Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

Give 'Em Hell, Kid

I walked into the living room, so engrossed in Gerard's sketchbook that I didn't realise he was sitting in the chair beside me, talking to my mom.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Way. Frank can sometimes be a handful, but I can assure you that he won't be giving you any more trouble." Gerard nodded, shaking my mother's hand as he fixed his hair, standing up. He turned to face me.

"I'll be in the car." He spoke, walking out of the apartment and closing the door softly. My mom nudged me, handing me a 20 dollar bill.

"For food. He's so young, Mr. Way is. Is there any chance that he's single?" I rolled my eyes, walking to the door.

"Single? Yes. Straight? No." I closed the door behind me, bounding down the steps. I looked across the vast parking lot, not remembering the look of Gerard's car. The honk of a horn startled me and Gerard stuck his head out of the window of a Black Pontiac.

"I'm over here."

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"Have you had breakfast yet?" Gerard asked me, pulling into a gas station. I shook my head.

"Not yet. I tend to sleep late on weekends, like humane individuals." I followed him into the gas station, watching him as he picked out two donuts and two cups of coffee.

He nudged me, and I looked up. "What do you smoke?" He asked, and I wrinkled my eyebrows. Gerard repeated the question.

"Mr-Gerard, I'm 17. And your student."

"Consider this a favour." I just shrugged, looking around the gas station.

"Marlboro Black 100's." I replied after a few minutes, and he paid for the cigarettes and food and walked to the car.

"I'm doing this because I slightly tolerate you." Gerard said as we entered the car. "Besides, you look stressed out. We'll talk before we start. Sound good?" I nodded.

"Do you want to talk now or do you want to talk when we get to my place?" Gerard asked, starting up the car and leaving the parking spot. I shrugged, placing a cigarette between my fingers. I didn't light it, which was a first. The rest of the ride was silent.

"You seem quieter today." Gerard noted, and I shrugged again, following him inside, then to a patio outside. He perched his foot up on a piece of wood, bending over to tie his shoe. I slowly walked past him, enjoying the view. Once seated, I bent over and lit a cigarette, exhaling through my nose. My head started to hurt. It's been too long, I thought.

"I've just been thinking," I finally spoke, and Gerard's expression became serious.

"About?" His hand reached over to mine, prying the cigarette out of my fingers and using it to light his own. He placed it in between my lips, fingers "accidentally" brushing my face.

"You, mostly." He looked down, brushing hair out of his face.

"What about me?"

"Your drawings. Some of them were sad, and it made me concerned." I handed him the sketchbook, and he shrugged.

"Whatever's on my mind, I draw. Whether it be sad or not, it helps." I took another drag, nodding.

"You know, when the class is busy, I spend most of my time drawing you." Gerard admitted, stubbing out his cigarette.

My eyebrows raised, along with my heart rate. "Why me?" I questioned, flicking off ash.

"Because your desk is near mine. And you're beautiful to look at." Heat rose to my cheeks, and I looked down.

"Thanks, Mr. Way."

"Out of school, I'm not your teacher, alright? I'm just Gerard." He placed his hand on mine, staying there for a couple of seconds before standing up and walking back inside.

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