And Then I Met My Teacher
I was standing still, watching Mr. Way pacing silently across the classroom. I glanced out the window, envying my new friends whom had already left the building. The sky was clear and the sun was shining, making the orange and red trees look even brighter. It was beautiful. I wondered what James and his friends were doing. Or what Sam was doing back home. I wanted to be anywhere but here, alone with him.
''Take a seat.'' He said firmly. I did as told and he continued pacing the room.
''I assume you wanted to talk to me about something since you asked me here?'' I asked, perplexed.
''Don't assume things about me, Mr. Iero.'' He answered coldly. Great. So, I was just going to silently watch him pace back and forth in his damn classroom for the rest of the night? Awe-fucking-some.
It was like he had read my mind because all of a sudden, he stopped and sat on my desk. He started playing with his hair, rolling locks of jet black hair between his thumb and forefinger. He was purposely acting that way, it showed. He wanted my attention. He wanted me to think he was hot, and I hated to admit it, but it was working. There he was, winning again.
''So, you don't wish things were different, Frank?'' He asked. I tone made me think he was teasing me but his expression remained cold. I knew it. The only reason he had given me a hard time was because he was offended. He couldn’t bare to feel rejected, and that was giving me the upper hand.
''Not even a little bit.''' I lied, trying to look as detached as possible.
''You don't think I'm attractive?'' He asked, moving his body towards me.
''I don't mean that to offend you Mr. Way, but you're not really my type.'' I lied again. His features were so incredibly perfect he would be anyone's type, but he didn't need to know that. And I sure as hell wouldn't let him win that easily.
''That's not what you seemed to think last night.'' He said, still playing with his hair. His body was so close to mine I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.
''I was drunk.'' I retorted disinterested.
''Drunk enough to let a man who's not your type suck your dick?''
''Drunk enough to pass out.''
''Fair enough.'' He answered, getting up. He started pacing again. I was afraid I had gone too far. I didn't want to let him win, but I didn't want to screw our little game up either. I had to say something fast.
''Why, Mr. Way? Am I your type?'' I asked playfully.
''What makes you think that I am even attracted to guys?'' He asked.
''Maybe the part where we were making out at the bar? Or the part where you wanted to give me head in the bathroom?” I sassed.
''Get up.'' He said firmly. I executed the command slowly, my legs shaking in excitement. He took a few steps towards me, his body almost threatening mine.
''If you're trying to play with me, Frank, you will lose. You're just a toy to me. A distraction. You don't mean anything. Therefore, trying to manipulate me would be dumb and immature.'' He said coldly. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, I felt embarrassed. I didn't stand a chance against him. He would always win. I could act indifferent, but he was actually indifferent. He didn’t care about me.
I started to feel my throat getting tighter and I looked away, worried that my voice would break if I tried to speak. I was quietly holding back tears, trying to keep my face as casual as possible, but he noticed.
''Frank, I-'' He paused and sighed, running a hand through his hair.
''You what?'' I mumbled.
''I didn't mean to hurt you. You're just a kid, fuck'' He sighed.
''I'm not a kid! I'm almost 18!''
''It doesn't matter. You could be 30 and this would still be wrong. I'm your teacher, this can’t happen.''
''We didn't do anything, I passed out.'' I reminded him. He sighed, exasperated.
''You know what I mean.''
''Maybe I should leave, you clearly don’t want me here anymore.'' I said. He didn't answer. I started walking towards the door.
''I will ask the administration to put you in a different class. It will be better for the both of us.'' He said. I froze.
''You will what!?''
''What's wrong?'' He asked calmly.
''You're telling me that because you cannot function like a responsible adult around me, you're just going to make me change groups and take away the only friend I have in this entire fucking country?!''
''I hadn't seen it that way..''
''If you do that, I swear I-''
''I won't. Goodnight, Frank.'' He answered calmly, pointing the door with his open hand. I left without adding anything, still shocked by how fast the situation had escalated. I had been here less than a week and I had already successfully managed to get one of my teachers to despise me. I checked my phone. My mom hadn't tried to contact me. Going home then implied admitting I was wrong, which I didn’t think I was, so I decided to call James to see if he wanted to do something. He picked up right away.
''Hey! Are you still with the guys?'' I said, trying to sound as normal as I could.
''Yeah, we were actually headed to a friend's place! Wanna come with?''
''Oh, er, well, I don't know your friend. I wouldn't wanna impose’’
''You won't! He's nice, you'll see. Where are you?” He asked.
''At school, I just got out of detention.''
''Okay. Wait for us in the parking lot, we'll be there in 10 minutes.'' He said, hanging up a few seconds later. I sighed and started walking towards the parking lot.
''Hey loser! How was detention?'' Sid asked when I got there.
''Long, and boring.'' I answered. ''So, where are we going?''
''Saint-Henri'' Matthew said.
''I meant more like, whose place are we going to?''
''Oh, our buddy Mikey's. He’s pretty chill, you’ll see.'' He answered. I nodded.
Half an hour later, we were standing in front “Mikey’s” house. But it wasn’t just any house.
It was HIS house- Mr. Way’s house.
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