Yes, Mr. Way

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(Franks POV)

I hate school, it sucks, im glad its my last year if im honest, I just wanna get away from it all. I have one good friend, Mikey Way, who isnt a dick like most people here. He's alright. Its Monday and Im heading to my last class of the day, Maths, I dont like maths, i'm shit at it, I got an E in my exams two years ago, and they expect me to do better this year? No chance. I sit down, Next to Mikey as usual and make conversation,
'Hey Mikey' I say,
'Oh hey' He says, smiling at me,
'You okay?' I ask,
'Yeah im all good here Frank' He says,
I turn away to put my bag on the floor when i feel a nudge,
'Ooo Hey so my brother is starting his new teaching job today, He should be here soon'
'Oh cool, Whats his name?' I ask,
'Gerard, but we have to call him Mr. Way here' He says,
'Yeah' I mutter.
A few minutes later the classroom door swings open and in walks a tall, slender man, with long-ish black hair and dark eyes, His body sways gently as he walks over to his desk, which i find very attractive. He places his bag down beside him. I cant help but stare at how beautiful he is, then he speaks,
'Hi, Im your new maths teacher from now on, you can call me Mr. Way'
His voice is perfect, its soft but stern at the same time, i like it, so much that i can feel my pants tighten around me, shit, I must be getting a boner. I try my best to hide it. He begins lecturing us about maths, but im not listening, im daydreaming, i cant take my eyes off him, I suddenly feel a nudge on my side,
'Frank' Mikey says, pointing to the front of the class, Everyones staring at me, including Mr. Way, who holds up a piece of paper,
'Frank Iero? Am i right?' He asks me,
I nod in response,
'What was i just saying?' He asks, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at me,
'I...er....dunno' I stutter, blushing,
'You can stay after class' He says sternly,
I actually dont mind having to stay behind for once, I like this teacher. However i begin to question myself, He's a teacher, should i be feeling this way about him?

School finishes, but i have to stay behind, everyone leaves as i sit contently in my seat, waiting for Mr. Way to talk to me, Im a little nervous if im honest. He walks up to me,
'Frank, you know you should be listening in class' He says, sitting in a seat next to me,
'Uhm, y-yeah' I stutter, blushing a little,
'Are you okay? is there anything on your mind you need to talk about?' He asks, placing a hand on my shoulder,
Yeah my feelings about you i thought, but im obviously not gonna say that.
'N-no, Im F-fine' I say, still stuttering,
'Are you sure?' He asks again,
'Y-yeah' I say,
'Okay, I guess you can go now' He says, smiling at me,

I walk out, blushing, wondering when my next maths class is, I quickly get out my timetable and take a look...Tomorrow second class, Im looking forward too it.
I walk home today, beings as ive missed the bus, It takes a while, but i need to get home somehow. I cant get Mr. Way off my mind, thinking about him, the way he speaks, even the way he walks, I get butterflies in my tummy.

'Hey mom im home' I shout as i walk through the front door,
'Hey, honey' She says, walking towards me,
'How was your day today?' she asks, smiling,
'It was good, we have a new maths teacher' I say, getting butterflies again,
'Oh yes whats his name?' she asks me,
'His names Mr. Way, Its Mikeys older brother, you know Mikey?' I say,
'Ahh yes, Mikey' She smiles before reaching out and giving me a hug,
'You seem happy today' she adds,
Because i cant stop thinking of Mr. Way...
I walk upstairs to my room and i hear my mom shout,
'Tea will be on the table in 10 minutes'
I sit on my bed and lie down, I cant get Mr. Way off my mind, Its like he is glued there now and theres just no way im gonna get him unstuck, but should i be thinking about him and feeling the way i do about him so much? isnt it wrong...should i take a risk or am i making a huge mistake? i mean, he probably doesant even have feelings for me so why am i getting my hopes up... Hmm.
I go down for Tea and sit at the table, My mom already there, she smiles at me. I only live with her now because my dad was an abusive man and he left us but were doing better now without him.
We eat and then tidy away, I head back up to my room and chuck on my Pajamas, I put my headphones in and listen to some Metallica, I like them. Still though, i couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Way...