//Kik //Frerard //(AU)//

"Writing" time

The bell rang and student filled the room. A girl waved to Gerard and jealousy flowed through me but it soon stopped when he rolled his eyes. She pouted and got to her seat. He was mentally taking roll and then writing it down. The late bell rang and class had officially began.

"Now...I would like you all to take out a piece of lined paper and write a short story." He looked to me and smiled. "Get started now. I will give you about ten minutes."

I start to write.
"I would love to be fucked by Mr. Way. His hands feel so soft. His eyes are beautiful and his face is perfect. I find no flaws and I want to feel it all. I want him. I need him. I walk up to him after class and look at him innocently wishing he will take the hint. He smirks and locks the door. He grabs a wooden meter stick and takes my wrists with one hand pinning then against the wall. He tells me I've been a very bad boy"

I stop to look up. It's been ten. I look to him and he nods. "Alright wrap up your stories! Anyone wish to share?" Few people raise their hand. I do. "Yes Frank!" He begin to walk over to my desk. He peers over my shoulder at my writing. I look to see his face. It's turning red. "Detention Iero..." he whispers.

"Anyone else?"