This Will Never Work (Frerard)

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The next morning, as I'm walking through the halls to reach my classroom, I see a bunch of jock guys surrounding a poor, helpless looking kid. They're yelling insults at him, like "emo", "faggot", and "you deserve to die", and they are all kicking his body that lay, limp on the ground. I run over the the group of assholes and I yell. I tell them to stop right now, and I tell them all to make their way to the principals office. Once they are all gone, I walk over to the bleeding mess on the floor. As I step closer, I realize that it's Frank... I run over to him and pull him into my arms. I ask him if he's okay and he just looks at me, with blood running down his face and says "Do I look okay to you asshole?" I don't answer him, instead I pick him up off the ground, and I carry him bridal style to the nurses office. By now, it was well into first period, so I stopped into the pricipal's office and told him to send a substitute to my classroom.

When I arrived at the nurses office with Frank's barely concious body, the nurse jumped up imediately and told me where to put him down. The first words out of her mouth were "Frank again? Poor boy..." so i decided to do a little bit of questioning.

"What do you mean 'again'? Does this happen often?" I inquired.

"Well, ever since he came out to everyone his freshman year, this has been happening at least twice a week..." she responded sadly.

This pissed me off A LOT. This poor kid has been dealing with this for going on four years? Why hasn't anyone ever tried to stop it? I coulnd't get over the fact that this has been happening to him for his whole highschool career... And all because he was gay? Hell, even when i was in highschool and I came out, kids weren't that harsh. After I checked with the nurse to make sure he would be okay, I decided to return to my classroom. I probably should've gone back sooner (considering it is already 4th period) but I wanted to make sure Frank was going to be okay. As I walked back to my classroom, I couldn't stop thinking about Frank. He was so hot... NO I can NOT be thinking like this. It is pretty sad that I have to keep reminding myself that he is my student... my 17 year old student... and I am his 24 year old teacher... It's so illegal... But I can't help but think about him in a way that I definitely should NOT be thinking about him...

I didn't end up getting to my class until the end of 4th period, so I just went to lunch to meet Mikey. When I entered the teacher's lounge, he was the only other one in the room. I was relieved that we were alone because I needed to talk to him about Frank. I sat down next to Mikey and he's the first one to speak.

"I kissed him." he blurted out. "The student I was telling you about... He stayed after class for a few minutes to ask for help on some chords and I kissed him. I couldn't help it."

I sat there shocked for a minute, but then I finally spoke up "Mikey! What the fuck man?! What did he do??"

"He kissed back... Then he just looked at me, set his bass on its stand, then pushed me up against the wall and kissed me again." he answered shyly.

"Mikey! Dude! You need to be really fucking careful, do you know how much trouble you could get in?? He's a minor, and your student. Just. Please be fucking careful Mikes. Who is this kid anyways?"

"His name is Pete. He's a junior. He was in my class last year as well. He's one of my best students. And don't worry, bro. I'll be extremely careful. I can not afford to lose this job."

"Good. Oh... and uh I kinda need to tell you something..." I said hesitantly. "Ikindoflikeoneofmystudents..." I said quickly.

"YOU WHAT?!" he whisper yelled

"One of my students... His name is Frank. He's hot. Thats all..." 

"Gerard. Go for it. Just be careful."

"Mikey hush. I'm not going to have a relationship with a student... It's just.. I don't know, nevermind man.." 

Then the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. The afternoon was quite uneventful. Then came my last class of the day. Frank's class. I started the class by handing out an assignment, and then I gave then the whole class to work on it and said it would be due at the end of class. About halfway through the class, I looked up from my work to see Frank staring at me. "Iero," I said sternly, "do your work please." He imediately looked down and continued his work. The end of class came quickly, and I collected all the work. The bell rang and I dismissed my class. I returned to my desk and organized the assignments as the students filed out. When I turned around the entire class was empty, with the exception of Frank. 

"Frank, may I ask why are you still here?" I questioned

"Oh, I, uh... I thought I could stay and help clean up the room a little." he answered shyly

"Alright then. Go for it."

He stood and started straightening the room up. He cleaned paint brushed and he organized suplies. Everything he did, he attempted to sexualize. When he had to bend over, he made sure I was looking at him, and he would over exagerate it. When he dried off the paint brushes, he would make eye contact with me and smirk as he moved his hand in an up and down motion to dry the brush. I tried to avoid looking at him, because to be honest, it was kind of turning me on... After he finished he offered a smirk and a wave as he walked out of the room. 

This went on for a few weeks. Frank would stay after to clean up, and he would purposely try to turn me on by making inappropriate gestures as he cleaned. He never talked when he cleaned, until one day about a month and a half after he started this. 

"Mr. Way?" he asked and my head shot up from the assignments that I was grading.

"Yes, Mr. Iero?"

"Can I ask you a question?" he smirked a little and I had a feeling this was headed in a bad direction...

"I know you like me, so why don't you ever make a move? I think I make it pretty obviously that I am extremely fucking attracted to you..." he raised his eyebrows, the smirk still present on his lips.

This compeltely caught me off gaurd. I had no idea what to say. Was it really that obvious that I was into him? I never once flirted back or anything! How the fuck did he know how I felt?

"I, uh, I'm not sure what your talking about Frank..." I finally managed to say.

"Well..." he said as he walked over to me. He walked around my desk to where I was sitting in my chair, and he sat in my lap, straddling me, and wrapped his arms around my neck...

A/N: hahahaha cliff hanger! (kinda sorta). this probably sucks a lot, sorry guysssss. well... im not sure what to say so yea thanks for reading this! you guys rock. vote/comment pls, ill love you forever

xo myr