Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

Coffee and Cigarettes

Gerard's POV

I walked into Jason's room, leaning in the doorway.

"Permission to enter, Mr. Silver?" There were still a couple of students in the room. The seniors usually hung around here during their seminar period.

"Permission granted, Mr. Way." I entered the room, sitting on top of his desk. The students left, closing the door behind them.

"So, what was the point of the message you sent me? If I'm correct, it read 'dude, don't text me, don't call me, don't do anything. really really fucking busy'. " I chuckled, looking down.

"Oh, um, you-know-who was, you know.." I made a vulgar motion with my hand and mouth, and Jason snorted, covering his mouth with his hand to avoid his coffee to spill out of it.

"That explains some stuff. Anyways, let's head to lunch and you can tell me all the details."

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"Okay, when I said all the details, I didn't really mean all the details." Jason spoke. We were in the same restaurant that he had suggested Frank and I go to.

"You should've clarified that."

My coffee cup was refilled. "I could hear you talking about me."

Frank was wearing a thin white button-up shirt and a maroon tie, along with red eyeshadow.

"Before you ask, people were asking why I was so beaten up all the time, so I just quit my job at Guitar Center and applied for a job here." He refilled Jason's cup of coffee. "You need anything else?"

"No thanks, sugar." He reached into his pocket, and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I wasn't saying I need sugar."

"That wasn't what I was getting out." Frank handed me a folded piece of paper. I opened it, frowning and handing it back to him.

"I told you Bryar grades unfairly. He has favourites. But you've been working on this for a while. You can email him, it's on the school website." I stood up, grabbing my bag.

"Don't take it personally, Bryar is a dick anyways." Jason patted Frank on the shoulder, walking and standing by the door, waiting on me.

"You can talk to the counsellors, too."

"I really want to drop out, Gee. It's not like I have the money to go to college." Frank said softly, and I sighed.

"You've been working your ass off, haven't you? I think you should stay in school, Frankie."

"Are you saying that because you're a teacher?" I shook my head, pecking his lips.

"I am saying that because I am a caring boyfriend. You can explain things to the counsellors. Sob stories usually work."

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"So," Frank flopped down on the bed next to me. "Whatcha doing?" I looked up from my laptop.

"Putting in grades." I tapped my fingers on the keys.