But I Love You

*Wednesday*

It's after lunch, meaning silent reading time. I'm reading Thirteen Reasons Why. It's about Clay Jensen coming home from school one day, and finding a box on the porch with his name on it. He finds out it's from his crush, Hannah Baker, who also committed suicide two weeks earlier. He opens the box and realizes it is full of tapes. It's thirteen reasons why Hannah decided to kill herself. Clay being one of them.
I'm just about to turn the page when I see Mr. Way walk into the class. Right now i'm in my math class, also it being my homeroom. I never thought Mr. Way and my math teacher, Mr. Jones were friends.
i know i'm right because I can hear them arguing quietly, not making out what there saying. About a minute later, I hear a loud sigh from Mr. Way, walking away from him and towards me. Am I in trouble?
he squats down next to me and smiles. "Hey Frankie...I was just wondering if you could come and help me out in my room till math starts?"
"sure." I breathe out. As much as I like this book, I also like helping people out.
We both stand up and he leads his way to the room. Mr. Way has been weird towards me since Monday. He's always calling my name even when I don't raise my hand, making sure i'm okay or if I need help, and glancing at me every now and then. I don't exactly mind, but it's making me curious and a bit awkward.
We walk into his classroom and i'm surprised when i see no students in here.
"I get the lucky opportunity to not have a class after lunch. You know, since it's the longest class your in for with the reading and then whatever class your in. Your's being Math with that stupid jerk." He chuckles to himself.
"I have to agree with that. He is kind of a miserable asshole." I giggle.
He grins and nods, then turns around so he can see me and looks me up and down, biting his cheek.
I move uncomfortably and he shakes his head, leaving the trance he was in, and walks over to his desk. I follow him, sitting at my usual seat.
"So...What did you need help with?" I ask
"Oh uhm... The truth is I don't need any help. I just was lonely and i figured your the only boy student who doesn't seem to think i'm an asshole. I didn't want to ask a girl because they all drool over me and she'd probably spread rumors like i tried to fuck her or something. That wouldn't be good, wouldn't it?" He rushed out.
I blush a little "So out of all your students, you chose me to keep company with?"
"Well yea. I mean...All the other kids are just all the same and kind of boring. But you, Your different. Your nothing like them and that's a good thing. You have the highest grades, seem way more sophisticated and responsible, and i can see in your eyes that you always have a story to tell." he beams
"I guess your right. They all seem like rich little brats who always get what they want and have the perfect life and are friends with the whole school. But me? I have one true friend, own nothing except old dirty clothes and a cozy blanket, and my life is anything but perfect." Rage builds up in me.
"Frank? There is something you didn't add in. I can tell by the look on your face that you want to say it, but you refuse to. Whatever it is, you can trust me. I won't judge you for it. I've had a rough life too." He says, reassuringly.
I look at him for a moment. Should I trust and believe him? What if he thinks i'm a dirty person after and then want nothing to do with me? I mean, not that it would matter, right? He's just my teacher. No feelings like that. Although, his eyes do seem really beautiful and the way his hair falls on his face is really sexy. Now i feel guilty that I didn't realize this sooner.
So I told him. I told everything. About my dad leaving, my mom being a slut and a druggie, and me being homeless. His face was filled with anger and sadness. I could see tears start to swell up in his eyes and giving me a sympathetic look.
He got up, coming over to me, and i stood up too. he pulled me into a well needed comfy hug, my face buried in his chest and his chin resting on the top of my head.
"I'm so sorry, Frankie," he whispers "You don't deserve that."
Mr. Way lets go and grips onto my arms. "Frankie, i'm about to ask you something that you'll take the wrong way and get all uncomfortable, and I get it. It's not something a teacher usually asks their student, as it's not right."
"Ask away."
"Stay at my house. I have a younger brother, Mikey who lives with me and he's around your age. I know this might seem really rushed, which it defiantly is, but I can't let my favorite student just sleep on the streets after you told me that."
Well he was right. It is rushed, I am taking this the wrong way, and now I feel awkward again. NOT TO MENTION IT'S VERY ILLEGAL!
"What if someone finds out i'm staying there?" i asked panicked.
"No one will find out. I live all the way on the other side of town and it's a very quiet neighborhood."
"I don't know Mr. Way! Your my teacher for fucks sake. That isn't a healthy teacher student relationship if you ask me."
"Frankie, I'm only saying to stay with me. I have an extra room and you can make yourself at home again. It seems like the only option considering right? I'm sorry but i physically and mentally won't let you sleep in an alleyway any longer! Listen to your teacher!"
"Oh don't pull that teacher shit with me. We both know that's not what it's going to be like anymore. I don't even know your First name!"
"Gerard. Gerard Author Way. I'm 26 and I never wanted to do teaching but I was forced to by my parents. I wanted to be an artist or start a band." He states quickly.
I think for a minute. I mean, it really does sound like a good option right now. Sleeping in a comfy bed, taking a real shower, eating whenever you get hungry. You know, feeling like an actual human being. People tend to forget about really how lucky they are when they get to live like that every single day.
I look at him. "Fine." I breathe out.
he squeals and jumps which makes me giggle. "Yay! Just meet me after school near the entrance. I'll be there."
"Okay...I better get back to class before Mr. Jones beheads me." i joke.
"Right. Get your ass back to fun learning!" he shouts.
I giggle and leave his room, waving goodbye. We'll just have to see how this goes.

Notes

Hey guys! It might seem very rushed right? I hate that too but i promise it's nothing more than just sleeping at gees house...you know, for now at least. Thanks for reading and i love feedback *wink wink*