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

Chapter 3: In denial... mostly...

Mr. Way pov:

This day was so long, and all I did was make the students draw something that made them happy.

My student Frank, I can't believe how talented he is! He drew a sketch of a guitar in less than 30 minutes. It looked amazing, I had no idea how cool he was. And his hoodie, it was so cool! Most of the students at that school listen to mainstream pop artists, and they're all too... normal. Too basic, just too... I don't know, unoriginal I guess?

He's different, and he's really attra-

...i-it doesn't matter, he was just really cool, that's all.

I walked into my apartment room and dropped my bag on the floor instantly. I threw my keys onto the coffee table and sat down on my  couch.

Time passed and all I could think about it was... well, Frank. This couldn't be normal, I shouldn't think about a student so much. I just think he seemed really cool. I don't know how to describe it, but he just seems so unique and like he has so much personality.

I brought myself to admit it... he is also kind of cute.

Okay... not kind of... he's really hot, his Hazel eyes are absolutely gorgeous, his black hair, slightly shaved on the side with blonde... it's just adorable.

I can't be thinking these things about him, I'm his teacher.

This is so wrong, I need to stop. I know I like men, but I don't like him like that... do I?

No- it's the first day of school and I just met him, besides, I think he's only 17. I probably just want to become friends with him or something.

I managed to keep him off my mind until later tonight. I was watching TV in my bedroom, and I saw a guitar center commercial and I thought of his guitar drawing.

It was a really good drawing, I'm not gonna lie, I'm really impressed.

This was my first day teaching ever but I've seen students draw as a student teacher, and he was the best I've ever seen.

Goddamn, he was so beautiful. And his facial features we're actually perfect to draw.

FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HIM SO MUCH?!?!

I punched my pillow next to me out of anger towards myself. I don't even know this kid that well, and he's only 17. I need to stop thinking about him so much.

I pulled out my laptop and went straight to google. I typed in: why am I thinking about someone I just met so much? And hit search.

The first option that came up, was the worst possibility ever, but they all came up the same.

No, Google isn't always right, and plus only I know how I feel about people.

I don't even want to consider that I might li- uhh, never mind. It's not even something I'll allow to be a possibility.

Frank pov:

It's about 11:30 at night, I should really go to bed but I can't. I'm staring at the picture my art teacher gave me.

What the fuck am I doing?! I need to stop acting like I'm in love with this guy or something and realize that he's probably a heterosexual married man.

I didn't check for a ring, but I don't think I should. It's just me giving in to whatever these feelings are, but I don't want them to continue. I'm so nervous around him for not reason, but I really enjoy his company.

Time has passed, I'm still in denial of the fact that I might possibly be starting to catch feelings for him. I don't know enough about him to like him though, all it really is that I'm feeling is that I think he's attractive, and really friendly, and talented, and has really good music taste, and when he touched my shoulders today, I wonder what it's like hugging him, and his warm, welcoming body.