The Babysitter {Frerard}

*Not Planning On Getting Butt Raped Anytime Soon*

Waking up early for school sucks ass. But not the good kind of ass, the kind of ass that is owned by an overweight, bigoted orange man who is so spoiled and stuck up he honestly thinks he can run a country.

That kind of ass.

I don't usually try and get to school on time, I just really wanted to see Pete. I had missed talking to him, even if it was only for a couple of hours. It just made me realise how much I actually need him in my life. I woke up as late as possible, making sure I wouldn't be late for school. I threw on my ripped black skinny jeans with a Guns n Roses shirt and a black hoodie with thumb holes made by yours truly.

I decided to only put my lip ring in, I honestly couldn't be assed with my nose ring. I put a small amount of eyeliner on and then left for school. I lived quite far away from the school, originally I wasn't supposed to go there but I kept getting expelled so this is where I am now. If I get expelled again I go to this weird school for badly behaved boys. Aha no thanks.

Not planning on getting butt raped anytime soon.

Was that rude?

Oh well.

.....

I got into school and rushed to the corner where I usually hang out. I saw Bob and Pete laughing with each other and Pete looked at me with a weird, awkward smile. It's clear that Bob had no idea what was going on because he saw Pete's face and just looked really confused.

It was then that I noticed a kid stood behind Pete. I don't know how I never noticed him because he was pretty tall, especially compared to me and Pete. He was kinda cute in a nerdy way, he was really skinny though. Like, it was kind of worrying how skinny he is.

"Hey guys." I smiled at them, making eye-contact with the boy and Pete.  "Who's this?"

"This is the new guy I was telling you about." Pete coughed. "His name is Mikey."

"Ooh. Hello Michael." I mocked playfully. I'm assuming he's gonna be around us for a while, gotta get him used to me first.

"Hey... And you are...?" He raised an eyebrow at me. I'm shocked that he doesn't know who I am to be honest.

"Frank." I grinned before getting out a cig and lighting it.

"That's not good for you, you no." Mikey glared at me. "It's also not allowed on school grounds."

Pete and Bob gave each other a knowing look. They were worried I was going to kick off at him for saying I shouldn't smoke.

"And, uh... Who owns these school grounds?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The principal." Mikey said as if I was either a very young child, or extremely disabled.

I swear I should have punched him right between the glasses. Instead I just let out a chilling laugh.

"That's where you're wrong, Mikey m'boy. I own the school, always have... always will." I blew a puff of smoke into his face and ashed on his blazer. I laughed as he frantically tried to wipe it off, smearing suspicious white stains all over the arm of his blazer.

"Oops." I smirked.

I know that it seems like I'm being a bit of a prick, but trust me there are way worse people in that school and as long as Mikey sticks with me, he won't ever be hurt by any of them. I'm just toughening him up a bit, in case I'm not here. I'm such a good friend.

"Dude, you don't gotta be so rude." Pete mumbled before helping Mikey wipe the stain off his blazer.

"Whatever." I breathed out before we all finally walked to class together.

I had registration first but my first lesson was art. I remember Pete saying something about there being a new art teacher but I didn't really pay much attention to what he was saying. I really should start listening to him more, I mean- he helps me with all my shit, I should start doing the same. 

Art was always shitty. Especially at my school. When will these stupid stuck up art teachers realise that I won't draw what they tell me to. Art is about expressing yourself and how the fuck am I supposed to do that with you telling me what I have to draw! Dumbasses.

Anyway, registration was boring as per usual but then again you can't really expect much from a free twenty minutes where you literally just sit and pass the time. Ugh. Time for art then, I guess.

I hope this new teacher is miles better than the old one. I thought about how many times I had been fucked over by this school on the way to the art block. I walked in and surprisingly I was the first one in.

Closing the door after me, I slowly turned around. Of course, I came face to face with the scruffy, ink black haired man himself. Mr Way.

I could tell when he saw me he wanted to throw up. Of course he did- he had just realised he'd had the best sex ever with a student.

"Sir." I nodded at him and smirked as I walked to my seat.

"What are you doing here!?" Mr Way practically screamed.

I laughed. "Well, this is my school. What are you doing here, Gee?" I grinned knowing it would get to him if I called him by his nickname.

"It's Mr Way to you. We'll talk about this later, as you can see I have a class right now."

Listen, I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to do the cliché thing and try to seduce my teacher all lesson. Surprisingly, I have morals. Eventually Pete came in along with the rest of the class.

For the whole hour Mr Way seemed really agitated. Hm, wonder why?

After what seemed like days it was finally lunch. I decided to pay my favourite teacher a visit, considering he wanted to talk. I decided against knocking and just wondered straight into his class.

"Oh- uh. Sorry." I mumbled as I noticed him talking to my English teacher Mr Criss.

"Already giving detentions out, eh Mr Way?" They both laughed to each other before Mr Way spoke out.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to little Franklin having heard about his reputation in this school." He smirked at me.

"Haha, well. Good luck with that, I guess I'll leave you to it then." Mr Criss gave Mr Way an overly friendly smile that I did not like and Mr Way reciprocated.

I made sure the door was closed before finally letting out a sigh and sitting on the desk. It wasn't long before the angered but concerned look on Mr Way's face came back.

"How the fuck did this happen Frank!?" Mr Way whisper-screamed.

I slumped over. "I don't know. It's not exactly my fault is it?"

Sighing, Mr Way moved from where he was previously stood and sat on a seat at the desk I was sat on. "I'm sorry that I'm making it seem like I'm pissed at you. It's just- my daughter told me you were older than me. And I thought I had finally found someone who at least sorta cares. I don't even know. I think it's best if we don't see each other outside of classes anymore."

That disappointed me. More than it should have. Something about Mr Way intrigued me. Sometimes he would be so timid and closed off around me like the first time I had met him. And yet, other times he would just speak his mind.

It didn't matter now though. I had barely known him for a week and we'd only fucked once.  But it was fun I guess. Whatever it's not as if anything would ever happen, right?