“Okay everyone, pass up your homework packet for chapters one through five.” Gerard yelled out to us as we all settled in class.
Oh god, I am nervous. I mean, not reading five chapters of a book and not even bothering to get answers from someone else is going to make any teacher get pissed. And with the terms and advantages I have, which is living with a fucking teacher, it only makes things for me worse. Not to mention Gerard doesn’t really like me at the moment.
But I do good in this class, everyone knows that. What’s one missing homework assignment going to do to my grade? In this case it’s five though. I’ve learned that he grades papers after we do it every five times. I’ve missed five fucking assignments. In this case, i’m screwed for sure.
“I have everyone’s except for… Frank. Where is it?” Gerard asks, looking over at me with confusion.
“Uh… I don’t have it.” I mutter out, still too nervous to say the truth.
“Did you leave it at home or something? Did someone steal it?” He tries to pry an answer out of me.
“I didn’t do it.” I look up at him with a look of guilt and I see anger rise up in his eyes. I don’t even blame him, I’d be angry too.
“Talk to me after class, Iero.” He only says my last name when he’s really serious. I just nod, putting my head down and playing with the lace of my hoodie.
I try to pay attention to what he and the class start talking about, but I just don’t understand it. I know it has something to do with the book so I try to get as much knowledge on it as possible so maybe I could save myself from reading the first five chapters, but it really all just sounds like gibberish to me. Of course that’s my luck, I don’t do the homework that just happens to be the most important out of the whole fucking year. And of course it’s when your teacher is fucking mad at you for not having sex with them. This literally would only be my luck.
“Why do you think it will be important to remember what Nick just said?” Gerard asks the class. He looks around the room, waiting for an answer from someone but no one is raising there hand.
Then he lays his eyes on me. Oh god…
“Frank, can you answer that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Uhm...I...I don’t know.” I stammer, heat rising up in my cheeks.
“Yes you can. Just take a guess.” His voice becomes stern, making me feel even more intimidated.
“I r-really don’t know. I’m sorry.” My tone is very weak and I feel very embarrassed with everyone staring at me.
Why is he doing this to me? Is he really this mad at me for me getting scared to have sex? Doesn’t Gerard understand that shit like this triggers my panic and anxiety? He’s never done this to any other student, so why would he do it to me? We agreed that in school he treats me just the same as how he would treat any other student. So why is there an exception to the rule now?
“You know what Frank, get your stuff and go to the office then!” He yells, pointing to the door.
Okay, now i’m just fucking angry. “For what?! Not knowing the answer to a god damn question? Why are you taking your anger out on me?! Sorry Mr. Way if you're having personal issues but I will not let a teacher dump their emotions on me. I know I didn’t do my homework and I said I was sorry. What else do you fucking want from me?!” I jolt up from my seat and i’m pretty sure everyone can see the anger in my face. I know I shouldn’t have just swore or even said any of that for the matter, because I could’ve just possibly gotten my ass suspended again.
I’ve never gotten this mad at him before. Not even when Mikey first went to the hospital and he didn’t tell me. The thing is, him telling me to go to the office and embarrassing me in front of everyone isn’t really even the thing that’s made me angry. It’s the fact that I fucking know why he is acting like this and it really pisses me off. I said this before, I know I shouldn’t have just ran away on him like that. And I really do fucking feel bad that I did that to him, but he has to learn to be respectful and more open minded when I do shit like that. It was in the heat of the moment and I was too nervous to even talk, so I just left.
Yes, I fucked up but he shouldn’t be mad at me. I did research last night and I realized that i’m actually not underaged for him to have sex with a minor. The age of consent in the state of New Jersey is sixteen so at least I have that pressure off my shoulders. But even still, i’m a seventeen year old teen who is very emotionally unstable and has major trust issues. Him and I both know this very well so Gerard should be more accepting and helpful when I do shit like that. It’s just in my nature, I can’t fucking help it.
I hear an annoyed sigh escape his lips. “Just sit down and stay silent for the rest of the period. I don’t want to hear another word from you.” He says, defeated.
I nod, sitting back down. I take out a pencil and paper, deciding to just draw for the rest of class.

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Before I know it, the bell rings and I take a look at my drawing, not realizing what I was actually creating the whole time. It’s a picture of me and Gerard fighting and crying but half of our hearts are coming out of our chests and connecting together. I guess this is my subconscious telling me that no matter how much he and I fight and get mad with each other, we are soulmates.
I stare at the paper while everyone files out of class and I can’t help but get a little teary eyed. This just seems like a big deal to me. The fact that I didn’t even really pay attention to what I was drawing and it turns out to be something so meaningful, that can’t just be some type of coincidence.
I look up, seeing Gerard walk over to the class phone and dial a number. I watch him, wondering what he has to call about. “Hello?” He begins. “Hi, Uh… Frank Iero is going to be late to class. There is an important discussion we have to talk about right now…… Okay bye.” He hangs up the phone, closing the door next to it and comes over to me. He takes a seat next to me and turns my chair so i’m facing him. I look up at him and his face shows desperation and sadness.
“I hate always doing this, Frankie. I hate not getting along with you. It’s getting so bad that we are doing it in front of students now.” Gerard sighs.
“I didn’t do anything. You got mad at me for something I can’t control. I wasn’t ready and you of all people should understand and help me. I hate fighting too. I hate it so fucking much. All I want is for us to be happy together.” I put my head down, letting tears escape my eyes.
“I know baby, I know. I don’t know why I act the way I do sometimes. There is really no excuse for my behavior. I’m just a bitch and i’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for making you anything but happy. I am really trying but it’s so hard…. So hard.” His voice is full of guilt and by the time he finishes what he is saying, we are both a crying mess.
We both hold each other's hands tightly and lean on one another's shoulders. We cry as quiet as possible because of the two classrooms next to us but it fails as we hear a knock on the door.
“Gerard? Is everything alright?” I hear the other english teachers voice muffled from the door being closed.
Gee sniffles and manages to say “Yes, just some personal issues going on with my family.” His voice is very weak and it’s obvious that he had been crying. It was a good move to say family. Hopefully we will be a real family one day.
“Oh… Well I hope everything is okay.” Is all she says before we hear her annoying heels clack away.
I look up at Gerard and he gives me a sad smile. He lifts his hands up to my face and wipes the tears from my eyes before placing them lightly on my cheeks and leans in to give me a soft, loving kiss. When we break apart I smile and then remember my picture.
I grab it from my notebook and hand it to him. “I just drew that. It’s showing that no matter how much we argue and think that we hate each other, it’s not true. Because we are soul mates. All of the shit we are being put through is happening for a reason because in the end it will pay off. We are going through so much right now because once I graduate, we will leave New Jersey and be happy together for the rest of our days. We won’t have a care in the world. It will just be us in our own little happy world.” I explain, letting the words slip out without thought.
Gerard suddenly hugs me tightly and giggles. “It’s beautiful….You’re beautiful.” He whispers in my ear and I smile, hugging him back.
Once we break apart, he stands up bringing my drawing with him and hangs it up on the whiteboard. “Gee! I drew that, someone will find out!”
“If someone asks me who drew it I’ll just say ‘my number one’. That will leave them confused enough to not push the subject.” He shrugs and struts away, picking up papers for what i’m assuming is his next class.
I blush a little at what he just said and walk over to him. “Am I really your number one?”
“Have been since the first day you walked into this class. Always will be even if we go our separate ways.” He wraps his arms around my waist. I lean into him and we just kind of cuddle standing up for awhile.
“Baby, as much as I want you to stay here with me, you gotta go to class now. More than half the class is already over.” Gerard says while trying to unwrap me from him.
I sigh, letting go of him. “Okay. But when we go home you have to make it up to me by snuggling and watching a movie.”
“Sounds like a deal.” He gives me a peck on the lips. I walk over and gather my stuff, really sad that I have to leave.
As I walk out I hear him yell “I love you”.
I giggle, turning back to him. “I love you more.” I kiss my hand and blow it in his direction, then walk out of his class and go to my next lesson.

Notes

Hey guys! So I was originally planning to put a bunch of angsty feels in here but that's basically everything my other story is so I just decided to put fluffy feels here instead.

And btw, this chapter is based off what happened to me in history class the other day. I didn't know the answer to a fucking question so the teacher thought I was giving him attitude because I said "I don't know"... The fuck? Then he goes on to tell me to go to the office so I stood up for myself and said "Sorry you woke up on the wrong side of the bed but I will not be your rag doll to put down." Then just left the class like the punk I fucking am.
The next fucking day he actually has the BALLS to make jokes with me and compliment my shirt. like the teacher is so fucking creepy. He is always complimenting me and signaling me out from everyone else like i'm his girlfriend or something. It's some creepy shit.

ANYWAYS.... Comment, rate and subscribe cuz it makes me little heart happy. ^.^