Ugh another day as a teacher. I hate teaching, you are in a room full of arrogant hormonal brats. In my free time I play bass. But with teaching I can't do that.
"Time to get ready!!!" I yell at my brother. This is his first day teaching because he got fired at his old job at Starbucks. Gerard (my brother) got fired for the dumbest reason. He dyed his hair red and apparently that is against 'dress code' rules.
"Uugggaaaahhh." He groans. I knew how he felt. I decided to push him off the bed. As soon that I received a harsh "FUCK YOU MIKEY NOBODY LIKES YOU!!!"
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After getting Gerard up and ready and I did the same, we went to get a coffee before the day started. As we pulled into a place called Dutch Bro's we went inside and got our coffees.I turned to my brother while we are waiting and told him "All the kids are brats except one kid." I thought of the one and only Frank Iero. God he was so hot and his name was like honey on my lips. I just didn't want his name on my lips I wanted him on my lips. "His name is Frank. Frank Iero."
He replied with a "I bet he is still a brat. I am not looking forward to kids flirting for a good grade. I'm gay not strait. I'm gayer than a rainbow!" He chuckled a bit. "You know they only flirt for a good grades in movies, Gee." I responded calmly. But like seriously who actually does that? I thought to myself. Ugh I just wanted to go to work and go back home.
I guess I'm more of an introvert. I have social anxiety which is weird to have considering that I was a teacher. Well a music teacher. Gerard was going to be an art teacher. I was jealous how good at art he was.
"MIKEY?!?!" a female's voice called snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned to get Gerard's and I's drinks. Well time to go to hell it, was well most commonly referred as high school.
I went to my class room and immediately called Gerard. I told him about all the classes and the students in them. I mentally face palmed when I mentioned Frank again. Ugh I didn't like him. I mean I guess I did but I didn't wasn't to admit it.
"You must really like him...ooooooooohh." Is what I received from my brother. I hated him sometimes. I felt my phone buzz and I looked at the collar ID. Oh it was Gerard of course.
Gee: I found a guy for you if I can have Frank
Mikes: I'm not gay he is a student. But who is it?
Gee: A guy name Pete Wentz. And yes you are gay I
can sense it. My gaydar goes off when I see youMikes: no. And Pete is okay I guess but Frank is hotter
Gee: Told you. You gay fuck. The war is on Mikey Way the war is on.
Mikes: You are the gay one you fucker and I found Frank first. He's mine
I thought. "Is it bad that I like him? Is it bad that I'm fighting over him?" Fuck I cursed to myself when I said that out loud.
"Umm Mr. Way." I looked up to see Frank looking at me from the other side of my desk. "Yea Frank!" Oh god that sounded to squeaky to be normal. I cleaned my throat. "I can't get this part on the bass right." He stated. I got excited to be let down. Okay Frank go take your seat and I will be right there. I explained to the class today's lesson. I walked over to Frank as he was trying to play 'bass'.
"Ummm Frank." I said kinda questioning. Then I simply stated "That is rhythm guitar Frank, not bass. See bass has 4 strings and rhythm guitar has more!" I was excited to talk about bass. I went to check up on other students like Bob Bryar who plays drums. "How's is going Robert umm ur—-I mean Bob!" I quickly said the last part. He chuckled and replied "Good."
I walked away and texted my older brother.
Mikes: Fuck Gerard. Frank is so hot!!!
Gee: I know I get to see him in my first period everyday. I'm going to make him want me!!!
Mikes: Fuck you he's mine
Gee: Plz don't fuck me that's incest
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Mr. Way
FanfictionIt is Mr. Way vs Mr. Way. Both teachers are in love with an emo troublemaker. It includes smut-ish. REALLY BAD short story