Gerard’s Point of View

“So, what do I need to clean up Mr. Way?” Frank inquired after he had stood up from the stool he’d been sitting on during class, and walked over to where I stood with his hands shoved into his jeans pockets, a small smile plastered onto his handsome face. My heart fluttered at the bright sparkle that was shining in his hazel green-tint eyes, and an urge to place his face in between my hands so that I could kiss him formed inside of my chest, but of course I had to refrain, for the sake of my career as well as Frank’s pride.

“Well, how about this, I’ll move the desks back to where they belong after you put the easels over there by the art closet, and when that’s finished, I’ll put the charcoal pieces back in the box, and you can put it on the shelf in the art closet, okay?” I asked, gesturing my hands at the different things I mentioned while he gave me a curious look. Once I’d suggested all of that, he slowly but surely nodded his head before taking his hands out of his pants pockets and grabbing one of the easels that was closest to him.

As he had one in his arms, a few paintbrushes fell out that I had put there for one of the upcoming assignments I planned on giving all of my students, and when he had that easel pushed beside another one already by the closet, he went back to the paintbrushes, bending over in front of me so that he could pick them up, all the while giving me a perfect view of his ass. All of the scenarios that played through my mind of Frank and I fucking in multiple positions as well as places in this room… well they could very well have put a gay porn star to shame.

When all of the tasks I had set out for both of us were done, I told Frank that he had about ten minutes until his fifteen minutes of detention were over.

“So Frank, are you and Jamia seeing on another? I mean I don’t want to seem nosy, I’m just curious is all, and not to mention the two of you seem really close,” I trailed off, asking the young teenager the one question that had been plaguing my mind since yesterday, but also trying to make some light conversation before it would be time for both of us to leave.

“Oh, don’t worry about it Mr. Way, I don’t think you’re being nosy, but uh no, Jamia and I aren’t dating, we’re just really close friends, I mean we’ve known each other since our freshman year. Of course I do like her, she’s pretty, smart, and funny so I am thinking about asking her out on a date, but I’m afraid that if I do then I’ll end up ruining our friendship, which isn’t something that I want,” Frank confessed as he shuffled his feet on the concrete floor of the classroom briefly, and clasped both of his hands together. I let all of what he said sink in, my heart feeling as if it was being tugged as it did, but I soon realized that Frank was inadvertently looking to me for some advice.

“If both of your guys’ friendship is as good as you say it is Frank, I’m sure that a date wouldn’t hurt it, and maybe a relationship with her would make things better, like more benefits I guess,” I spoke softly while chuckling to myself at the last part of my sentence. I knew that by telling Frank to go for Jamia I was essentially stomping on my chances with him, but that was a good thing; I wasn’t supposed to be even feeling anything for him let alone wanting a relationship.

Frank nodded his head in understanding before I turned to look at the clock above the classroom door, and gave him the okay to go home. Both of us bid farewell to the other before he was out the door, headed for the main entrance, and leaving me by myself so that I could lock up my room and leave. After I had accomplished that I adjusted my bag over my shoulder before I walked out the front entrance and headed for my car, seeing Frank walking a few feet ahead of me on his way towards a red corvette. Fuck he had style as well as good looks, and a fantastic personality. A triple threat that I was sure Jamia was going to be getting soon.

When I arrived home, I felt utterly alone. I haven't had a boyfriend in four years, and it was really starting to take a toll on me emotionally. I guess I got the job that I have because I needed a distraction, but really it was starting to fade. I don't want a boyfriend, I need one, which is exactly why I'm going to start looking for one tomorrow, and I'm not going to stop until I find one.

Notes

Awe, poor Gee.. It'll all work out though. I promise. :3

xoxx ~Frankie Boy.