Mr. Way - Frerard

As the end of my last lesson - biology - drew nearer, I became jittery. 'More jittery' would be a more accurate phrase. I had been so nervous all day, constantly tapping my foot, clicking my pen or drumming my fingers. This had earned me more dirty looks and rude comments than I usually got, all of which I ignored.

When the bell rang with a rattling chime, I practically leapt out of my seat, shoving my pen into my back pocket and slinging my bag onto my shoulder. I made my way to the art department, deliberating whether to hurry there or dawdle. I decided to stall as much as possible, stopping off at the boys' toilets on the way - yes, I wanted to stall this conversation so much that I'd even think about entering the disgusting mess that were the toilets of Belleville High.

I stood in front of the mirror, examining my appearance. I had never cared much about what people thought of me, but it was a different case with Gerard. The curl of hair that framed my face - did he think it was cute or dorky? The tattoos that covered my body - did he think they were beautiful or a little too much? Coming to the decision that there was nothing much I could do about my appearance at the moment, I continued to make my way to his classroom.

When I got there, I stood outside the door for a moment. I inhaled a large breath and closed my eyes, composing myself, before tapping on the door lightly and entering. I gave him a small smile and he stood up. I walked over to him and he made a small inclination with his arms, but then retracted them, as if he was going to hug me then thought better of it. However, I gathered my strength and wrapped my arms around him. He squeezed me back, his angled chin resting on my shoulder. We pulled apart after a few seconds, smiling nervously.

He looked at the ground, and I did the same, examining the worn tiles that covered his classroom. I heard him take a deep breath before saying, "We need to talk about... Us." I nodded.

"I-I have feelings for you, and... And I'm sure you have feelings for me too." After saying this, I gathered the courage to look at him. The smile on his face told me he was right.

"I want to do this... I want to try and make this relationship work," he said. He placed his hand lightly on my face, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him and praying that nobody would come in. He kissed me back, and I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip, asking for entry. He opened his mouth and I indulged in his taste. The kiss deepened and I accidentally let out an embarrassing moan but he didn't seem to notice, he was too lost in the kiss. He pulled away, and I regained my breath.

"You know, everyone will be gone by now... We could... You know..." There was a devilish look in my art teacher's eye. I knew his intentions and nodded eagerly, letting him drag me into the supply cupboard.

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