Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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a long-ish chapter
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Gerard's POV

I couldn't stop thinking about him. I dreamt about him every night and during the day I couldn't focus on things. A few times I even thought about calling him but I knew it would only make things worse for both of us so I kept my distance.

Apart from that, I had a great time at home. I caught up with my brother, we went to our parents' house for a dinner and it made feel a lot better. Mikey asked me a little bit about Frank but I quickly changed the topic and Mikey got the message and didn't ask me anymore.

The next day we went for a walk in the city and stopped to get a meal at our favorite restaurant. We had a great time and I was actually sad I had to go back on Sunday. It meant I would have to go back to school and see Frank on a daily basis.

It took everything in me not to push him against a wall and kiss him like my life depended on it. I knew I couldn't, but I really fucking wanted to. If he wasn't my student I would totally do that. I didn't care about his age as long he wanted the same thing. He was turning eighteen in under two months for fuck's sake, he was old enough to decide what he wanted. And if he wanted me I was all for it. 

I contemplated my options. I could transfer schools, but the principal wouldn't let me go in the middle of the semester and even if I did quit here, another high school was in the next town, so it meant once again moving and we would still see each other only on the weekends. Next option was to get another job. The only problem was, I didn't know anything else except for teaching and I really wouldn't survive working either office job or in a factory or something, being an artist or musician wouldn't pay my bills and that was about it.

So I managed to get up on a Monday morning and get to work, trying to ignore Frank's presence in my classes, failing miserably to push away every sinful thought about him and somehow went like that the whole week. I needed a distraction and nothing was really working.

I couldn't paint, because whenever I stood in front of a canvas all I could think about was Frank, I couldn't focus on listening to music because I was just zoning out whenever I tried to relax and watching a movie was really hard considering there weren't that many movies without a romantic plot. Hence I smoked a lot because only that helped me clean up my mind.

Sometimes I smoked even in between my classes, which the students must have smelled for sure but I didn't give a bloody fuck what they thought. Except for Tyler.

"Try something else." My student told me when he walked into the classroom right behind me. I looked at him confused, not knowing what he was talking about. "I write poetry, well lyrics but they are more of a poetry." He shrugged.

I watched him as he awkwardly skipped towards his desk. For the remainder of the class, I was thinking about what he said and what he was talking about. Oh, If anyone understands this kid. So when the bell rang I caught him before he could run out of the room. I should've known better than to touch him. I noticed him in the halls a few times and let me tell you I've never seen someone zigzag in between people so expertly like him. Not even his shoelace touched a person.

"Hey, Tyler." I touched his shoulder. He just turned around, jumping away from me quickly. He looked at me with a sort of 'donttouchme' expression and sighed probably knowing I wanted to ask what he meant earlier.

"It smells so bad, ugh." He scrunched up his nose, obviously smelling the horrible stench of the five or so cigarettes I had smoked before that class. "I know you're hurting and everything, but I don't like seeing people destroying themselves, especially the good people." And with that, he left the room probably to zigzag to his next class.