You're only 17... (frerard fanfic) (teacher X student) COMPLETED

Chapter 2: Art Class

"Hey class, I'm your art teacher, Mr. Way. This is my first year here, so bare with me if I'm not great, I apologize if I make the class boring or something." He looked around at all of us, and when he looked at me, I saw a faint smile.

It was small, but it was there, and it wasn't there for anyone else.

I know that means nothing, but I mean, he still smiled at me. "So since it's the first day we are not required to do actual work, and I thought that'd be a good opportunity for me to get to know everyone. So I'm gonna go through the attendance list and you're going to tell me 3 things about yourself. Is that okay?" He sounds so confident and I find it so hot, but he's my teacher, I can't think he's hot.

"Okay, Samantha Austin?" She answered him with 3 facts about herself. 2 other kids went before me.

"Frank Iero?" He said.

Fuck. I have no idea what to say.

He looked into my eyes and this time he certainly did smile, and I swear to God that shit is infectious. His smile is so adorable, it made me smile back at him. "Uh, I play guitar, my favorite band is pierce the veil and I really like music and art"

He smiled at me again, "that's so cool!" We made eye contact again even after he was supposed to finish his list.

I hope he thinks I'm attractive too, but I get the feeling that he is just like every other male teacher, married, and straight. He broke eye contact with me after a few seconds and he looked back at his list.

He finished asking people things about themselves and then he looked back at me.

Why does he keep looking at me? What did I do? And why does he keep smiling every time we make eye contact? Does he know that I think he's attractive?

He started talking, "So I'll tell you guys a little about myself. I graduated high school at 17 and I went to college for 2 years. Afterwards I went to an art school for another 2 years and basically, now I'm here. I've been really into art ever since I was young and I'm really excited to teach you guys some art strategies but also to see some of your own talent."

He's only 21 years old, damn. I don't know what the hell I'm thinking, first of all, he's my teacher, second, I'm only 17, third, he has to ya know, actually like me.

I DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM LIKE THAT! I JUST THINK HE'S HOT, BUT WHY AM I THINKING LIKE THIS?!?!

He started in again, "So this technically isn't work, this isn't being graded or anything, you can put the absolute bare minimum of effort into this, but we will be drawing something today just to kill time." He handed a stack of papers to me, "Is it cool if you pass these around for me?" He asked, looking into my eyes.

God dammit, why does he do that?

He has this adorable glow in his eyes and I can't seem to look away from him, but I need to. I stopped myself from staring at him and I responded, "Yeah, no problem."

I didn't know if he wanted me to walk around the classroom and pass them out or just tell people to take one and pass it. I did the second option, it's just easier for me not to have to talk to anyone.

Mr. Way told us that we had to draw the first thing that came to mind when we were asked, "what makes you happiest?" I instantly thought of my guitar.

I have a white, Epiphone Les Paul electric guitar that I call Pansy.

Playing guitar makes me so happy, it's the only thing I've ever really been passionate about.

We still had 30 minutes of class since each bell was 40 minutes, so I tried to draw it the best I could, but it had to be done by today since tomorrow we had an actual class. About 10 minutes had passed and I had finished the outline and some of the details.