My Way Home Is Through You (Frerard)

Chapter 2

The first hour of my day in itself had just reflected how I was expecting my whole day to be, I had already expressed my complete disgust for the day I had before me, but I just couldn't be bothered. Actually skipping the day with Kyle, pretending we had some flu or something, was becoming more and more appealing by the minute.

Funnily enough, it wasn't even like I was one of those teachers who taught the same presentations ever lesson, corrected the same mistakes in every book, or had students complain my lessons were boring or fell asleep, none of the above ever happened. I had no reason at all to hate my job ever, I never really did, but when you have a day filled purely with tenth graders, its harder than it sounds. Egotistical was one thing I wasn't but it was blatantly obvious, that I was a highly liked teacher, obviously even the best teachers have a few students who don't like them, but in general my students liked me and in general I liked them too.

The trouble was, these fifteen and sixteen year old girls seemed to find great joy in my presence, they flirted non-stop and the boys just pissed about. They seemed to be the year group that just didn't give a shit about music, they didn't fail, or disrespect the lesson or me as such, but they used it as a lesson for them to let out steam, piss about or sit back and relax. That didn't bother me too much, music was something to have passion about and do how you want, I didn't like the silent classrooms where everyone was working their socks off, but I did want them to learn something.

Saying this makes them sound like they don't learn anything, they do, but not what the way they're supposed to. They learn what they have to, but the guys do it whilst pissing about, messing with the girls, messing with each other and making a mess of my room. As for these stereo-typical cheerleader girls, they seemed to do it by flirting with me, which I really didn't appreciate. Obviously for me to criticize them on it, would be extremely hypocritical as I was married to my school teacher, but I didn't do it so obviously and quite Frankly disgracefully. I gave Gerard sexual pleasure in the confides of his home, or a locked classroom after hours, but these girls were openly doing it in front of the whole class, things like pulling their tops down low and virtually shoving their tits in my face, or hitching their skirts up and bending down for their pencils.

What disgusted me most was their seeming obsession with it, obviously I wasn't going to tell the headmaster, certainly not yet, but it was pissing me off more and more as the terms went on. I had pulled them out and spoken to them about it, but they had simply played with their hair looking 'innocent' whilst making their fucking cleavages stand out. Not only did they deny it whilst in the process of it, but they continued when they knew I had asked them not to and when they knew about my personal life. Why exactly they asked I can only hazard a guess at, but they seemed very interested in my family, I wasn't that bother I explained it vaguely before distracting them, but them knowing that didn't bother me, what did was that although they knew I was married and had a son they still tried to seduce me.

And I had a full day of hormonal girls and pathetic boys, Kyle's situation hadn't exactly given me a good start to the day, as I'm sure you can imagine. All I wanted right now was to be that middle aged women who sits on the couch watching chick-flicks, with wine and chocolate and Gerard of course. Honestly I didn't do much film watching, but Kyle, Gerard and I always watched a film on a Saturday evening, then Kyle went to bed, Gerard and I would often watch a second. Thinking about that however, only made me dread the day more, I just didn't want the day that was ahead.

Leaving pansy and my marked assessments in the classroom, I weaved through the crowds of students in the hallway - most of whom were taller than me - making my way towards the staff room. Honestly, I needed to get a coffee machine for my classroom, so I could sit it on my desk for whenever I needed a coffee, but I hadn't done that yet, so I had to traipse all the way to the staff room for one. The staff room wasn't a bad place, it wasn't like I didn't like to be there, but the atmosphere just wasn't the sort I liked, it was always fairly quiet and the teachers rarely stayed in there for long, it was usually just get coffee or tea, talk for a minute or two about particular students or if they were in the same department, topics and then they left.