I just wanna run (Student/Teacher Frerard)

In art that day, it was the only class I did anything in anymore. I pulled out my sketch, then got some paints from the paint cabinet. Green, white, black, and red was all I got. Then I proceeded to paint the drawing. Scribbling my name on the back whenever it dried and pulled the paper out of my notebook and put it on the round table. "Mr. Way? May I play on my cell since I'm all done?" I asked him while I put the paint I had finished using up. Sighing, he nodded towards me. "No social media or texting. Turn your ringer off." Mr. Way gave me a small smile. I sat back down and kicked my feet on my desk and pulled out my phone. I clicked my ringer off, and decided to text Pete.
Me: Hey baby ;)
I clicked send and waited for a reply.
Pete: Hey there babe ;)
He replied and I grinned at my phone, as I was typing in a reply Brendon texted me.
Brendon: u need to stop flirting with Pete. Patrick is pissed.
I furrowed my eyebrows and typed in a reply.
Me: y should i stp flirting w/ pete?
I waited, sighing. Getting annoyed. All I wanted to do was have a little excitement in my life. Apparently that was impossible for me.
Brendon: cuz patrick has a huge crush on him. he has since 7th grade. pete is to much of a whore to notice.
Then I understood. I typed a simple 'okay ill stop' and clicked send. Not only did I stop texting Pete, I stopped texting Brendon. I looked at my contacts and decided to text Patrick. 'I'm so Me: sorry bout flirting w/ pete. i didnt know bout ur crush on him.' As soon as i clicked send patrick's phone exploded in his pocket. He was sat in the front row. "Who is texting you?" Mr. Way asked, not furious, but rather curious. Patrick pulled out his phone from his pocket, and glared back at me. Obviously reading it. "My Mother. She was telling me to walk home today and that I was not to be picked up. That's all." He lied. Thanks buddy. I definitely owed him for that.

After the rest of my classes I walked to Mr. Way's class. The door was shut and locked. Knocking on the door was futile because I knew for a fact he wasn't inside there. I pulled out my phone and looked at the clock. 2:59 P.M.
After standing there waiting for another 5 minutes he finally arrived. "Good you're here." Flashing me his award winning smile, the smile that I couldn't stop thinking about last night. After sticking his key in the hole he unlocked the door, and opened it. Quickly, I walked inside the art room. "Sit in the front row." He spoke quietly while sitting at his desk. I groaned and sat down. "What are you going to have me do? Write lines? 'I will not suck Pete's Dick during school hours' Over and over?" Laughing at my own joke, Mr. Way rolled his eyes. "No. First you'll be giving me your number." Snatching his phone from his pocket and handing it to me. I opened it and typed my number in. "There... Why do you need my number Mr. Way? Wanna trade nudes?" I winked at him. Rolling his eyes he smirked, "Oh maybe." I felt my cheeks burn and i shoved it off. "By the way your painting is out on the wall if you didn't notice." "WHAT" I freaked out, "That wasn't that good. Take it down now!" I barked at him, panic filling me. Smirking, Mr. Way shook his head innocently. "No way. It was the best besides Patrick's from this class." He gave me a smile. I shivered, and found myself smiling. "Fine.."

"Do you know if you have any plans tonight?" Mr. Way asked me. "Uh.. No? I don't have plans. Why?" I raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to come to my house?" He asked me with a smile. I shrugged, "Sure I guess, Mr. Way." Then, Mr way shook his head. "Call me Gerard. And I'll pick you up from the cemetery." With that he walked away, towards his black car. I shrugged and walked to the cemetery. I then received a text from an unknown number.
Gerard: Its Gerard. Be at the cemetery at 3:45. dont be late.
I looked at the clock on my cell and saw it was already 3:40. But I was almost there so i quickened to a jogging pace. Then arrived on time. Only having to wait a minute for his black car to drive up. I got in before even saying anything.

Notes

Again, wrote most of it on quotev. Sorry about it being short. I had to write at school and it blocked me from writing after a while because of porn. HA ITS SMUT DUMBASS COMPUTER. and it wasnt even written well