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

Chapter 10: Though I really need to go

"Do you really have to go?" Gerard whined. He's so cute, literally anything he does makes me smile.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Maybe we can meet up again tomorrow?" I replied. He nodded, pulling me into a kiss. I really didn't want to leave him.

I wanted to stay with him all night, but it was 9:57 pm, I had to get home. It didn't matter, I wanted to keep kissing him.

He's a really good kisser, his lips are so soft, his hands are so cold, and I don't know why I like that so much, but I do.

I put my arms around his back, pulling him closer to me. I don't even find it weird that he's my art teacher, he feels like more than that, and I know what we're doing is wrong, but it feels so right.

We just stood there making out, until he backed me up, into the wall, cornering me with his arms. My hands moved up from his back, to his neck.

He is so fucking hot, how did I end up with him?

10 minutes had passed, and we were still making out. I didn't want to leave, but I really had to. I forced myself to pull away from him, "I really need to go now, I'm sorry" I said.

We were both heavily breathing, we didn't leave much room for air, but I was okay with that. I hate when our lips disconnect. "It's okay." He said. We pulled away from each other, I took my guitar and I walked out the door.

I forgot that I didn't have a car, so I was walking home. It would take 30 minutes to walk from here to my building.

It was about to start raining, I could feel light raindrops. It didn't matter, I'd be okay. I walked out if his driveway, I already missed him.

Gerard pov:

I miss Frank already.

I wanted to be as close with him as possible today, since I don't know if we'll ever be able to again. It's just so risky, I'm his teacher, he's my student, and he's only 17. I'm 21, that's a 4 year age difference.

Typically that'd be okay, but not in this case. If he were 18 I'd feel better about everything, but if it's just kissing it's not that bad...

right?

I mean we aren't even in a relationship, at least not yet.

I've only known him for 4 weeks, but I feel like I've known him for years. It's not too early for me to kiss him and be close with him, right?

I don't know, it just feels wrong in a way. I know what I want, I want him, but what happens if we get caught?

We're both fucked if someone finds out about this, but I want to take the risk. I see him out of the corner of my eye through the window.

He's walking home?

It's about to rain, I should drive him.

I guess I didn't even realize that he walked here. I guess I thought he got a ride or something, but either way, he shouldn't be walking home. I called him as quick as I could.

"Hey, you're walking home?" I said

"Oh... uh, yeah I- I am." He responded.

"You want a ride? I can drive you to your house if you want."

"Are you sure? That'd be great if it's not too much trouble, oh, also I live in an apartment." The rain got heavier, he was standing in the side of the road, staring at my house.

"Oh, okay. And yes, it's pouring out. Tell me the directions when you're in the car, okay? I'm gonna drive to you, it's quicker." I said

"Okay" He responded, and hung up.