Art teachers are better than you think

Frank;
So we have a new art teacher. He's cute. Very cute. He's like someone I have never even thought of before, nobody I would normally take an interest in. But for some reason he is on my mind.
Last lesson he seemed genuinely interested in my work I don't know why because it wasn't that great. It really wasn't. Art isn't my best subject by any stretch of the imagination but he seemed to like it so who knows, I may actually pass a subject in my exams.
He is different to any other teacher, he seems so much more relaxed even if he does scare me slightly. But then that could be because he doesn't exactly look like a teacher? Let's start with the fact he has bright red fucking hair! What teacher has bright red hair and can get away with it? Then there's the fact he doesn't dress like a teacher, he's more relaxed than any other member of staff in this school, his wears jeans and t-shirts rather than suit trousers and a shirt? I don't know he just seems different? He doesn't talk like a teacher, even if he clearly has a no bullshit policy which is kinda awesome I suppose? I don't know, I don't know how I feel about him? I mean he's obviously better than the rest but something about him makes me think? He is curious? I want to know more about him but I don't think I can he is my teacher but I want to. I want to know him inside and out, I want to know his favourite films, colours, bands? I don't know why I do but I do? Maybe it's the loner in me getting attached to people again? It's not like I have had any one to hang out with since ray left school last year. So I have just been on my own I suppose, and I still spend most of my time inside the music room anyway. Need to put a lot of work in to my final piece if I wanna get anywhere in life.
Trouble with that is I can't concentrate on my writing which is what I need to do, it's not like I have time at home with the rest of the exam prep I have to do. Maybe I could see if Mr Way will let me use his room to write my lyrics down? Surely it must be quiet in there during lunch breaks? I'll ask him in between lessons. Hopefully he won't mind.
He might because well it's not his work but he doesn't seem that petty?
When the bell rings to signal the end of 2nd period I realise that I don't remember my first 2 lessons as all I can think of is the mystery that is Mr Way. He's not really a mystery the only mystery about him is the fact he liked my "art". I get up out of my seat pushing it back using the bend in my knees and raising myself with the table in front of me, gathering my books etc off the table. Walking around the chair to push it back under neath the table and running out of the room before my teachers catches me and asks about the work I haven't done due to my mind wandering over to the fire truck in the art block.
During my thought process I find my feet have walked me out side his classroom before my brain had a chance to catch up, I just stand there. Staring at the door before I ball my hand in to a loose fist and knock on the door to his room. He appears behind the glass door running one of his large hands through his flaming red hair, as the other reaches for the door handle and pulls it open as the other falls down to his side and his head tilts left and a confused expression spreads across his face,
"You okay Frank?" His voice like silk when it meets my ears and sends the goosebumps raging over the back of my neck, his lips playing a small smile that has butterflies erupting in my stomach. These feelings, this emotion I should not be feeling, I couldn't even comprehend this 10 minutes ago as I left the English class I was in. I need to answer him before he gives me another peculiar look that only he could make.
"Y-yeah sir I'm fine, I um just wondered if it was possible to use your classroom during lunch to work on my piece for music. It's just it gets loud in there and I can't write so yeah" I ended up fumbling over my words as they kept spewing out of my mouth. I couldn't stop them they just kept on falling from my lips like they would burn my tongue if they weren't to be spoken right then.
"Sure you can, no one else comes here anyway be nice to have another body" his response so easy, so simple, with the smile that's very quickly formed on his lips making his eyes shine bright. That made me notice his eyes in a completely different way they're bright and beautiful, a sweet honey pool of hazel just catching my own not allowing m to pull away. I need to respond and a small mumbled thank you escapes my lips my eyes still locked on his. I can't just break away from those eyes and apparently his are the same.

Notes

AN; yeah so chapters have been coming up quickly but the first 2 chapters were already up on my wattpad account and 3rd has been im progress for a long time.
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