Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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I fucking hate school.

Most importantly the fact that I have to get up so early because of it. I wanted to kiss and hug the person that discovered coffee because without my morning fix of caffeine I was useless. So after a cup of black coffee and a müsli bar for breakfast, I got 'appropriately' dressed and drove to the hell-hole. I got to the office exactly 30 minutes before my class started so I took my schedule and went to the classroom.

I groaned because there was just too much light and I hoped no one would mind me pulling down the blinds. Not that it's someone's business. I opened the blackboard, wrote my name, closed it again and sat down behind my desk. I pulled a pair of sunglasses from my bag, pulled my jacket over my face and pretended to be asleep as the kids were coming in. They were surprisingly quiet for a bunch of teenagers.

When the bell rang I took off my glasses and had to squint my eyes otherwise I would go blind. First lesson and those fuckers are already pissing me off - someone flicked the light on. I marched to the goddamned door someone forgot to close and then punched the light switch to 'off'.

"Alright, some ground rules, children. One - lights off, blinds down. It's Monday, it's morning, and besides, we are not going to actually write anything so you don't need light, alright? Two - the last one to walk through that door is going to close it. Haven't you ever heard of it? I think it's something called 'basic habit'." I rolled my eyes. As I was talking I immediately spotted some groups.

The little bitches - girls that were baffled that we 'aren't going to write anything' because 'I can't learn everything word to word if I don't have it written down'. Tough guys - football players who will think they can be sassier than me. The sleepers - they are just glad that they have a subject that doesn't require actual work. And finally the Jesters - about three or so people who chuckled at my jokes because their jokes are similar to mine.

"Understood?" I asked and the class nodded. "Lovely, now, since I am new here, I don't know any of you. I'm just going to read your names and you will raise your hand so I know who to look at and who to avoid next time." Sometimes I had a hard time pretending I didn't find my own jokes amusing. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, my name is on the board." I added as I searched for the list of names.

"Sir?" One of the little bitches called. I nodded at her so she'd keep going. "We can't actually see the name." She pointed out. I smirked because I immediately thought of a hundred ways how to roast her.

"Why don't you move your a- butt and go look if you're so curious, sweetie." I smiled at her and just like I thought she didn't even blink. "Perfect."

After I convinced myself I made a good impression I started reading names. I really didn't expect that someone would be absent on the first day but I don't blame them. If I didn't need a job, I wouldn't come either.

"Iero, Frank." I read.

"Absent." Someone called. I raised my eyebrow.

"Okay, then, moving on."

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The first lesson went well. I briefly introduced what we'll be doing because the subject's name 'Interpersonal relations' didn't really say much to me either when I was taking the job. It was basically sex-ed and how-to-parent with a fancy name. With a few seminars, any teacher could do it but since none of the ladies at the school wanted to explain sex-ed they told me I had to do it if I wanted the job. And I really needed the job, since I was fired from the previous for smoking weed with students.

The rest of the day went surprisingly well and then I was free to go. I didn't want to go home right away. It was still kinda empty, full of unopened boxes that I was too lazy to sort after moving. It sucked that I had to move towns because of that 'local high school teacher smokes weed with students' thing but I was getting sick of the people there anyway.

So instead of going to my new apartment, I went to the city to get to know my surroundings a little better. The first thing that interested me was a coffee shop. It wasn't Starbucks but it was nice nonetheless. I stepped inside and was hit by the strong smell of coffee. I was home. I smiled and went to the cashier who smiled at me.

"Hello, how can I help you." He looked young but I was guessing he couldn't be younger than 20.

"Oh, with a cup of strong black coffee, please." I smiled at him widely. He was a very attractive young man, indeed. I had a strong urge to get to know him better.

"Alright, take a seat and I will bring it to you in no time." He nodded at me and turned around to make my drink.

I picked a spot near the back of the shop. Far enough to avoid people but just in a great angle to watch the handsome waiter. I took off my jacket and took out my journal. I busied myself by sketching random objects into the tiny book. I was startled by a cup being placed on the table.

"Your coffee." The man smiled at me. "Are you an artist or something? This looks almost real." He pointed at the car I was just doodling. I chuckled and looked up at him.

"No, I-" I stopped for just a second because I got distracted by his eyes. A ray of sunlight was coming through the window behind me and I got lost in those orbs. Greens, browns, yellows - his eye color screamed Autumn. "I am not an artist, in professional meaning anyway. But I do make 'art'. Don't be fooled by this doodle, I can do better actually." I told him and let myself be distracted by staring into his eyes once again.

"Wow. I wonder what your worst painting must look like if your doodle is almost like a photo." He giggled. He actually giggled and it was the cutest thing ever.

"What's your name?" I asked him dumbly. He tapped his chest. I should've realized sooner he was wearing a name tag. "Right, sorry, uh, Frank." I shook my head in embarrassment. "Maybe I could show you some of my work if you want." I told him.

"That would be awesome, um-"

"Gerard. My name is Gerard." I told him and he smiled at me.

"It's a date then, Gerard." He giggled again and then he was off. 

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