The Assistant Teacher

Ch 29?

Gerard's POV

    We got home, and nothing reqlly happened. I woke up the next day on the couch and up next to somthing small and short to the beeping of my phone alarm. 6:00. We had plenty of time. Frank rolled over and grunted. "Frank, honey. We have to get up. I have to do some extra preparing for today. I had a bet with some of the other teachers that we wouldnt end up together. I didnt care, so I didn't let it influence my decision. But I have to dress and act like a girl. You can to if you want."  Frank looked at me with mild irritation and humor. "Gee. Your words are big, and it's to early in the morning. So, we have to dress up as girls? No problem. Nothing I haven't done before." Frank smiled and walked sluggishly to his bedroom. He emerged from his room, dressed with amazing precision. A black leather jacket covered a tight black and white galexy shirt.  The pants were skinny, ripped-up, and uber sexy. "Now, for the makeup!" Frank ran to the bathroom and shrieked "Dibs!"
"Well. It lookes like I need to get dressed." I walked into my room and poured out all my clothes. I had just about no feminine outfits. "Frankieeee! Where did you go?" Frank opened the door to my room, his makeup beautifully making his eyes look bigger. He then saw me on the floor, surrounded by clothes. "Oh Gee. Do you need help getting dressed? You should of asked." Frank pulled me to my feet and dragged me into his closet. "What to pick, what to pick." Frank muttered, pulling out different dresses and skirts. "Oh my gosh! This would look so cute on you, Gee!" He shoved a black and red Paramore shirt and at me. He then threw a pair of ripped up black leggings at me, along with a flirty red miniskirt. I held up the miniskirt. "Really? Do I even want to know why you own this?" He looked at me. "I'm short, so its a regular skirt. Go. Put it on and please be quick. Remember, I still have to pick out the right shoes and do hair for both of us. Plus, your makeup still needs to be done and you need to learn to walk in heels. Go! We only have, like, 30 minutes! " He gestured at me some more before I went to the bathroom and changed. Frank was right. I looked really good. The leggings made my legs look thinner then they actually were and the miniskirt higged my hips with a bright, attention drawing red color. I felt beautiful and natural. "Frank!" I called, walking out of the bathroom. "I'm ready for my makeup,  hair and heels!" Frank came out of his room, his punk hair put up in a beautiful, messy looking bun. "Oh, Gee! You look fantastic! Now for makup, heels, and hair." Frank swirled his way to the bathroom and grabbed a bunch of plastic pallets from his mirror. He then led me to the living room. He then made me sit on the couch as he put the makeup on. "Dramatic, or barely there?" I looked at Frank as he played at his hair. "Barely there please. I should be as me as possible."  Frank started applying it onto my face, and I loved it. I looked at myself in the mirror once he was done, and the effect was amazing. I walked away from the mirror laughing. "Why are you laughing? You know what?  Nevermind. We need shoes." He picked up a pair of strappy black high heels for himself. "This is one of my favorite pairs of shoes. I bought them a couple of years ago, when I got into drag."  He smiled at the shoes as he put them on. He looked at me. "Now for your shoes. You look like you have around a size 10?  I have a pair that would go great with that outfit." Frank walked into his room and emerged with a pair of closet red heels. "Put them on! We have 20 minutes to get going! Try walking around. Do they fit well?" I walked around. They were perfect and felt great. "They fit great! I freaking love these!" I started prancing around and found that it was easy.  Started singing nonsense and jumping around. "Hair! Lets do a sloppy braid to bring the edgy look all together."  Frank sat behind me and braided my hair. I threw my red and black flannel jacket around my waist. "Oh! Why didn't I think about that?" Frank rolled his eyes at himself. "You look so good! Come on! It's time to make ourselves known." Frank grabbed two purses and sashaed his way to my car. Once we were almost at work I relized somthing. "You forgot your cane!" Frank looked at me and waved his cane around. "I left it in your car, so I wouldn't forget it at our apartment. Also, I brought purses that have our papers in them." I looked at Frank. "How do you make such a great female?" He smiled. "Thanks Gerard. Are you ready to have a bunch a guys drooling over how hot you are?" He said, pointing out that we were parking in front of the school. We both held hands and gossiped as we walked in the school, through the main doors. Frank was right, all the guys did stare at us. The girls and the adults to. Frank was flaunting the attention, whereas, I kinda curled into myself. Frank dragged me into our classroom and into my office. He turned around. "Gee. You look beautiful. Stop curling in on yourself and stare everyone down who thinks its weird." He gave me kiss for cofidence and smaked me with his cane. "Stop being so nervous. I am standing right next to you. Now, go get 'em."  The students started to walk in. My hands started to feel clamy, but I wasn't sweating. It's like my body knew not to let the makeup run, or Frank would kill me. "Hey class! So, who isn't here today? Anyone? Everyone is here! Woah! That, like, never happenes!" Frank whispered "Tone it down. Being yourself is like being a female. If anyone hasn't said somthing about it, your really sassy." Frank smiled and grabbed my hand smoothly. Patrick raised his hand. I called on him, quite baffled by his actions. "So...are you guys dressing up as females for fun, or are you into drag like me, or for some other reason? Because you two can pull off that outfit attractively and very well..." Patrick let the qustion/statment kind of trickle off. "We did this because of a bet. One we lost, so we had to dress drag for a day." Then Brendon raised his hand. "Yes Brandon?" He looked Frank up and down. "Where did you two get your beautiful outfits? I also love the makeup. Who did it?" Brendon looked at Frank and I in wonder. "Fran-Err- Mr. Iaro here helped. He has like a part of his closet for feminine clothes. He did my makeup as well." I had relized what I just revealed and grimaced. I looked at Frank to see if he was angry. He was clearly trying to not laugh his ass off while leaning on his cane. "So you admit you slept with Mr. Iaro?" Brendon said, holding out his hand to one of his friends. "I am currently residing at Mr. Iaro's home because I have been having problems in my personal life. We are not just friends, but we are not sleeping together." Brendon looked mortified, qnd drew his hand back. I smiled at him and blew a kiss to Frank. He stuck out his tongue at me. I laughed and started the lesson. In what seemed minutes, it was time for lunch. Frank sat on my lap as we ate leftover spaghetti from last night. "Do you want to talk about last night?" Frank turned his head to get a look at my reaction. "I was certainly suprised. You don't seem like the kinda person that would do that." Frank smiled and covered his face with the sleeves of my flannel. He stole it sometime during the first part of the day. There was a knock on the door.  Frank went to go get the door.  Frank led  in a crying Patrick, who was cluching a ripped up bag. "They t-took them. Those s-stupid jerks." Patrick looked at me and Frank. "You are the on-only techers who I trust!" I took Patrick's hand. "Breath in through your nose and exhale the whole story. Everything will be fine." Patrick inhaled and calmed down. "So, remember how I said I do drag like you guys in class earlier? Well, that is one of my most well-kept secrets. My parents, before they died, thought I hiked in a park somewhere. But, I really walked around the mall as a girl. I didn't get recognized because I'm invisible to my fellow students." Frank took the ripped up empty bag and pulled up a chair for Patrick. "What was in here?" Patrick grabbed for the bag. "It had my shoes in it. I have a pair of sparkly black platforms. I bought them myself,  with cash, so no trace to me, and they were only a hundred dollers. They are really important to me." Frank's jaw dropped. "Why were you carrying them around with you if they were that important to you?" Patrick looked at his lap in shame. "I have carried them with me since this started around a year ago. I was on my way to your classroom to tell you, when a bunch of jocks grabbed me, hit me in the spine, and ripped up my bag. Then they saw my shoes, and stole them. I also remember them calling me an emo fag that I should go kill myself like my parents did." By this point, I was fuming. I looked over at Frank and he nodded, confirming that we were both thinking the same thing. "Do you want to stay with us at lunch? Any day you want, you can come in and eat lunch with us. And, who are the people who did this? We are going to talk to them. If they continue to harass you, you need to tell the principal."  Frank said this and Patrick's face drooped. "It was Lars and Rico. They somehow found out how my parents died. They have been bulling me ever since." I stormed out of the room and stright to the cafeteria. "Where are Lars and Rico? I need them now!" The cafeteria became a series of laughs. They walked up to me, being cocky. "What do you want? Did faggy run into your arms?" It was an understatement to say that I got angry. I exploded with the force of a volcano. "Who dare you! Do either of you know what shit he has  been through!? How would you like it if you had everything stripped from you! Your parents, dead. No siblings. No scary status. No one to be there for you and help you through the hard shit life likes to throw at you. Add petty people like you to the mix, and you have a very hard place to thrive and be happy with yourself and live. Do you really want to be responsible for killing the only him that will ever exist? Do you? That's not being cool, it is being a murderer. So help me, if you are caught bullying another student in the world, I will do much worse." They both stared at me, along with the entire cafeteria, most of the staff and Frank and Patrick. I motioned for Lars and Rico to follow me. I led them into the hallway, quite satisfied that both of them were shaking. "Where are his shoes? Could I please have them? Please?" They looked at each other with dread. "We tied them to a tree. We can go get them though. If you want." I smiled at their attempt to escape. "No. You guys are staying in here for in school suspension. So what tree are they in?" Rico the pointed to a tall oak that could be seen from a window. "Both of you, go eat your lunch. I have a pair of shoes to grab." They walked off, still shaking. I felt a tap on my back and jumped. "Relax honey. It's just me. Umm, what happened back there?" Frank made me turn around. "I have never seen you that mad. Not even when your girlfriend broke up with you." Frank started to look worried. "I wanted to do that to, but you scared them shitless! I wanted some of that!" Frank cracked a smile.  "Well next time a student misbehaves in this scale, it would be your turn." I smiled at Frank as the bell signaling the end of lunch period rang.