Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville

A/N: hey! I know it's been a while since I've updated, and I apologize. I recently moved to Japan, so getting used to time zones is weird. I'll update when I can, though!

chase

Frank's POV

I reluctantly knocked on the door to Mr. Way's room, throwing my cup of coffee in the trash can beside the door.

My friend Ray opened the door, and gave me a look that basically said 'You are going to die.' I sighed, stepping inside and sitting in my seat. Gerard looked up at me quickly, raising an eyebrow before looking back down, opening a drawer.

A pair of hands latched onto my desk, and I looked up at Ge--Mr. Way from my sketchbook, who took a pen from behind his ear and signed a detention slip, sliding it towards me.

"I can explain-" I started.

"You can explain in detention." He said sharply, walking away and sitting back in his chair, typing away on his computer.

The sound of the bell rang sharply in my ears, and I watched as everyone left the room. Mr. Way stood up, walking over to the board, starting to wipe it down.

"So? Explain." He spoke after a few minutes, turning to face me. I raised an eyebrow, propping my feet up on the desk in front of me.

"You came to class with 2 minutes left. Explain." I let out a soft sigh.

"I went to get some food during lunch, and I had to go take care of my mom. She took up most of my time." Mr. Way pulled up a chair, sitting on it backwards.

"Is she sick?" He asked, running a hand through his (very messy) hair.

I shook my head. "No, she's just a fuckin' sloppy drunk."

"Language." Mr. Way mumbled. "I don't know what to say about that, Frank. I imagine you don't want to talk to the counselors or psychologists on hand?" I shook my head.

"I don't need help, really. Besides, word would get out." I paused, tapping my fingers on the desk. "What was the point of this detention? I thought I was supposed to be.. detained."

Mr. Way shrugged. "If I told you to stay back after class, people would assume there was a problem with you, which isn't good. I took the chance of actually having a legitimate reason to give you detention as a chance to talk to you."

"I have work in.. an hour." I said, and he nodded.

"I'm not going to keep you that long." He picked up his cup of coffee, and I watched him as he drank.

"You need to stop staring at me." Mr. Way spoke quickly, hazel eyes locking with mine.

"So do you." I replied without missing a beat, smirking. He ignored me, standing up and walking to the back of the room, stepping into some sort of utility closet.

"Do you have a car?" He asked, carrying a canvas covered up with some cloth. I nodded. "Put this in your backseat. It's the painting of you I did. I talked to Craine, and he said I couldn't do it. It 'would show favouritism towards specific students' if I don't do one of every student, and that's a lot of work. So go put this in your car, and you are free to leave." He paused. "Also," he spoke softly, "you should totally come over after you get off of work." He winked, pulling a Sharpie out of his pocket and taking a hold of my arm, scribbling his phone number down.

"Text me before you come over, alright?" I nodded, throwing my backpack over my shoulders and taking the canvas in my hand, walking out of the room.

A/N: this update was super fucking short, I apologise. It's currently 3:03 am here, and I'm not tired one bit, so I'll maybe update twice today. I love you guys!

chase