Prohibited love (so wrong but so right)

Chapter 6.

I had been doing my physical therapy for about an hour now, and to say I was
exhausted was an understatement. I was all kinds of exhausted mentally and
physically. Luckily, I had my good luck charm, Gerard. I had been sitting in the
wheelchair for about 5 minutes, catching my breath while Gerard stood there
next to me impatiently. “Come on Y/N, we don't have all year you know?” He said tapping his foot like the little bitch he was acting like. “Shut the fuck up, I
was in an accident, man.” I said, annoyed at him. “Doesn’t mean you can be
lazy all the time, get off your ass, no?” he said. “Oh, shut it, smart ass.” I
rolled my eyes at him, crossing my arms in annoyance. “Will you do it for me
then??” he asks, batting his lashes. “What’s that supposed to do? Seduce
me? I’m not interested, also aren’t you married?” All he did was frown at my
comment and yanked my hair. “No talking about my marital status.” He said
hopping off the topic. I began to prepare myself again in an attempt to try and
stand, which was the main goal for this week's physical therapy. “Come on,
Y/N, you can do this.” he said, hopping around like a child excited to get their
Christmas presents. “I could do this.” “Nuh uh it’s ‘I CAN do this’ idiot” Gerard
said joking around. I rolled my eyes playfully and put my hands on the bars
that’ll help me stand up using my upper body strength. Inhaling sharply, I
pulled my body up and took a step forward to steady my body, successfully
standing on my own. “Holy Shit!” I exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. Gerard
smiled at me and hugged me. “You did it!!” he exclaimed cheerfully, carefully
moving so as to not make me fall. I raised my hands off the bar and cheered,
only to realize I had fallen into the arms of a man with sky blue orbs. “Wow, it
seems like your progress has been moving along smoothly.” “Mr. Watkins!?” I
exclaimed with confusion. I just stared at Gerard, and he stared back at me,
unsure on how or when he entered the room. Mr. Watkins sat me back down
in the wheelchair, and handed me a bag of Cheez-itz which he had gotten
from Gerard. “What are you doing here, Mr. Watkins??” I asked him, staring
right into his bright blue orbs. “I felt like visiting you Y/N. You know…. You’re
my best student and always so studious, so I thought you at least deserved to
be visited. I also brought you something.” he said as he reached into his
pocket. He handed me a CD, but it wasn’t just any CD, it was a CD of a
certain band named “Tally Hall”. I supposed my normal self loved that band,
so I appreciated his efforts. “I’ve noticed you listening to them in class a lot, so
I thought you liked them, don’t worry if you think you didn’t deserve it. I don’t
mind it.” He smiled at me and hugged me. I stared at the CD in my hands,
running my fingers through the laminated case. “T-Thank you Mr. Watkins.” “I
thought I told you already Y/N, out of school, you can address me by my first
name, Walter.” he told me sweetly, not in a harsh way. “Ready to go back to
your room?” Gerard asked awkwardly. “Oh, yeah sure.” I said being pushed by
Gerard back to my room and Mr. Watkins, or Walter, walking beside him. After we entered the room, Walter broke the silence. “Are you a male or female?”
he asked Gerard. “That’s a rude question.” responded Gerard bitterly. “Pardon
my question, but I don’t quite understand you” Mr. Watkins replied, crossing
his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Gerard asked, reflecting his
movement by crossing his arms as well. “I mean, are you a boy or a girl?” I felt
quite uncomfortable sitting here and wished I would dissolve into thin air or the
roof would come off, and an eagle would swoop by and carry me away.” I’m a
male.” said Gerard finally, not quite happy with Walter’s inappropriate
question. “Ah, so you’re one of those crossdressers?” asked Walter. “Er, no.
But if that’s what you think I am, then I couldn't care less.” he responded to his
question. I just stayed quiet, not wanting to get in between the unresolved
tension they were currently in. Walter just stayed quiet, realizing he must have
hit a nerve. Gerard picked me up and sat me down on the bed. “Excuse me,
sir, but you’ll have to leave for now. I’m going to change Y/N’s clothes.” said
Gerard as he hurried Walter out of the room to be able to help me change. As
he left the room, Gerard spoke. “God, I hated that guy. I can’t believe he’s
your teacher!” “He has a nice ass, though.” Gerard frowned as he removed
my shirt. “That’s disgusting Y/N.” “Whatever, you wouldn’t get it.” I said as he
put another shirt over my head. Gerard putted at that response. “Does that
mean you don’t like my butt??” he said jokingly. “You’re a grown man, you
can’t be saying those things.” “I couldn't care less” He got down on his knees
to remove my pants, rolling his eyes at me. “That’s not something a nurse
would do. A normal nurse is nice to their patients.” I said, smirking. “Shut up.”
He grabbed a new pair of pants and helped me put them on. Once he was
done, he got back up and sat down next to me. “Are you not gonna let my
teacher in? That’s quite rude of you, Arthur.” “Don’t use my middle name.”
“Pardon me, ma’am.” I said, mocking him. “Sooooo…. Are you?” “Fine. But
just know I won’t be nice to him, even if you ask me to.” he said as he got up
to open the door. “Ah, finally. I thought you two were up to something in there.”
he said with a chuckle and flashed a grin. “Ew.” said Gerard as he let Walter
in. “Pardon me, but since you two are so young, I just assumed-” “Gerard is
46.” I said. “Oh, older than me I see.” said Walter chuckling. “With a face like
yours, you could pass as 20.” Gerard just rolled his eyes and tried not to slap
him into the next dimension. “Please don’t speculate on his age, they don't like
it.” I told Walter. “I see, sorry.” said Walter, not quite sounding like he was sorry
though. The awkward tension in the room was becoming overwhelming every we entered the room, Walter broke the silence.