Surrender The Night (Frerard)

If Frank was trying to hide in lessons before the whole teacher/sleepover fiasco, it was nothing compared to now.

He sat, slumped in his chair, completely covered by an oversized, baggy black hoodie, attempting to hide behind his hair. As Mr Way burst into the History room, shuffling papers awkwardly and beaming due to his thankfully gone hangover, Frank squeezed his eyes shut and slid even further down in his chair. Looking back on it, Frank couldn't believe he had actually gone inside his teacher's house - his teacher's house! - and he even began to wish he had taken the beating from the jerks from the pub. Why had he even gone out in the first place?

"Okay guys. I know what you're thinking: it's Monday, I'm tired, I just wanna go home and nap." My Way began to speak, glancing around the room as his eyes finally settled upon the small, huddled figure in the middle of the room. The corners of Gerard's lips twitched up into a smirk for no reason before he managed to control his features.

There was a murmer of assent from the class; the thought of ... Working for an hour made the teenagers - and Gerard - want to crawl under a rock and make a home there.

"Well I know exactly how you feel so today I just want you to watch this documentary and take notes. Next lesson we'll go over your notes and you can write your essays based on them."

A collective sigh of relief rippled around the class like the Mexican wave. Everyone seemed happy - everyone, that is, except Frank. Mr Way raised an eyebrow at the unenthusiastic kid.

"However, we have lunch after this and you will need these notes to complete your essays so if I don't think you have enough, you will be spending your lunchtime with me, and we'll go through this documentary until I say you have enough. Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded. "Good."

Gerard turned to his computer and inserted the disc. Any other day but today, he would have been enthralled by the hour of historic facts and old footage, but it was today, and today something else had caught his eye.

Frank wasn't doing his work. He was trying to make it look like he was by doodling and drawing mindless scribbles in his margin, but it was obvious to everyone but Frank that he wasn't paying attention. Frank didn't care much for their current topic, and documentaries were, in Frank's opinion, the worst kind of torture.

For the entirety of the lesson, Frank concentrated not on taking notes but on trying not to stare at Mr Way. He looked at the floor, the ceiling, his empty page, hell, even the black and white grainy video on the screen, but Frank did not look at Mr Way. In fact, he was sitting at his desk staring so intently at the mindless doodles on his page that he didn't notice his teacher getting out of his chair and heading straight for Frank. He only noticed when the bell rang, shrill and loud, four times, jolting him out of his daydream and nearly causing him to topple out of his chair. He looked up, red with embarassment, and saw Mr Way watching him with a slight smirk on his face. This only worsened Frank's blush.

Mr Way looked down at Frank's paper and then up at Frank himself, raising an eyebrow over-dramatically and sighing deeply as though he was truly disappointed in Frank's lacking ability to take notes. In truth, Gerard couldn't care less about the notes, most of the kids in his class didn't take notes, but this was Frank, and Gerard did care about Frank.

"No notes, Frankie?" Mr Way asked, masking the hint of amusement in his voice.

Frank was was reminded of the last time he had been called Frankie by Mr Way ... in the spare bed with his teacher kneeling a few feet away from the back of Frank's head.

"No, sir." Frank hurried to say, worried he would blurt something stupid out.

Mr Way tutted patronisingly and folded his arms, walking back to the front of the class and flopping back in his chair. He made a big show of putting his feet up on his desk and his hands behind his head.

"I guess you'll be spending your lunch time with me then."

Great, Frank thought, slumping back down in his chair now he knew he wouldn't be leaving. Now Ray won't know where I am. Just freakin' awesome.

Notes

Yeah. So that happened.
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