Be My Romeo

3. Can Make Me Smile?

Gerard's POV

I heard the bell in the distance, squeaking and trying to pack all my stuff up. I was erratically grabbing shit that was strung out on the grass, putting my stuff in my bag, and trying to get through the door. I saw the halls emptying, panicking as I tried to remember where I was supposed to go. English. Where is my English class?!!

As I was about to look back to where I had been running, feeling something thud against my chest. I grabbed the wall, looking down and panicking as I saw Frank. So it wasn't something, it was someone. I backed up a few steps as he registered what happened, looking angry as he looked up at me. "What was that for?!" He barked, rubbing his forehead and glaring at me. "Sorry- sorry, geez, sorry. I'm gonna be late-" I rushed out, running past him and getting into the classroom.

I watched Frank walk in with a glare, spotting me and if his glare could kill, I'd be on my last leg. I put my head down, seeing him sit a few seats away. I moved my legs a little, feeling an urge that I ignored so I wouldn't have to come back into the building and risk getting caught; I really had to use the bathroom. My leg bounced a little, though I decided to ignore it still since the class had just started.

As the class went on, I crossed my legs and tried not to piss my pants, especially since it was only 3rd period. My mom wasn't home to bring me a set of clothes, and these jeans were kind of comfortable. I looked at the clock, feeling an overwhelming urge hit me and knowing I couldn't wait any longer. My hand shot up, my other hand pressing down on my bladder so I didn't have an accident. It was agonizing, the time that I had to wait for the old bat to turn around. "Mr. Way? Do you know the answer?" She asked, tilting her head, probably not being able to see my predicament. "Um- no, I-I just need to use the restroom," I mumbled, seeing her nodding and allowing me to go.

I got out of my seat as quick as I could, speeding walking out of the classroom, and then running once I was out of sight. I pushed the door open to the men's bathroom, running to one of the stalls so no one walked in on my desperation to undo my belt. Ugh, how I regretted actually wearing these damn baggy jeans now, no matter how comfortable, the belt was a bitch. I got the belt undone, unzipping my pants and barely pulling myself through the pocket hole of my boxers before I, quite literally, moaned from the relief. Sweet fucking relief. I threw my head back a little, letting go of the floodgates, and then I was empty.

I sighed, standing there for a little bit before realizing my dick was out of my pants still. I put it back, zipping them up and putting my belt through before pinning it in one of the holes and putting the tail through the belt loop. I fixed my jacket, finally satisfied as I came out of the stall to wash my hands. Suddenly, my back was against the wall, the impact not so painful, but I didn't even know who pushed me.

I realized I wasn't just pushed, but I was being pinned against the wall, the culprit being none other than Frank. His eyes said it all, it was easy to read someone like him, except for the facade I could now see. "You thought you could get away with running into me like that?" Frank asked angrily, though the question was obviously rhetorical. I wasn't one to lie, I was still terrified of him but intrigued at the piece of his facade he had put up; that didn't stop me from being terrified though.

I didn't like him being so close that I was able to feel his breath on my lips. I impulsively pushed him off of me, running out of the bathroom and back to the classroom. I was panting a little, keeping it quiet as I worked on what was in front of me, though I couldn't help but look up to see Frank stomping into the room. I caught his eyes, both of his hazel eyes boring into mine. He was obviously still mad, I knew that much, but I ignored it and put my head back down.

"Mr. Way, can I see you out in the hall please?" The English teacher requested, looking at me as we made eye contact. I nodded, slowly getting up and seeing Frank looking at me as we went to the hall. She seemed to be trying to find the right words, nervous or awkward. "Gerard, I know boys your age have... More hormones than us females, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't hold yourself there," She stated. I felt embarrassed, to say the least, but not only for myself but for this poor English teacher.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, that isn't what happened. It did look like that, but I genuinely needed to use the restroom. I didn't go before class because I was almost late," I explained, rubbing the back of my neck as I stood there. I didn't like that it was true for some boys, getting a boner in class was always awkward, especially when you had tight pants.

The first one that unexpectedly popped up was when I was 12, but my father had left before then and I didn't get that talk until I had to look it up. I had been scarred from that day on, but it couldn't have been worse from the first time I had decided to manscape. "Okay... Well, I apologize for assuming, just get back to your seat and finish at least the front page," She mumbled, allowing me to go back to my seat.

I saw Frank watching me while I walked back to my seat, his eyes looking as if I was his prey. I felt that shiver go down my spine, I still hid it since I couldn't show I was unsettled by it. I sighed and kept working, just wanting to go to lunch already so I could hide again.