Frank Iero was probably the smartest kid in all of twelfth grade. He was studying to become a biologist. That was going to be his "main job" and creating music was going to be his "side job".
Music was an important thing in Frank's life, but so was biology. He absolutely loved the subject. But actually studying it, wasn't one of his favorite things.
He was currently in 4th period- study hall- studying for a biology test.
'I already know this shit'
Frank thought to himself.
'Why are these dumbasses making me study for something I already know'
Frank looked around the room at all the fifty-or-so students studying. There were only two teachers watching over them.
Mr. Way and Mr. Ross.
Those two were the youngest teachers in school, so that meant all the girls were fangirling over them. It was quite uncomfortable for Frank to hear them talk about their fantasies, considering he had his own little crush on the black haired teacher whose first name was a mystery to all the students.
Mr. Way was the more strict one of the two, so everyone was relieved when he left the room for God knows what.
Having Mr. Way gone made it a lot easier for Frank to quickly sneak out of study hall and make his way to his car in the students' parking lot. He quickly pulled out of the lot and made his way to the one and only Donutville.
Frank was really craving some donuts and coffee. Studying over shit he already knows wore him out like hell.
He parked in the parking lot and got out of his car, putting his keys in his leather coat. He closed up his jacket and shivered slightly.
"Too damn cold," he muttered to himself and walked into the shop. Frank groaned to himself once he saw the line. He had to wait behind four people until it was his turn to order.
Frank didn't like waiting.
He had no patience.
He suddenly heard a familiar voice, and that's when he froze in his spot.
"... Uh and a black coffee, please." Said the voice. "Thank you."
Frank peeked his head around the three people in front of him and there stood none other than Mr. Freakin' Way. Frank checked him out (because that's all he does when he sees Mr. Way) and bit his lip.
Of course the teacher was wearing his skinny jeans.
Why didn't Frank notice that in the study hall?
Oh yeah, because he was too busy studying something he already knows.
Mr. Way was about to turn around, so Frank quickly left the store and hopped in his car. He speed to the school and ran back into the study hall.
"Frank? Where were you?" Mr. Ross asked with his arms folded.
"Oh," Frank chuckled to himself. "I was in the bathroom."
"For," the teacher checked his watch, "twenty-five minutes?"
Frank shrugged, grinning. "I had a big breakfast."
Mr. Ross rolled his eyes, smiling slightly.
He was one of the cool teachers that didn't really give a fuck. Well, he did give a fuck, but not as much as Mr. Way.
"Get back to work," Mr. Ross said before he went back to the desk.
Soon enough, Mr. Way was walking back with two coffees in his hand and a bag of donuts. His eyes scanned over Frank and once they reached him, they narrowed slightly.
