Mentor

Gerard's pov
I excused myself from the class and fast walked to the bathrooms. I'm really not supposed to leave my students unsupervised but I believe—er, I hope they're responsible enough to me left alone for a few minutes. I push the door open and hear a quiet sob.

I search for the source of the cries and I'm lead to a stall. The door is cracked and I proceed to slowly push it open. "You okay in there?" I ask before looking to see who it is. I look up and my heart drops.

My eyes stick to a sobbing, bruised, Frank huddled into a ball sitting on the toilet seat. He looks up at me with sad, lifeless eyes and mutters something that sounds like "don't look at me".

By instinct I rush to the side of the younger boy and wrap my arms around him. I frantically ask him what happened and who did this to him but he just shakes in my arms.

I truly felt like my world was collapsing. Even though I'd only spoke to Frank once I felt like- though it's wrong- I felt feelings toward him. Non-teacherly feelings. The kind that could get me fired or even sent to jail. I couldn't help the feelings I had for Frank and they where tearing me apart. Especially right about now.

He let out small whimpers and buried his face in my chest. He is so adorable. I mentally curse myself for thinking of him like that as I hold him tighter. I decide to try again.

"Frank, you gotta talk to me, what happened to you?"
Frank takes a few deep breathes, as he holds back sobs.

"R-Ricky. H-he, he did this to me! H-he hates m-me!" he cried. I think and try to remember if I know any students named Ricky but to no avail.

My thoughts come to a screeching halt when I feel Frank wrap his arms around my torso. I feel myself blush and I try to control my breathing. I go back to the problem at hand and look at Frank.

"Frank, do you know Ricky's last name?" I ask him in a sorrowful voice.

"Yeah I do, it's Olson. He's my step brother," he sobs.

"I'll deal with him, trust me. He's not going to ever mess with you again. But first, let's get you cleaned up."

I scan Frank with my eyes and notice he has more than just bruises. He's bleeding in various places. How did I not notice that?! I wet some paper towels and wipe the blood that had been running from his nose and begin to dab his gushing lip. Frank winces and pulls back slightly. I apologize and continue cleaning him.

He stares straight at my lips with pleading eyes and I can feel the tension in the room. I silently admire him and he both blush hard. He reaches out and grips my shirt.

I remove the bloody paper towel from his face and brush a hair back behind his ear. His eyes slowly begin to close as if they were progressively getting heavier. My heart speeds up and my breath hitches. He leans in and pecks my lips.

Notes

Hi hello, sorry for making you wait for so long! Kinda an eventful chapter so I hope you enjoy!! :)
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