Mr. Way - Frerard

I was stood in front of my desk, tapping my fingers against it anxiously. It was first period on Monday, which was when I taught Frank's class. He could walk in the door any moment, and that moment would probably be soon - Frank was always the first one to walk through the door.

Just then, I heard footsteps approach the door, and I tensed. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the door, but when the student who came in wasn't Frank, my heart fell. I waited for Frank to arrive, but when the entire class bar him was here, I was forced to begin the lesson.

As I introduced the class to the project they would be starting, they listened intently despite the fact that I wasn't all with it. I couldn't seem to bring my thoughts away from the short, tattooed boy that had been constantly in my mind for the past week, since we met.

When I had finished the explanation, the class began to chatter and discuss what I'd told them whilst gathering their art supplies. I was forced to admit to myself that Frank wouldn't be coming, and I took a seat at my desk, taking a large gulp of my coffee, which scalded my throat.

As I surveyed the class, somebody entered. It was the person I had been both anticipating and dreading to see - Frank. As he walked past my desk to his seat, he placed on it my tie that I'd left at his house and a note apologising for being late. I realised I had to tell him about the project independently and my heart rate increased dramatically.

I got up and stood by his table, and started to tell him what I'd previously told the rest of the class. When I'd finished telling him, I knew I had to say something. "Frank," I said simply. He looked up at me, after avoiding my gaze. He didn't reply, just looked into my eyes. "Come see me after school. We need to talk." I spoke in a hushed tone, and he nodded.

I returned to my desk. I watched Frank drawing all lesson, admiring the look of concentration etched upon his flawless face. When he left, I knew it would be an extremely long day before I saw him again.

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