Teach Me Mr. Wentz | >> Peterick AU <<

Class With Mr. Wentz

[Patrick's POV]
Oh my god! He's my teacher! I smiled to myself as I walked into his classroom, still hugging my books to my chest like I had been earlier. I took a seat next to Mikey and began to stare at Mr. Wentz. I know, creeper, but he's hot. How can I not stare at such a beautiful person?! I rested my chin onto my hand that was being propped up by my arm on the desk. Just then, I saw a hand in front of my face.

"Patrick!" Someone shouted, loud enough for me to hear but not enough for me to care. I just wanted to stare at my gorgeous teacher. He looked so- "Patrick!" The voice called once more, this time snapping me out of my trance. "What?!" I exclaimed, on the verge of bursting out even more than I just had, from annoyance. "You were daydreaming." He said, it was Mikey.

"I wasn't daydreaming, well sorta, I was staring at Mr. We-" "Tricky-dicky-doo!" Someone called, cutting me off abruptly. It was Brendon, of course, and that dumb nickname he gave me. "Hey Brendon." I said, not needing to turn around to know it was him. "What're you guys talkin' about?" He asked Mikey and I as he sat down in the desk behind us, Mikey smiled. "Patrick was telling me about his crush on Mr. Wentz." "Who has a crush on Mr. Wentz?" Joe said, approaching us with a confused look plastered across his face. "Patrick does." Brendon responded, I groaned, took my fedora off, ran a hand through my hair, and put it back on. "I never said that, I just-" I was cut off by the belle.

My friends went back to their seats and Brendon winked at me, I smiled and rolled my eyes. What a dork. Mr. Wentz walked to the front of the class and began to speak. "Okay, so," He began, but I couldn't pay much attention to what he was saying, just him. "Since I'm new here and sh- I mean stuff. I'd like someone to tell me a little bit about you're school." Pj raised his hand. "Yes," Mr. Wentz checked his seating arrangement. "Pj."

Pj smiled and began to talk. "Well, at our school," I wonder if he's single? I thought. Of course he isn't, how could someone so perfect not be da- "Stump." I heard someone say, making me flinch from being snapped out of my deep thought. "No hats in school." Mr. Wentz said pointing to my fedora, but just as no one was looking he smiled and winked. I smiled back and placed my fedora onto the ground.

"Okay." Mr. Wentz said. "Good to see Pj knows a lot about this place, let's get started on our lesson, shall we?" Some people groaned, others sighed, a few smiled and took out a notebook and pencil, I did nothing but stare at him. He was so cute. Wait! I thought once more. He's your teacher and he's older than you! Stop thinking about him this way Patrick.

I finally took out my notebook and a pencil. Mr. Wentz began to write some stuff on the board, like verbs, adjectives, that stuff. I copied it down and once I finished looked over to Mikey, who was tracing a circle onto his desk with his finger. He looked bored out of his mind!

I looked across the room and saw Dan Howell scrolling Tumblr with a book hiding his phone. I looked over to Mr. Wentz' desk and saw a binder thrown onto it, along with a crap-load of miscellaneous loose leaf paper. He had many different pen colors, I have no clue why, and just random half sharpened pencils lying everywhere on his desk.

There was a pizza box crammed into his trash can that was standing next to the metal desk. He also had a picture of his family and him, a picture of a bass, and a picture of him, Principle Way, and Assistant Principle Iero. It was a selfie of the three, they looked the same except Principle Way had red hair, Mr. Wentz had brown hair, and Assistant Principle Iero had longer hair. In the photo Mr. Wentz was the one taking it, he had his tongue out, Principle Way was doing a piece sign, and Assistant Principle Iero was giving a silly grin to the camera as he leaned against a metal balcony railing. Behind them was a far off stage and bright green and red flashing lights, I guessed they went to a concert.

The caption read, "The best friends I could ever ask for! Thanks for a great night!~ Pete :)" . It was so cute! Just then I heard the belle ring and Mr. Wentz saying goodbye. Just before I left the classroom, I heard someone call my name. "Patrick, can I speak with you for a minute?" It was Mr. Wentz. I turned around to face him and began to walk to the desk where he was sat.

"Yes?" I asked. "Do you usually have anyone to eat with at lunch?" He asked me, I shook my head. "Not really. My friends all have class and I get bullied so much. I've got no friends during my lunch hour, just jerks who like to make my life miserable." I said, looking at the ground and sighing. "Well," Mr. Wentz said. "Now you have someone to eat with." I looked at him confused. "What?" I asked, he smiled. "How do you feel about pizza?"