And then I met my teacher

Gerard drove James home and when he got out of the car, it finally felt like I could breathe again.
''It went pretty well.'' Gerard said.
''Hmh...'' I answered, not convinced.
''What's wrong?''
''I don't know, I don't trust him.''
''Why?'' He asked, surprised.
''I don't know... His story was a little too pretty to be true. He doesn't love me that much. I know it. He wouldn't chose my happiness over his.'' I explained.
''And yet he did.'' Gerard said.
''Yeah, well, we'll see.'' I answered.
''Don't worry about that, okay? I'll take care of everything.''
''Okay...'' I said. I didn't believe him and he wasn't comforting me at all. If James decided to speak against him, there was nothing he could do about it, but I still agreed. I just wanted him to let it go.

He pulled into his driveway and stopped the engine.
''It's Friday. What do you want to do?'' He asked.
I shrudded. He giggled and looked down for a few seconds, thinking of suggestions.
''I have an idea! Go in the shower, I'll make a few calls.''
''What is it?'' I asked.
''You'll see.'' He said, teasing. He smiled widely, proud of himself, and I smiled back, kind of annoyed by the curiosity that was eating me inside. I walked towards the house door and turned around. He hadn't moved.
''You're not coming?'' I asked.
''I want to make sure that you don't hear me.'' He said, winking at me. I sighed and walked in the house, making my way to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it, just in case. Not that I didn't want him to come in, but just to make sure that I would annoy him just as much as he annoyed me.
I took my clothes off and turn on the hot water. I stepped in the shower and adjusted the water temperature. I was washing my back when I heard loud bangs on the door.
''Yes?''
''Why is it locked?!'' He asked.
''Why not.''
''Frank! Open the door!'' He said.
''What about... No?''
''Frank Iero Jr. I swear to god if you don't unlock the door right now, you won't like what's going to happen.'' He threatened me.
''How do you even know my name is Frank Iero Jr.?''
''Class list, now open the fucking door.'' He said, banging loudly on it.
I got out of the shower and walked towards the door. I unlocked it and opened it a little.
''What do you wan-'' I didn't get to finish my sentence that he swung the door open and pressed his lips against mine.
''So, that's why you wanted me to open the door? To kiss me?'' I said.
''No, to teach you a lesson.'' He said sternly.
''Which is?'' I asked.
''Which is that there are rules in this house and that you must respect them. One of them being you don't get to lock the door. Especially if it is to make sure I don't come in.'' He said in his teacher voice.
''Next time, you'll get a good spanking.'' He said sternly. I froze. ''I... I will what?'' I asked, hoping that I had misunderstood his last sentence. He ignored my question.
''Now go get dressed, we're leaving.''
''But Gee, I-''
''Go get dressed.'' He respected. I swallowed and nodded.
I wrapped a towel around myself and walked towards my bag of clothes. I grabbed a pair of jeans, but Gerard stopped me.
''What are you doing?'' He asked.
''Well, getting dressed...''
''How are you supposed to choose clothes? You don't even know where we're going!'' He said.
''Alright Gee... Uh choose my clothes.'' I said confused.
''Is that how you ask it?''
''Can you choose my clothes?'' I asked.
''Try again.'' He said sternly.
''Can you choose my clothes, Gerard?'' I tried.
''Don't you think you're missing something?'' He said. I looked at him confused.
''Can you choose my clothes, Gerard, please?'' I asked.
''Much better.'' He answered, walking towards my bag. I looked at him, waiting for an explanation.
''What?'' He asked.
''Why are you acting like that?''
''Like what?''
''I don't know, you're acting like you're on a weird powertrip... Like you're trying to be my dad or something.''
''I am just looking after you.'' He said.
''You really don't have to.'' I said, trying to make him understand that I didn't like it.
''But I want to.'' He said.
''Alright...'' I answered, kind of uncomfortable. A few seconds later, his attitude was gone. He was just being Gerard again, the sweet and caring boyfriend. He handed me the clothes he had chosen, smiling, and told me to get ready because we were leaving. I took the clothes and went to change in the bathroom. He didn't try to open the door. Nor did he say anything weird. Everything was back to normal. I walked out of the bathroom and he checked me out, king of lustfully. He was always doing that and to be honest, it was kind of hot.
''You look good baby.'' He purred into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist.
''Thank you.'' I answered, blushing.
''Ready to go?'' He asked, kissing me softly.
''Hmh, let's go.'' I answered, trying to change position before it was too late.
''Alright.'' He said, holding my hand and dragging me to the car. He opened the passenger door for me and closed it behind me. He then opened the other door and sat on the driver seat.

Gerard had been driving for at least two hours and it was already dark outside.
''Are we there yet?'' I asked for what seemed to be the 100th time.
''Almost sweetheart, 5 more minutes.'' He said.
''You said that 30 minutes ago!'' I complained.
''I know Frankie, but be patient please. I can't go faster.'' He said.
I groaned, annoyed and closed my eyes, trying to sleep.

I woke up about 10 minutes later. I was alone in the car. It was parked in front of a small and charming country house. I looked around, trying to find a note or something that would explain me where the fuck my boyfriend was, but there weren't any. I opened the door and got out of the car, walking slowly, unsure of where I was going. The darkness of the night was making it hard for me to see where I was stepping, so I was pretty much stumbling in the grass. I heard someone singing. Actually they were more humming than singing. The voice was beautiful. I decided to follow it. The closer I was getting to the voice, the louder the sound was. It was beautiful. I could actually hear it properly when I saw him, sitting by the bonfire, singing to himself. I was trying to be quiet when I stepped on a branch. He turned around and saw me. A smile grew on his face.
''You're up.'' He said, smiling.
''I am... Your voice is beautiful.''
''Thanks.'' He said smiling. ''I have a surprise for you.''
''What is it?'' I asked.
''Come here and close your eyes.'' He commanded softly.
I smiled in excitement and did as told. I was sitting on a blanket next to him with my eyes closed, waiting.
''Don't open your eyes, uh?'' He said.
''I won't. Hurry up! I want to know what it is!''
''Alright, open your eyes.'' He said. I opened my eyes and saw the best surprise I could have wished for. He was there, holding a brand new acoustic guitar with a smile on his face.
''So? What do you think?'' He asked.
''Oh my god! I can't... How do you... Who told you I played guitar?!'' I asked, running out of words.
''Well... Uh... It's a long story...'' He said, looking down. He asked, changing subject.
''Oh, I will. I will play all night long if you want, but first you're going to tell me who told you I was playing guitar.''
''James.'' He said. He was lying.
''James doesn't know.'' I answered.
''Oh...''
''Who told you Gerard?'' I asked softly. He then started explaining.

*FLASHBACK IN GERARD'S P.O.V.*
I was in my office when my ''teacher'' phone rang. I call it like that because it's my office phone and no one calls for Gerard, they all call for Mr. Way, the Art teacher. I picked up.
''Hello?''
''Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Way?'' A lady asked.
''Yes, you are. How can I help you?'' I asked politely.
''My son is one of your students I think, and I wanted to know how he was doing. I haven't seen him in a while.''
''Who's your son?''
''Frank Anthony Iero Jr... You know him? He's new.'' She said softly. I gulped.
''Uh, yeah, Frank.'' I said nervously. ''He's doing good.''
''Is he?'' She said. Her voice sounded lighter.
''Oh yes. A really good student.''
''And do you know where he's sleeping?'' She asked.
''I really don't, Mrs. Iero. I am sorry.''
''It's fine. Gosh he must miss his guitar. He used to play all the time.'' She said.
''He plays guitar?'' I asked.
''Oh yes, he's really good... But I think I am getting a little too emotional here... Well, thank you for your time Mr. Way.''
''My pleasure Mrs. Iero. Have a good day.'' I said, hanging up.
*END OF THE FLASHBACK IN GERARD'S P.O.V.*

Notes

Hello mes amours! I hope you liked this chapter! I'm so sorry about the huge delays, I'm just extremely busy with Cegep... I'll do my best to update more often!! Love you all!

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