all but jumped from my seat, a goofy grin splitting my cheeks. We all left the room together, but at the door Ray gave me a fist-bump which of course made us all laugh; Mikey winked and waved and we went our separate ways . I walked a little faster than necessary to fetch my backpack from my locker, and hurried on to the art hall.

Notes

Sorry if it's short. It's 2a.m. ^-^ I'll do better on the next one... Hehe anticipation is good...

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