School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Two - Ditching For A Smoke

Frank's POV

"Dude, I've heard some crazy shit, mostly from you, but you want to get into Mr. Way's pants?" My best friend shook his head disbelievingly, making his afro bounce slightly. "You know it's illegal, right?"

I nod and bite my lip as we keep walking to the cafeteria. I had told Ray about my plan, and making Mr. Way want me back, and he thought it was crazy and that I could get into a shitload of trouble.

"Yeah, I'm willing to take the risk. We won't get caught though," I shrug while nodding, more confidently this time as we arrive to the noisy cafeteria.

"You're fucking crazy. Do you even know if he's into guys?" Ray asks as we get into the queue to get our lunch.

"Nope. But I'm sure I can turn him." I grin and wiggle my eyes at my best friend, who barks a laugh and shakes his head once more, and we both pick up our trays. "Hey! I turned that guy in ninth year, remember?" I playfully elbow his ribs as he continues laughing.

"Who? Pete Wentz? I'm pretty sure he was gay all along, he was just playing hard to get, Frank," He points out and I huff in annoyance.

"I got inside his pants, didn't I?" He nods in agreement as we choose our food, my choice being a simple salad and Ray grabbing almost all the food that fit into his tray.

We then make our way to our usual table in the middle of the busy room, filled with loud teenagers chomping on food.

Ray sits down and I follow his movements, sitting in front of him.

"Do you have a plan?" He asks with his mouth full of meat from the taco he just shoved down his throat.

"I'm sure I can seduce him in Art class," I shrug and pick at my salad, not really hungry and Ray snorts loudly.

Lovely.

"'Seduce'" He repeats laughing. "You're talking about your teacher, Frank, not some random girl from a club," I shoot him a glare when he says 'girl'. "Sorry, sorry, he's not a random guy from a club, dude, you can't just flirt with him and expect to get inside his pants."

I huff in annoyance, something I seem to be doing a lot recently and fold my arms. Ray did have a point.

Even if Mr. Way did want me back, he would choose the more mature and moral path, realizing that a relationship with a student is illegal and risked his job, as well as sending him to prison, since I am, after all, underage.

But I was determined to get Mr. Way, and I wasn't backing down anytime soon.

"You really are doing it, huh?" Ray asks and I turn my gaze to look at him, since I had zoned out. "You have this super determined look on your face that just says 'shit just got real'" He chuckles and I grin.

"I'm gonna make him want me as much as I want him." I state and lean closer to the table, crossing my arms on it.

"I wish you the best of luck, man," I nod sharply, ideas running through my mind like a tornado.

"You gonna come to Math?" Ray asks a few minutes later as we are walking back from the cafeteria through the hall, and I think for a second.

Do I really need to see the wrinkled face of Mrs. Olga for a second time in one day?

Do I really need to make this Monday more horrible?

"Nope. I'm ditching for a smoke." I quickly decide and bid my friend goodbye as I start walking to the back of the school where no one goes since it's where the trashcans are at.

Despite this fact, the place doesn't smell bad at all, it was an open space where no one went, so it was my hidden place, my place to ditch.

I had never brought anyone here with me, not even Ray, since his parents were strict about him not ditching any classes, and the kid loved lunch break like his own life since he was in a relationship with food.