The inevitable end »» Frerard

Chapter four

Third person

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Mr. Way and Frank hadn't text since yesterday and honestly Frank was still nervous for the art lesson this morning. Ryan had told Pete about the texts and they both thought it was funny that Mr. Way had actually text him, like it was a big fucking surprise, he thought it was kind of rude.

Pete and Frank were walking to their lesson, Frank kept his phone in his back pocket, maybe Mr. Way would text him in this lesson, if he did he'd have to text him back discreetly. They walked in and Mr. Way was talking to some other kid, glancing at Frank and Pete as they passed him.

Frank sat down, already bored out of his brains. He watched Mr. Way as he wrote a task on the board, he watched his ass sway from side to side, his bright red hair being blown out of his face. Mr. Way hadn't actually spoken to Frank yet, but when his phone buzzed in his pocket he smiled and hid it under the desk.

Of course the text was from Mr. Way and when he looked up and saw him facing his laptop he quickly looked at the text.

G: I still don't know who you are. 

Frank smiled and checked if the coast was clear.

F: Good. 

G: Will i ever know? 

F: Depends. 

G: On what? 

F: ...

G: Do i have to guess?

F: Yes, but i don't think it will be too hard.

G: Okay, are you in one of my classes?

F: Yes.

Frank glanced up and saw Mr. Way looking over the class and Frank panicked, picking up a pencil and scribbling on the piece of paper, he never did work in his class anyway.

G: Are you in my current class?

Frank gulped, he could lie and steer him off course or he could say yes and let him guess from there, although the only kids in the classroom with an initial F was Frank and Freddie and seeing as though Freddie was a pretty good kid and painting a big piece of art he figured it wouldn't be too hard for him to guess.

Frank went to type out a reply but stopped when Mr. Way called out his name. He looked up gulping and prayed to god he didn't guess already.

"Are you texting in my class?" He questioned, folding his arms.

Frank rolled his eyes, acting casual "I'm texting my mother." he shrugged and his teacher rolled his eyes.

"I'll pretend i believe you." He smirked and sat back down at his desk, checking his phone for a reply.

Gerard wasn't stupid, and sometimes he thought that people took him for a joke. At first, when he saw the number on his desk, signed off 'xoxoF' he had a guess at who it was, it wasn't difficult. His guess didn't change, at the back of his mind he thought it was Frank but when everything clicked into place, he knew it was Frank. 

Once he had told Frank to put his phone away the texts stopped immediately and that obviously made him suspicious. Gerard wasn't stupid.

At lunch Frank followed Ryan and Pete to the lunch hall and sat down at their usual table. Frank never bought anything to eat at school, he normally just stole Pete's fries or Ryan would give him his cookie or something.