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mister late man

Frank POV :

Fuck it was the first day of school and I was already late !! I took the first clothes : an Iron Maiden shirt and a black mom jean . I didn't had enough time to eat. I took my bag and ran in the college direction.

Fuck I was 5 minutes late, everybody were already in class. I hate being late and having to enter in front of everyone. I didn't have the choice...let's go. I took a deep breath.

*knock knock*

« Yeah come in » I pushed the door. « Hum...hello I'm sorry for the late. » « It's okay, come on. » The last seat was at the first row, I hate that ! Whatever I just had to be on time.

« Okay so the seat that you took are definitive, I have a bad memory so it's the only way for me to remember your names. My name is Mister Way. » Fuck I hate this seat. « I'm your litterature teacher for this year and we'll see each other 6 hours per week. » I was looking at him while he was talking and...he looks handsome...I think I'm going to like litterature.

He began by making the call. « Tell me if I don't pronounce your name the right way. So, Ray Toro » I could hear a little « here » behind me. « Hayley Williams, Anthony Green, Frank Iero » « here » I said as I raised my hand. « oh yeah mister late man, I see. » I was so embarrassed, I blushed. He saw my red face and smiled at me while winking.

The hour passed and I started to put all my stuff in my bag. « I like your t-shirt. » I looked up and M. Way was here looking at me. « Oh hum...thank you. » « So you like music » « yeah, hum, I play guitar. » I said while looking down. I don't know why but I was weirdly embarrassed. Not embarrassed but like scared. He was so charismatic with his suit and his tie. « Guitar ?! waw I love guitar ! » « Really ? » « Yes I think it's the best instrument. Musicien, now, stop putting guitar in their musics and I think that it sucks because it's the most important thing in a song » « I totally agree with you ! » he was nice, really nice. « I'm sorry I have to go... » I said. « Oh yeah go ! » I took my bag and put it on my shoulder. I was on the point to pass the door when he said « and stop blushing when I talk to you » he winked again. I blushed so hard. It was so strange.

The next hour I couldn't stop thinking about M. Way. He was so...I didn't had the words to describe him. But something brought me back to reality « M. Iero ! I guess you are dreaming about a cute girl, you look like this type of person who can't let their twisted thoughts out of their mind. So now stop and listen to the lesson or get out of this room ! » I was so embarrassed, the teacher had just humiliated me in front of the whole class ! Tears began to run on my cheeks. « Are you 5 years old to cry ? stop right now » I took my bag and get out of this fucking class. He's just an asshole. I was running to get out of the college and crying so hard, I don't know why but what he said just destroyed me.

« Frank ? » I knew this voice. Fuck it was M. Way, I didn't want him to see me cry. « You don't have lesson right now ? » He moved in front of me. I was looking down but my voice was a bit broken. « Hum no, I-, I don't » « Are you okay ? » « Yes, I'm sorry I have to go » I started to walk but he grabbed my wrist. « What's happening ? » I was looking at the floor, I just wanted to go. « Frank ? Look at me when I talk please. » « I'm okay, please just let me go. » « Look up » He was scaring me, I had to raise my head. My tears were still flowing. « Frank what happened ?! Tell me, you can trust me. » « My-...my economy teacher just yelled at me and humiliated me in front of the whole class » « Seriously ?! what did he say ? » « I was dreaming and he said that I look like this type of person who can't let their twisted thought out of their minds. He...he thought I was thinking about a girl. » I was even more embarrassed to tell him that, my cheeks were red » « What the-, he's such an asshole ! How can he says that to you ! » « I ran over » « Yes and that's normal, what's his name ? » « I don't know. » « Stop crying Frank, please, it's okay now. » I didn't notice that I was still crying. « I finished my day, do you want to take a coffee with me ? » I was not sure, it might be a little bite weird but I know how I would feel if I stay alone. « Yes, okay thank you. » « Let's go. »

We started to walk in the direction of the coffee shop. We didn't talk before we arrived in the starbucks. « What do you want ? » He asked me. « I don't know, go order, I do it after you. » « No I invite you » No. « Thank you but I can pay for myself » I hate being invited by others. « No I insist » « No I insist » « Okay so two latte please » He said to the cashier. « Is it good for you ? » argggg he was so stubborn !! « Yes thank you so much » He smiled at me. He looks really cute. HOW COULD I THINK THAT HE IS MY LITTERATURE TEACHER !!!

We went to a free table. « How old are you Frank ? » « 19, what about you ? » Why did I asked that. « I'm sorry it's a reflex I didn't wanted to ask you that... » « It's okay don't worry. I'm 23, it's my second year as a college teacher. » « Oh you're really young » « I know » He seemed a bit sad but I don't know why. « Gerard » yelled a worker « Yeah, coming » His first name was Gerard. I like it. He gave me my coffee. « What are you thinking about ? a girl ? » What ?! fuck I blushed so hard this time, why do they all think that my only thoughts are about girls. « What ?! no, no at all ! » « I'm sorry Frank, I was joking » I looked at my coffee.

« So tell me more about you » He asked me. « Hum...I don't know, what do you want to know ? » « what do you want to do after college ? » « honestly, I don't know, nothing inspire me... I just like music » « you want to be a guitarist ? » « No, I mean yeah but I don't have the level for » everybody say that I'm a god at guitar but I know that I'm not. « I'm sure you have » His phone ringed. « Sorry I have to answer » « of course »

« Hello ?, yeah, please stop yelling, what ?! NO, PLEASE DON'T ! » He ran outside. I stay on my seat, totally confused. I have no idea what's going on. I'm sure I saw tears on his cheeks.

He came back after a 5 minutes call. « I'm sorry Frank, where were we in our discussion ? » He looked lost. « Hum, are you okay ? » « Yeah. Yes I am » He answers quickly but 5 seconds later he continues : « Hum, honestly no, my boyfriend just broke up with me » « I'm so sorry » « It's okay, he was an asshole...I'm sorry, I don't know why I say that to you, your my student » « No problem » « I think I might go, I'm sorry » « Yes, no problem » « Okay thank you, see ya tomorrow in class » « yes see ya tomorrow and thanks for the coffee » « My pleasure Frankie »
What the fuck, how did he just called me ?! "Frankie" ?! I dreamed it, it's not possible.

I went back home. I lived alone in a small appartement. I was not hungry tonight, this day was so tiring, I had to sleep. I lie down on my bed. It was 5 pm but I just wanted to make a little nap.

I opened my eyes and looked at my phone. 7:45 AM !!!  SCHOOL STARTED AT 8, I WAS LATE TODAY TOO. How could I sleep 13 hours !
I guess I'm going to be called M. late men by my litterature teacher for a while.