Mr.Way | Frerard

His teacher's arse

Hey everyone, heres the next and newly edited chapter! I'm on break at the moment, so I'm hoping to make sure that I can post some more chapters and actually improve this story! I hope you guys are enjoying it so far, I love you guys so much and thank you for all the support you guys are giving me xxx

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"Staring at the teachers arse already?"

I quickly wiped my head around, breaking eye contact from the rather perky arse of the redhead teacher who was off painting at the front of the bedroom. When I met Brendon's eyes, he had the most know-it-all look on his face, and I had to hold back the desire to punch him before he opened his mouth to let out even more embarrassing things about himself.

I settled for scoffing at him, shoving his shoulder so he almost fell from the stool he was perched on. Blush was building on his cheeks, after all who the hell said something so incriminating and so blatantly sinful? I didn't feel like being chucked out of this class before its even started.

"Of course not, dude, honestly" I groaned, lying through my teeth as I flipped him off sassily under the table.

"Of course, not" Brendon echoed "Your secrets safe with me, and honestly don't you stress about it. You aren't the only one who has some googly eyes for teachers here. They are the cream of the crop" he offered a sultry wink before his pencil tarted to dance over the large A2 artbook.

"Also!" He quickly added, as If he'd forgotten something "This is Pete Wentz" he introduced the white-haired boy sitting to the other side of Brendon.

The bleach blond boy grinned cheesily at me, giving me what I could only describe as 'I want to fuck you in front of everyone and make sure everyone saw you as my hoe'. Descriptive and quite specific, but this dude was honestly giving it a red-hot shot.

"Pete here is a man whore, so honestly if he tries to suck you off while you guys are pissing, just slap him and he'll learn his lesson" Brendon added cheerily as he started to add sketches of human figures to the page.

Pete threw a playful glare at his counterpart "Oi! Fuck off! Nothing wrong with me hitting on hot guys! So, my hot new friend, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on I'm right here!" he stated with a smug look on his face.

I raised an eyebrow at Brendon.

"And" he added once again, but this time not looking up from his page "This is Patrick Stump. This guy is practically a big teddy bear, and honestly he's too amazing to be hanging out with us, but here he is!"

The pudgy boy, curled up to the other side of Brendon, grinned sheepishly, as he was already starting to work on his rather detailed and talented sketches. "H-hi, I'm Patrick! Pretty much, if you need anything, feel free to ask" His voice was gentle, kinder than the others.

"Nice to meet ya" I nodded at him, a cheeky grin on my lips.

To think about this, I wondered how that there three - and I could assume a couple others - were so close and friends together. It was a bundle of differences, but it was definitely a little nicer than the non-existent group of friends that I had at my last school. After all, it was a Christian school, and they weren't very happy with the scary hooligan arsonist that I was. Maybe I was just finding some other arsonists in disguise.

"Now, Frank, I'm sure you also realise how sexy and attractive that Mr Way is yea? It's common knowledge, but before anyone shits on me, I'm taken, and I love my boo, but I can still look at the goods!" Brendon snapped, I only now noticing that Pete's mouth was wide open and seemed quite ready to cut in with a witty remark.