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

22: Kick me like a stray

Frank pov:

Not even in the fucking building yet, and I get shoved and called a faggot. The teacher standing by did nothing about it.

I'm in the middle of technology, I already have my assignments finished so the teacher said it doesn't matter what I do. I decided to pull out my phone.

The texts I recieved last night sat there on my screen. It doesn't even seem real.

A bunch of anonymous texts, all saying one different thing.

I'm gonna guess it was a group of people hanging out and they found my number and jumped on the opportunity to make me feel like shit.

This kid Bob sat down next to me. He's one of the popular homophobic assholes,

"Yo, fag iero. What's up?"

I rolled my eyes, "What do you want?"

"Well I'm gonna guess you got all those texts last night. How does it feel? I bet it sucks being told the truth. You're a disgusting faggot. Oh and you're little faggot teacher doesn't care about you. He feels bad for you because you're a depressed little bitch, he doesn't want to be with you, it's pretty obvious." He smirked.

"Why did you come over here? Just to tell me that?" I asked, annoyed by his presence.

"Yes, and also that if you feel bad for any of the shit we sent you I hope you realize every word of it is true." He said, as he walked up from the seat next to me to sit with his posse of jocks.

Tech ended, it was time for art.

I guess we got released really early, we still had 10 minutes left. Nobody from my tech class goes to art right after except me, and no other class gets released early except that technology class, so I was alone with Gerard for 10 minutes.

"Hey, I got released really early so hi I guess" I said, slightly chuckling.

"No problem. How was tech?" He said.

I could tell him what happened, but I don't want him to feel bad for me. If I don't have anything for him to feel bad for me about, then he won't show his sympathy for me and it'll be obvious if he actually wants to be together.

"It was okay. I'm ahead on all my assignments." I simply responded.

"That's good. The last class I taught was fucking awful." He said laughing a little.

"Oh no what happened" I said chuckling.

"Dude it's like teaching kindergarteners! One of the students threw their fucking paper out the window and told me they couldn't do their work because of that, and then another one just wrote their name all over the paper and called it artwork. I told them to draw something Inspirational."

"Wow" I said, laughing.

"I found it quite funny but still, this is the easiest fucking class in this school and they have managed to fail that too, it's honestly funny." He said.

"I mean writing your name all over a paper might be Inspirational if their name is faith or hope or something." I replied.

He chuckled, "His name is Parker"

"So Inspirational" I joked.

We both laughed a little as he pulled me on the other side of the wall so we weren't near the door, and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I hate teaching this class the most though," He said with a smirk.

I raised my eyebrow but in a really cute way, "Why is that, Mr. Way?"

He got closer to me, pinning me to the wall, "Because I want to get up and fuck you right here on the fucking desks... but I can't."

He's going to give me a fucking boner. God dammit.

"Well, at least not right now. School eventually comes to an end." I said with a smirk.

"You're making it very hard for me not to kiss you right now. You're making a lot of things hard right now." He joked.

I giggled at his dirty joke, "Class starts in 7 minutes, just lock the door, let's go in the closet."

And we did.

"If we get caught this is your fault for being so fucking hot." He said while closing the closet door.

"What are you gonna do about it? Punish me?" I said smirking.

We both just broke into laughter. Sure  we're kinky, but this is just straight up hilarious.

"I might" He said, as he aggressively pressed his lips onto mine.

A minute or so later, he started kissing my neck.

"I'm not arguing but won't that make it easier to get caught?" I said, trying not to moan.

"Yeah but I want to make my mark on you. I want people to know that you're mine." He said, as he continued kissing my neck.

Goddamn hes so fucking hot.

He ended up leaving a bruise, I'm okay with it. I really like when he does that actually. I like pain, especially when it's because of him.

Class was starting in 3 minutes, so we had to get out and pretend nothing had happened.

"Hey class, so today we're going to draw something Inspirational to us. Please do not do what some people in the last class did and throw your project out the window, yes that actually happened-" the class laughed

"and please don't write your name all over it, well I would like you to write your name on the back but not all over the paper. Writing the name Parker isn't very inspirational."

The class laughed again.

He handed me a stack of papers to pass down, like usual, squeezing my hand "accidentally"

I don't really know what I find inspirational. There are so many things I could choose but nothing really seems right.

I don't know what I find inspirational, I guess music would be.

I drew two guitars, a microphone, a bass guitar and a drum set.

Gerard walked over to me and looked at what I drew, "Looks good."

"It's not as detailed as I usually make it, also I know it's not really creative but I couldn't really come up with something." I said.

He put his hands on my shoulders, practically massaging me, "It's fine, don't worry about it, okay? Your drawings are perfect."

He walked away, moving onto the next desk.

I guess maybe he does want to be with me.

He said, "I want people to know that you're mine."

I don't know why but that makes me so happy. I know I'm a person, not a possession, but I like knowing that I'm his.

I love him so much. I wish I could tell him, I just don't know if he'll say it back.

What if he ends up letting me down and telling me he doesn't feel the same? I'm not ready for rejection.

I don't know, even after him acting like he wants to be with me, there's always still the possibility that he thinks I'm weak and mentally unstable so he pities me by acting all flirtatious and shit.

He wouldn't be wrong though, I'm weak. I'm a fuck up, nobody would love someone like me.

Maybe I can prove to him that I'm strong, I'm perfectly fine. Then if he doesn't want me anymore, it'll be obvious that this was all just an act because he feels bad for me.

I hope it isn't though, I'm really in love with him.