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

Chapter 13: School

A/N : lmfao sorry i keep interrupting but i recently discovered today that im attracted to hands so im going to go into detail about his hands being fuCKING HOT BECAUSE HOLY SHIT HAVE YOU SEEN GERARDS HANDS AND FRANKS ABDHSHSHHDKSHD OKAY IM SORRY GOODBYE NOW

Soon the sky grew darker and it was 10:27pm, we decided that since we both had school in the morning, we would go to sleep.

He took his shirt off, and I really tried not to stare but I couldn't. He had a perfect body, he is absolutely beautiful.

He caught me staring, and we both blushed, "Like what ya see?" He said.

I blushed brighter than a fucking tomato, "Shut up."

I said in a playful, embarrassed tone. He giggled, and pulled me into a hug.

Is it bad to say that I might love him?

Like- he has the greatest personality, he makes me smile just by existing, and not gonna lie, he's fucking hot.

He kissed my neck, and pulled me in even tighter. It's too early for me to love him, or to say I love him, but I think maybe... just maybe... I'm in love with him.

"We should get to sleep," He said softly, still holding me in his arms. I pulled him into a soft kiss, wrapping my arms around his back.

He grabbed the back of my head, clenching his fist into my hair. Our kiss intensified, and I never wanted it to stop, but we had to pull away eventually.

We laid down, sleeping in the same position as last night. He had his arms around my waist, and I was curled up close to him.

We both woke up to the sound of his alarm, for 6 am. He wakes up a little earlier than me, but it's fine.

For once I actually slept pretty well.

We both took showers and quickly cleaned ourselves up for school. He looked nice, I forgot that the teachers have to dress all professional and stuff, so he had a dress shirt tucked into black jeans.

He didn't look too fancy, but he always managed to look perfect.

He said he couldn't drive me to school since it'd look to suspicious, but there was a bus stop a few blocks away from his house, and that I could just take that instead.

We had about 10 minutes before we had to leave. He intensely looked at me, with a look of defeat in him eyes, "Hey Gee, what's wrong?" I asked.

He shrugged, "It's stupid, I'm just being dramatic." He responded. What's that supposed to mean?

Oh... I think I know what he's thinking about. "We can see each other when we come back from school, and look, I know I'm still 17 but I'm almost 18, and it's really not that big of an age gap.

21, 17, that's only 4 years.

And whatever happens with that, I'm not leaving you, okay?"

He kissed me again, doing that thing where he pins me to the wall.

Shit, he's so hot.

His nails lightly dig into my skin. Not gonna lie, his hands are fucking hot. He's holding me so tightly, he's so sexy...

C'mon, it's too early for this shit, I have to leave for school like now, I can't be wanting to fuck him now.

I don't want to fuck him, I just think he's really sexy, and his hands are so hot, his knuckles, his veins, the way his nails dig into my skin, everything about him give me butterflies.

I think I have a hand kink or something.

I pulled away from him, even though I really didn't want to.