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

Chapter 12: (i have no idea what to name this lol)

Frank is beautiful. I don't mean to stare at him too much, but he's absolutely stunning.

He caught me staring and started blushing, "You like what you see?" He said avoiding eye contact. I smirked, "Yeah, I do." He ran his hands through my messy black hair, and he kissed me on the cheek.

I was happy, but I felt kind of disappointed, and guilty. Tomorrow we had to go to school, and I had to act like I'm just his teacher.

I mean I am just his teacher, aside from knowing what his lips taste like. "Hey Frank?" I started. He looked concerned, "Yeah, Gee?" I blush everytime he calls me that.

Still, I had to ask him something, "What's gonna happen tomorrow? And the rest of the week? It's gonna be so weird, being your teacher but also- whatever we are right now."

He nodded, looking defeated, "I don't know, we have to act normal, or as normal as we can. When I come down for lunch we can probably hide it less."

I shrugged, "I just don't want school to fuck up everything, but I don't want to lose my job. I love teaching, but I-"

I accidentally almost said I love you, yes I like him, like I really like him, a lot, but it's too early to say I love you.

We aren't even officially in a relationship. He smiled.

Fuck, he probably knew what I was gonna say, but it was an accident... mostly.

"I know, and if we hide this well enough, it won't fuck up anything. I promise." I grabbed the back of his neck and his lips collided into mine.

(jay) IN THE COLLISION OF YOUR KIIIIIISSSSS (im so sorry I had to lmfao im trying to make references) also IM LISTENING TO BULLETS AND EARLY SUNSETS IS FUCKING DEEP BUT IT'S SUCH A GOOD SONG okay sorry bye lol

He pushed me back on the couch again. I wrapped my arms tightly around his back. He held onto the back of my head, practically digging his nails into my scalp.

I'm not gonna lie, it was hot. He loosened his grip after a second. I feel so guilty, but I never want to stop. Believe me, I want to be around him all the time, I want to hold him in my arms and kiss him as much as I get to, but I'm his teacher.

And he's only 17.

Does this make me a pedophile?

It shouldn't, he likes me too, he wants this just as much as I do.

Or at least he tells me he does, but I don't know. I wish his birthday was earlier, but I still have all month.

Time passed, eventually we stopped making out. I was starting to sketch out my picture I thought about from last night. All that crossed my mind was the question:

Do you love him?

It's too early to say yes, but what if I do actually love him? I don't know how to answer that.

We're not even considered boyfriend and boyfriend or in a relationship, or using any labels, so is it even possible for me to love him?

Fuck, what am I thinking?!

He's still my student, I can't keep acting like this is some high school gay romance novel, I'm his teacher and he's my student, and we just coincidentally caught feelings for each other.

I tried to continue my drawing, but all I could think about was how wrong it was for me to be with Frank.

Speaking of Frank, he walked by me, noticing the panicked expression on my face. "Something wrong, Gee?" He asked.