Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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Gerard's POV

I got up in the morning, just like usual. I showered quickly and made myself a cup of coffee. I drank it slowly and after I gathered all my things and checked myself in the mirror I was ready to go. I got in the car and drove to school. That day though, I didn't listen to music like I normally would. I enjoyed the silence and when I stopped at my favorite parking spot I just sat there for a few moments, breathing slowly.

I sighed deeply and got out of my car and made my way to school. I started the second period with seniors. I decided to set up some flowers and torture them by drawing with charcoal. I sat down when I told them what to do and stared out the window. I remembered yesterday's events and hated myself just a little bit more than the day before.

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I met Frank in the hallway and asked him to meet me outside before lunch. He played the act really well, calling me sir and all that bullshit. We met briefly since I only wanted to ask him to come over that evening to which he just said yes. We both knew we needed to talk about the whole student/teacher shit.

I then managed to smoke half a pack of cigarettes because as much I didn't want to do what was right it had to be done sooner than I could break my heart even more. I didn't tell my brother Frank was my student. I told him he lied about his age and that he was underage and even though I really wanted him, the law wasn't on our side. The last part was true, but Frank didn't lie about his age, I just assumed he was at least twenty. He looked and spoke so mature that I just did not need to ask him about his age and maybe that was the first mistake I did.

Mikey told me that I needed to decide if he was worth the risk and if what I told him was true then the answer would be yes, but I already lost my job once because of doing illegal things with students. This time I took the illegality to a new level, only at the time I didn't know about it being illegal. But that really wouldn't help me if I were to stand in front of the judge.

We met a few streets away from school and I drove us to my apartment. I wanted to make it as comfortable as I could for both of us so I offered him something to drink and took out some cookies. We sat at the kitchen table, both of us remembering what we did in that room just a few days ago.

"How old are you?" The question hit the air. I already looked it up in the school records but I wanted to hear him say it, just to know it was true. I still couldn't believe it.

"I will be turning eighteen in about two months." He said. I nodded and sipped my drink. Two months until we could legally be together - if I wasn't his teacher that is.

"You definitely look a little older." I told him and he just gulped. He took a shaky breath and I knew what he wanted to ask. "I'm 26." I said softly and that information sure did shock him.

"I thought you were like 22 at max." He shook his head and kept looking at my face.

"That's funny, I thought you were at least twenty." I chuckled at how absurd this was. For quite a while we just sat there in silence, slowly drinking our tea. He was thinking hard, I could see that. He looked even older when he was concentrating extra hard. I, on the other hand, was waiting for what he had to say when he looked up after a while.

"Gerard, I really like you. Just for the record, I want to say that you didn't make me do anything. I know, because of my age and everything, you might think you pressured me or something, but remember that I loved every second of what we did together." He told me and my heart shattered into million pieces. I wanted to kiss him so desperately, I wanted to tell him that everything was okay and that we can overcome every problem together. But I couldn't.