I just wanna run (Student/Teacher Frerard)

I walked into the unlocked door, and instead of seeing an elderly man, snoozing on his desk with drool down his chin. I saw a young, dark haired man, wearing a suit. "About time... Who are you?" The handsome man asked me. "Frank Iero," I replied taking my seat. "You do realize you're late?" "And what are you going to do about it?" I glared at him pulling my stuff out. He laughed and shook his head. "Nothing, you were expecting some old guy. Who would be asleep right now, so just know I'm your new art teacher. Mr. Gerard Way," Mr. Way told me. I nodded, "Great to have you here."

The lesson went fine, he asked us to paint/draw our souls. I didn't really know how to do that, I'm not a good painter. But I could sketch a mean Frankenstein's monster, and in a sense that is in my soul. Not only did I grow up on Frankenstein. People walk away whenever I come near, people run when he is near. He was made by someone who didn't love him, as was I... Well Mine is half. I know for a fact my mother loves me, but my god damned father does not. Gosh my father was something to not think about during a lesson where we paint about ourselves, because I am nothing like my god damned father.

Finally I finished the sketch. I stood to my feet and made my way to the paint cabinets. "Iero, sit down please. We have 4 minutes and 32...31... 30 seconds left in class. The paint will not dry in time." Mr. Way told me from his desk. I turned and sighed making my way back to my desk. "Will we have time to finish up tomorrow?" I asked. He nodded and stood up, "Class, stop what you're doing. If you already began to paint leave it on the round desk in the back. Everyone else will begin painting tomorrow. At the bell tomorrow you will write your names on them and put them on the back round table. Then I will grade them, a selected few will be put on the wall outside. So if you do not want your work to be broadcasted i suggest you write your name on the back." As he finished the bell rang. I collected my sketchbook and pencils and put them in my bag. "Iero stay back for a couple minutes." Mr. Way ordered. I nodded, making a tsk noise. As soon as everyone filed out he shut the door and looked at me. "Why were you late?" He asked making his way to my desk near the back of the room. "What does it matter?" I crossed my arms. "Oh come on, I haven't been rude to you at all. I just would like to know so for future reference it can stop." The young man bent over, bringing his face near mine. His hands were on my desk, and I scanned them for a ring. Nope no ring, score. Wait, why do I care? Whatever. "I was taking a shit." "Taking a shit does not require two people, and for you to come back with your pants unzipped, and your shirt mostly unbuttoned. Not to mention you have a hickey on your neck, and there's a little drop of cum right there." He pointed to a spot on my white shirt. I wiped it off and blushed. Who was this guy? Why did he pay such close attention to me? "Fine if you have to to know, I was blowing the entire football team." "Lie, we have 6 football players in this class. They're all heterosexual, and on time." Mr. Way grinned. I have met my match. "Alright. I was making out with someone then I gave them a blow job." "Who?" Mr. Way asked, he seemed a bit angry. Was he homophobic? "Pete Wentz, don't worry it was nothing new for him." I replied, looking towards the attractive man in front of me. Imagining a guy like him being homophobic made me angry. "Why are you homophobic? Do you not like guys making out with guys? Do you not like guys holding hands? Do you not like guys giving guys blow jobs? Do you not like two males kiss-" Interrupting me Mr. Way pressed his lips against mine, hard. The kiss was confusing and kind of passionate. I kissed back ever so slightly when he pulled away. "I think that's enough proof to say I'm not homophobic. I'm gay. By the way, that kiss does not leave your lips. No one can know, you were just going on and on about me being homophobic whenever i'm the farthest from homophobic." He stood up straight, and crossed his arms. "Now knowing why you were late I will be giving you detention tomorrow. See me at 3:00 on the dot tomorrow." I stood up, grabbing my bag. Saying nothing at all, I nodded and began to walk out. Mr. Way went to his desk and wrote something down then handed it to me. "So you don't get in trouble for being late to your next class." He gave me a warm and sweet smile.

This.. This Gerard Way, his smile, his touch, his kiss, his stance, his voice, his everything was stuck in my head. The class after Art was just English, so it didn't matter that I starred off into space. Thinking about my hot art teacher.. Was it? Maybe I should be thinking about Pete, he had sent me 4 texts while in art class. And I had just received two more. I pulled my phone out and saw who they were from but didn't reply. I didn't want to get caught texting, and I didn't really want to talk to him. I only wanted to think about Gerard...I mean Mr. Way! Gosh that does not make it any better, this Gerard Way will be the end of me... and I've only known him for a day.

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