He slid the hood down away from his face and over his hair, to reveal a face that looked broken. He tilted his face up to me mine his eyes looking up from the floor to look into my very own. His eyes hazel in parts and a deep pool of brown in the others, such a beautiful combination, his face narrow and small, fragile looking with the way his bones are showing while his cheeks are sunken into his face, his eyes deep against the face. His hair falling around the outside of his intricate face the middle strip of hair black against the blonde shaved back against his scalp and a trace of eyeliner around his eyes. his lips the most interesting, not thin but not thick, a lip ring placed hooked around his bottom lip. He is by far the best looking guy i have seen in my life. That doesnt make the slightest bit of difference though, i am his teacher and he is my student nothing can happen here.
"thank you for removing your hood. you may keep your jacket on but the room is warm so you might find you dont need it." my voice quiet but loud enough that he and surrounding people can hear but no-one else can. he simply nodded and walked into the classroom. he aimed towards the lonely desk at the back of the room. Interesting, very interesting.
"Okay," i start as i close the door and make my way to the desk at the front of the room looking into the class "As i stated earlier my name is Mr Way and i will be teaching you for your final year. As you're all aware your exam is this year and this is highly important if you plan on taking this on as a career if not then you're here for an easy grade. Now i am unaware of the old teacher and what they have taught you and what you were able to get away with, while they were here. I take no shit. If you are unable to follow instructions or complete tasks by a deadline then im sorry but i will have to have you complete them during your breaks. Each piece of work you do in this classroom will be coursework and will go against your final grade. You're class work is just as important as you final piece. Understood?"
my slight speech was followed by a crowd of nodding. whether they listened or not i dont know but i will soon find out i guess.
After a further 10 minutes of me explaining the tasks that they will be expected to complete through this year and that they have no boundaries, i decided that they could have a free lesson and draw what they wanted to gauge a sense of their style of art. im sure i will see alot of flowers drawn or something...

They think they are sneaky when texting or slipping an ear phone up their sleeve to listen to music but i'm not gonna bother to get on their backs about it today.I'm more interested in that boy at the back. i stand up and wander around the roomto be nosey at the pieces drawn, as suspected flowers and more flowers. i walk around the room barely looking at the pieces, until i get to the back where they boy is sat. His work is different so very different. It's not flowers and rainbows it's dark but with a light side. As though he can see the good in the bad, he has made something truly unique.
"What's the story behind this?" I blurt out the question before my mind has a chance to decipher the meaning for itself.
"There is no meaning behind it. It's just dark. It's what I imagine it to be like inside my head when I don't know what's going on in there" his eyes never lifting from his page as he speaks, so sure of himself, his opinions are his own clearly. He appears to have a wandering mind which I like.
"Hmm I like it. What's your name kid?" Apparently I should I have taken the register so I don't look like a complete bellend! I should also think before I speak that would be useful.
"Frank sir" his voice never wavers and he brings his gaze from the page to meet my own. We are there for a matter of seconds just finding each other's eyes, almost exploring them before he breaks eye contact.

There's is something about this Frank that makes me want to know more about him. I can't I am his teacher and he is my student. I must remind myself of this.

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