Maybe This Could Work...

I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock beeping, in an empty bed and the smell of freshly made coffee in the air. Remembering what happened last night made me smile so widely, I believe I looked like the Joker at one point. I looked at the alarm clock; it was 7 a.m..
I somehow dragged myself out of the warm comfy bed and changed my cloths, neatly folding Gerard’s cloths on the bed.
I walked out of Gerard’s bedroom, the smell of coffee intensifying as I walked down stairs to the kitchen, where I found Mikey and Gina behind the counter and Gerard at the cooker.
“Well, good morning sunshine” smiled Gina when she saw me, both Mikey and Gerard’s head turning to me.
“Hi...” I mumbled, crashing down next to Gina. A second later Gerard pushed a coffee mug in to my hands.
“Thanks” I mumbled and gave him a weak smile. He winked at me, then disappeared up stairs, probably to get dressed himself. I took a sip of the delicious coffee, noticing that Gina and Mikey were firmly holding hands across the table.
“I’m guessing you two had fun” I smirked, looking at both of them.
“Yeah, we did” smiled Gina, squeezing Mikey’s hand.
“Well, I’m happy for you both” I smiled to both of them again, then continued to drink the coffee. Not 5 minutes later, Gerard came back down stairs wearing some skinny jeans and a black button up shirt that complimented his figure perfectly, combining the cloths with a pair of red Converses that seemed brand new. I looked down at my own Converses that looked so run down, hardly any colour left on them. I would gladly buy myself new ones, but I just didn’t have the money for it.
“Are we ready to go?” he asked, placing his brownish shoulder bag on his left shoulder.
“Yap” smiled Gina.
Before we left, Gerard told Mikey to stay home, and not wander anywhere. Mikey just rolled his eyes at him, but assuring him he won’t. Then we left.
I sat in front next to Gerard, looking at him with the corner of my eye the whole ride to the school parking lot. He was smart enough to park in the back where no one could see us.
“Thanks for the ride, Mr. Way” smiled Gina, then headed off to class, even though there was still almost 30 minutes till the beginning, but she needed more time to walk, so she wouldn’t tire herself out. Lung cancer was a bitch that way.
I was left alone with Gerard, whom I noticed was watching me over the hood of his car.
“What?” I asked, a smile creeping on to my face.
“I just can’t get last night out of my head” he said, his eyebrow raised as he leaned on the hood on both elbows.
“I can’t either” I weakly smiled, feeling a little awkward to be honest. I had made out with my art teacher! Yes, he’s gorgeous and yes, he’s hot as hell, but... He’s my teacher! What was I thinking? More importantly, what was he thinking? He’s the freaking adult here, shouldn’t he know better?
I felt as the panic attack started to take hold of me, and as observant as Gerard was, he immediately saw there was something wrong.
“Frank? Are you okay?” he carefully asked, coming around the car to me. I stepped away from him, the mean reason being that anyone could come to the back and see us, but also because I couldn’t stand anyone touching me right now. How could I have done this?! Yes, I have feelings for him, deep feelings, heck I might even love him for all I know, but still! He was my teacher and like I said, even if he had feelings for me, which now I know he does, these kind of relationships don’t work out.
The last story I read about a teacher dating a student that went public, the teacher ended up hanging himself, because of all the shit he was getting and because he was sentenced to 15 years of prison. What if that were to happen to Gerard? I couldn’t let that happen!
“Frank!”
I looked up at Ger-... No! Stop it! I looked up at Mr. Way, who was watching me with concern.
“I’m fine” I mumbled, stepping even further away from him.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” he asked, almost pleaded.
“Please, please don’t call me that” I said, tears burning my eyes. Before he would say anything else, I grabbed my school bag from the ground and started running in the opposite direction, away from him. Tears freely ran down my cheeks as I heard him call after me, hearing the sadness in his voice. It was just breaking my heart.
I burst through the school doors, getting weird looks from everyone, yet no one said a thing, which was strange...
I made my way to the nurses office, otherwise known as my second home. I probably spent more time there than at my classes. I didn’t even knock on the door, I just walked... okay, I almost crashed down the door, immediately seeing the nurses shocked look. She knew immediately what was going on and rushed to me, then led me to a bed that was in the back.
“Frank, breath” she calmly ordered me.
“Frank, focus on me, okay?”
I tried to do as she said. I fixed my mind to observe her ginger hair wrapped in a neatly made bun, her light brown eyes, that somehow reminded me of G- Mr. Way. For the first time I noticed how many freckles she had all over her face, how beautiful they made her look.
Through all of this she kept on talking to me. I, however, didn’t hear a word of it. I was too busy being mesmerised by her eyes that looked so much like his.
“Frank, talk to me” she snapped me out of my thoughts. I was somewhat calmed down now, but there were still those paranoid thoughts in my head.
“Hh?” I mumbled, not knowing what her question was.
“What happened this time?” she repeated her question, sitting down next to me on the bed.
“I amm... I-“ I didn’t know what to say. Yeah, I made out with my art teacher, whom I supposedly love, and I slept in his bed, with him right next to me and then I freaked out, when I thought about the consequences these actions might bring.
“I just...” I still mumbled on.
“It’s okay. If it’s privet you don’t have to tell me” she kindly smiled to me.
“Thanks” I gratefully mumbled back.
“Do you want to stay here until the end of first period?” she asked, hopping of the bed. I nodded, thankful that she didn’t send me back to class.
“Just tell me, what class should you be having now?” she typed something in to the old computer, that somehow still worked.
“Ammm... Art”
“Which teacher?” she asked. Wasn’t there only one art teacher in this whole god damned place?
“Mr. Way” I quietly said, keeping the tears away.
“Okay, I’ll just send him a notice that you’re here” she smiled to me, typing some more, then pressed the ENTER button, which meant the notice was sent. I weakly smiled back to her, then curled up on the bed, hoping to fall asleep. After about 10 minutes of crying, I finally did doze off.

I was running down an empty school hallway. Where was I going? But as soon as I turned the corner, I found myself in front of Mr. Way’s classroom. I reached for the door handle, slowly opening the door, feeling how my heart pounded against my chest. I entered the classroom, only to find there was no one there, just an empty classroom full of art supplies and the smell of paint hovering in the air. My feet carried me inside the room.
As I was walking in between the desks, I noticed that each table had a white sheet of paper on them. Even Mr. Way’s desk had one, but his was different than the others. I leaned over the table to get a closer look. The white paper was stained with blood, every drop of it seemed like it was precisely meant to fall there.
“Frankie” a voice echoed through the room. Before I even turned to face the person, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, holding me tightly.
“Frankie” the voice sounded again, the echo ringing in my ear. I turned around to see who it was holding me, even though subconsciously I knew who it was.
The red hair, the hazel eyes and the perfect lips; of course it was him.
“Why did you do this Frankie?” he asked, tears slowly falling from his eyes.
“Do what? I didn’t do anything” I said back, trying to release myself of his grip. Then I noticed it. Both of the sleeves of his black shirt were soaking wet, drops falling from them and creating a thick, dark red – almost black – puddle on the floor beneath us.
“Why Frankie?” he asked, moving closer to me.
“What did you do?” I, horrified, asked him, pulling his sleeves up to his elbows, reviling several deep cuts all over his lower arm.
“Frankie?” he cried out, his grip on my waist growing stronger.
“Gerard what did you do!?” I screamed at him, but his face stayed the same, as if I said nothing. Sorrow all over his face, like the tears flowing from his eyes.
“Gerard!” I yelled at him, shaking him. Nothing. He just started at me, a void in his eyes as more blood ran from his arms. I started crying hysterically, shaking him, and screaming at him.
“Please help me” his voice echoed out again, as he started fading from me, like mist.
“Gerard!! No! No! NO!” I screamed out.

“Frank wake up!”
My eyes were swiftly open. I was completely sweaty, my head hurt and I was out of breath. I scanned the entire room, realising I was still in the nurses office, before my eyes stopped on Mr. Way.
“Are you okay?” he asked, clearly concerned out of his mind. I took a couple deep breaths, noticing the nurse right next to him, then I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around my dream. I looked back at Mr. Way, thinking why was he here. Did she ask him to come here?
“Could you give us a moment?” Mr. Way politely asked the nurse. She nodded and left for the other room. Mr. Way waited until we were completely out of reach of her hearing, then sat down on the bed, taking my hands in to his.
“Frank, what happened?” he quietly asked, looking down on my shaky, sweaty hands.
“I... amm.. I” what could I say? Mr. Way looked up at me, and I could see the shine of tears pilling in his eyes.
“I had a bad dream, that’s all” I finally said. He kept still for a moment, examining my face, then he spoke with a shaky voice, that was on the break of cracking.
“What happened before? In the morning” he asked and I could see how much he wanted to hold me, to feel my skin under his fingertips, but he was too afraid to do anything. I opened my mouth, but not even a sound came out.
What could I have said to him? The truth? Maybe. But I knew the truth would hurt him and I didn’t want to see him suffer even more then he already was. I couldn’t do that to him, I couldn’t hurt the man I love – yes, okay I admit it, I love him! – even more!
“I just... I had a panic attack” I mumbled, lowering my look.
“That’s not the whole truth now, is it?” his voice was calm and clear. I didn’t want to look up at him, I just couldn’t face those sad hazel eyes, looking at me, asked for an explanation. I slowly shook my head, the first two tears falling down on my lap.
Mr. Way moved closer to me, carefully extending his hands and placing them around my waist. He was so careful not to freak me out again, like before on the parking lot.
“Frank, please look at me” he quietly said and I could feel his breath on my cheeks. I sniffed a couple of times so to stop the tears, then looked up at him, his caring smile and kind look.
“I’ve told you before. You can trust me with anything” he said as he whipped away the tears with his thumb, leaving a tingly feeling on my skin.
“No... Not if it means hurting you” I quietly said, automatically entwining my fingers with his. He frowned his eyebrows at my words, licking his lips before he spoke again.
“Frankie, the only way you could hurt me is if you leave my life completely” he said, a small smile playing on his face.
“But that’s exactly what I’m afraid of” I confessed, biting down on my lower lip. He frowned even harder, expecting me to explain.
“W-what if anyone finds out?” I said, looking at him from under my forehead. I smile of relief shot across his face, his hands gently touching my wet cheek.
“Oh my god... That’s what’s been worrying you?” a nervous smile across his face. I nodded, yet confused at his reaction.
“God, Frankie, I thought there was something wrong with me that was making you act like this. I just couldn’t bare the thought of you thinking I was disgusting to you in any way”
“No! You could never be disgusting to me. Never, Gerard!” I assured him, breaking the control over myself not to let the feelings for him surface.
“Well, that’s what I thought” he smirked, probably feeling a little stupid, because he was so paranoid.
“Well, you’re not. You’re beautiful Gee” I softly said, taking him by his chin and gently pulling his look back to me. He smiled with relief.
“But I’m still not sure about this...” I sighed, releasing his chin, letting the hand fall in my lap. There was silence for a while. I really didn’t want to lose him, ever and I just feared that people might find out about us and he’s had to go to prison.
“Why don’t we just wait and think about it?” Gerard then finally spoke. It sounded like a reasonable suggestion, but even though he had suggested it, there was sadness in his eyes. I knew how hard it was for me to not see him, and if it was anything like that for him, I understood his sorrow.
“How long?” I asked, squeezing his hand that was still wrapped with mine. He thought for a moment, pursing his lips.
“Two weeks. Your 18th birthday is the first day we are allowed to make any contact with each other that is outside my classroom. No staying behind class to help me, I won’t go to Support Group, no nothing, so we can have a proper think about... Us” he said, his eyes lighting up when he said ‘us’.
Again reasonable conditions, that I knew were going to be like an endless torture.
“How do you know when’s my birthday?”
“Mikey told me”
Of course he did...
I slowly nodded, agreeing to the terms.
“Okay, staring at beginning of second period” he said and before I even knew it, his lips were covering mine. For a second I didn’t know what to do, but then my lips automatically started moving with his, his tongue slipping in to my mouth. I soon realised, that this was him saying goodbye for the next two weeks and it broke me. None of this for two weeks? What the hell did I just agree to?!
Then the bell rang, announcing beginning of second period and it was when Gerard, now officially Mr. Way for two freaking weeks, pulled away, giving me one last beautiful smile, moving a lock of hair from my face.
“Now, Mr. Iero, I expect you’ll be going back to class” he said with his teacher voice, standing up from the bed and straightening his tie. I was very much confused for a moment, but then remembered that the two week torture had begun.
“Of course Mr. Way. I wouldn’t want to miss maths for anything” I sarcastically said, trying to image him as another boring schoolteacher, that bosses students around and is basically a prick about everything.
“Okay, I shall ask Mr. LeMaire if you in fact got to his class” then he spun on his heels and left the nurses office without another word. When the nurse heard him leave, she came out to me again.
“Feeling okay Frankie?” she asked smiling, a nurses notice in her hand for me, to give to my maths teacher.
“I don’t know” I sighed, jumping of the bed and left for maths class, where I knew I would have to talk to Gina.

“Where were you?” asked Gina, immediately when I sat down in maths class.
“I was at the nurse’s office. Panic attack” I explained, throwing my notebook on the table, receiving an angry look from Mr. LeMaire.
“Are you okay?” she asked, not even looking at me, but focusing on copying the equation from the blackboard.
“Fine, now” I mumbled, and just like every other time in maths class, I started drawing doodles in my notebook. Those doodles just happened to look like hearts today.
Yes. I was seriously in love with my art teacher...

Notes

hey guys... So here's the new chapter :)
I'm sorry for not posting earlier, but I was feeling kind of down and I just didn't feel like writing at all... so, hope you understand.
And, I kind of got the feeling you guys didn't like the previous chapter that much (I still hope you at leats like it a little bit), so I hope this chapter makes up for the previous one
And sorry if this one sucks as well... It try my best to keep this story interesting, without rushing to anything or making hasty decisions. Again hope you understand.
In the next few days, I probably won't be posting as much, because I have a shit tone of school work to do and I have a lot of tests and oral reports... But I will at least post one more chapter this week :)

In the mean time, stay Fabulous, <3 xoxxxooo

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