Mr. Way - Frerard

It was my third day working at Belleville High School, and two days after my moment with Frank, the one that shouldn’t have happened, yet the one that I couldn’t forget about. This was the first time I'd seen him since then, and he'd be walking through the door any moment. Anxiety ate me away while I wondered if it would be awkward after what happened a few days ago.

When Frank was the first to arrive, I was simultaneously elated and terrified. "Hi," I greeted him quietly, showing a small smile. When he smiled back at me, I felt like an Iero-sized weight had lifted off my chest.

I walked over to his desk. "What have you been working on?" I asked, burning to see his work. He flipped open his sketchpad to reveal several beautiful drawings. I couldn't stop a small smile from forming on my face.

"You like 'em?" he asked, sounding shy.

"I love them," I replied, slightly awestruck. As I was examining the ink that was spread across the page, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. "You have tattoos?" I asked.

Frank pulled his sleeve down, looking embarrassed.

"Can't I see?"

"I tend to keep them hidden," he said, but pulled up his sleeve nonetheless. I could immediately tell he had designed them. I lightly traced the curling lines with my finger, and I met Frank's eyes, getting lost in the varying shades of colour, ranging from light brown to vibrant green. Just then, we heard a group of girls draw near to the classroom, and I rapidly took a step back before they could see us.

I went over to welcome the girls, and as I was speaking to them, looked over at Frank and we shared a knowing smile.

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