perfection // gerz

'Fuck, Oh, Fuck'~

okay, so there will be quite a few changes who's p.o.v you are reading in, sorry about that.
lynzmsi xoxo~

Christine.

Well, fuck, Christine thinks. I'm screwed.

Her heart is beating fast as she watches the rest of the class clear out, and she sincerely hopes that Mr Way isn't going to be a dick about catching them at that club on Friday night. She is fully aware of the fact that they were absolutely not allowed to be there, by any means, but...come on! Everyone does it! Mr Way isn't that much older than them. Shouldn't he remember what it was like to sneak around and party with his friends, going out, and just having a good time? Clearly, going out to places like that is still something he enjoys. Shouldn't he be more understanding?

"Ah, Christine," Mr Way smiles at her (and, seriously, he must be enjoying torturing her like this.Fuck, she never had him pegged as an asshole) when Cathy Anderson (who always has a million and twenty six pointless questions to ask the teachers after class) is finally out of the way. Christine has about a split second to think that Mr Way is probably the only teacher who doesn't visibly get annoyed with the girl, before his voice brings her crashing back to agonising reality. "Do you have a quick moment?" he smiles politely, while having absolutely no business being that fucking good-looking. "I wanted to discuss something with you."

"Sure," Christine forces out, sounding much calmer than she feels, with her heart about to burst out her mouth, all over her favourite purple shirt (which would probably look cooler than it would feel, to the artist in her, at least).

"This is something I'd rather keep between us, for the time being, because-" he starts, but Christine snaps, and cuts him off, because her brain-to-mouth filter has a giant crack in it, allowing words to just leak out.

"Mr Way, if this is about Friday, is there absolutely no way we can pretend it never happened?" the words tumble from her mouth ungracefully. "I know we weren't supposed to be there, but you remember what it was like to be young, don't you?" her eyes widen as she realises what the hell she just said. "Fuck," she groans. "I didn't mean to say that. And I didn't mean to say 'fuck'. Shit, I said 'fuck' again. Ah, damn it!"

"Christine?" Mr Way says politely, smiling a small smile at her, not really trying to conceal his amusement, which is so mortifyingly unfair because she's pretty sure she's going to burst into flames at any second. "Is it okay if I try talking again?"

Not trusting her mouth at all, she simply nods, hoping that this will be over soon, so she can go crawl into a hole somewhere to die. She just implied that her gorgeous art teacher is old, and probably deserves death for it...

"Okay," he smiles again, and shit, he really is gorgeous! "I kind of slipped up. See, I was supposed to gather portfolios from five senior students as part of my evaluation, and I completely forgot. It's also my responsibility to set up an entire exhibit, consisting of their work, which the board will have a full portfolio done on – I'm not completely sure by who yet, though."

"Oh," Christine says dumbly, immensely relieved that this has absolutely nothing to do with where she and her friends had found themselves on Friday night, but internally cringing for opening her stupid mouth about it at all. "Is that it? You need me to- I mean-"

"Well, yes, I was hoping you'd be one of the five unlucky students who would be willing to have their nerves ripped to shreds by this," Mr Way smirks, which Christine thinks is completely unfair.