But I Love You

It's last period, meaning i have English. I don't hate English at all really. I do pretty good in it. Some of the students suck though. And the teacher, Mr. Way can be a dick at times too, but we can all be, right? I never thought much of him other than the fact that he has pretty cool hair and you just can't seem to completely hate him. Yea maybe a little bit of hate, but not a lot.
He's also not my favorite teacher. I don't have one really but i like him because he's laid back and can be strict when he needs to. Compared to my other teachers (which are mostly old miserable hags), then yea...he is the closest one to "favorite".
I walk into the room and sit down at my desk which is in the first row and in the corner, meaning my desk where his desk is. We face each other like you do in coffee shops with one chair on each side of the table. He's sorting out tests, like always. I set my stuff down kind of loudly and he jumps a little looking at me.
"Sorry Mr. Way...It just kind of slipped out my hands," i say rather nervously.
"Stop lying to me Frank. I know you meant that! Your loud and disruptive." he explains firmly.
Wow. i definitely wasn't expecting that. "Oh...I-i'm sorry...I...I just-"
He cuts me off. "Hey i'm sorry. i was just messin' with you, frank. I shouldn't have done that." He looks down with guilt rising in his face.
I fake a giggle. "You got me good, Mr. Way." i said, trying to make him feel better.
He looks up at me and i give him a reassuring smile, receiving one back.
After everyone files in, he starts the lesson. "Afternoon guys. Everyone enjoying their day?"
We all grunt in response, making him chuckle. "Well it's Friday, right? The weekend starts in less than an hour."
Normally people are pretty happy when the weekend comes around, but not for me. You see, My dad left my mother and I when I just hit twelve. Mom became crazy and started sleeping around for money because she got addicted to drugs and alcohol. A few months ago she came home shit faced and told me to get out, which I did.
At the time, I was beaming that I could leave, but reality hit me. I had and still have nowhere else to go. Bob, my friend, tried to convince his mother to let me stay with them, but she hates me with a passion because i'm gay. She said i deserve to have nowhere to go.
So now I have a huge blanket and a bag of clothes i carry around town and sleep anywhere that seems the safest for the night. I'm trying to get a simple job just so I have money for food and eventually save up enough to rent a shitty apartment.
School is the best thing for me right now because i get food, i can shower after gym which keeps me clean, and i still get an education. Not the best learning of course, but it's something.
"Frank?" a familiar voice said, getting me out of day dreaming.
"Y-yes?"
"Can you think of one important event from Divergent?" Mr. Way asked. We had just finished reading it and I have to say, it's not a bad book.
I think for a minute, chewing my lip. "The aptitude test. That's when she found out she was Divergent because she got three results: Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite." I explain slowly.
He smiles and nods in approval. "Nice job Iero. I'm glad to see that at least someone is paying attention in this class."
I smile, putting my head down trying to hide my blush. God, why am i blushing? He's told me shit like that since the begging of the year.

I hear the bell ring, signaling school is over. Everyone jumps up quickly, grabbing their stuff and leaving. I just slowly get my stuff, standing up and stretching a bit. Mr. Way is sitting at his desk, organizing papers then looks up at me.
"You alright, Frank?" he asks, genuinely concerned.
"Uh yea...Just weekends aren't my sort of thing I guess."
He chuckles. "I have never had a student tell me they don't like weekends. Not that I've been teaching long."
Yea Mr, Obvious, you still look fucking twelve! "Well i'm different from the typical teens here then. I must stand out in different ways from the others," i say honestly.
"You sure do, Iero. I have been meaning to tell you that your grade is one of the best in the class. Keep up the good work." He said encouragingly.
"Thanks Mr. Way. I sure will." I breath out, leaving the class and to my locker.
I get all my stuff and leave, trying to find somewhere to sleep for the night. I can get through two days right? I have before.

Notes

Hey guys! this is my second fic if you didnt know and im still working on my other one. But i will make this one way better...hopefully. i have a lot of different ideas about this so im pretty excited...i hope you enjoy! feedback is always amazing *hint hint*