Every single kid in the damn school was getting freaked out about the parent-teacher interviews, and was, annoyingly, acting super nice in all of their lessons. Normally, I'd have joined them, but I figured I didn't have much to worry about in most of my lessons, 'cause I never really caused any problems (though, I never did a lot of work either).
I did, however, have to suck up (sometimes literally) to Gerard, who had nicknamed this week "blackmail my Frankie week". Literally, he'd written it on his calendar, and I wished I could say I was joking.
He started off easy, asking me to pick him up coffee on the way to school, or if I could pick up dinner on my way to his place after school. I did it with a smile because I didn't doubt for a second that he really would tell my Mom about all the stuff he said he would (though some of them I didn't even remember doing)
"One time you called me a prick, so you should come over and suck me off after school." He said casually as I was leaving class. I snorted.
"I called you a prick all the time. Actually, I still do."
"Well, I might have to tell your Mom." He said, shrugging. I chuckled.
"That's literally blackmail, Gee." I said, leaning against his desk. Gerard shrugged.
"It's fun. And it's not like I'm not blackmailing everyone else." He pointed out.
That was true, at least. He definitely liked the attention he was getting from everyone as they tried to get in his good books. In fact, I didn't think it was possible for the girls to get wetter over him than they already did.
"You're not asking them to suck you off, are you?" I accused.
"I could."
"You could, yes. But don't." I laughed. He tilted his head.
"Why not? If you're not gonna do it-"
"Don't even finish that." I sighed. He smiled apologetically.
"It's only fun, Frankie. You know I'm gonna tell your Mom how wonderful you are." He said, smiling. I groaned.
"No, don't do that. Be honest." I insisted.
"I am gonna be honest."
"No, you're going to be biased." I accused. He sat back in his chair and shook his head, smiling.
"Sorry, would you like me to stop being in love with you?" he asked, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm.
"Yes, actually, I think that'd be helpful." I sneered. He chuckled.
"How about you stop being adorable, and I'll give it a try." He smiled. I rolled my eyes and leaned over his desk so he could kiss me.
"You coming over tonight?"
"Nah, I have other classes and other teachers, Mr. Way" I said teasingly.
"Yes, but you're not fucking them. Right?" he laughed. I shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe I am." I said with a wink.
"You know I fucked the nurse once, right?" he said suddenly. I laughed, putting a hand over my mouth and pulling a chair up to his desk.
"No!"
"Yeah. God, that was a nightmare." He laughed.
"Actually, yeah, she said something that suggested she had some...hard feelings. What happened?" I asked, leaning forward. He shook his head.
"Nuh uh, sweetheart, you're already late. I'll tell you another time, kay?" he said.
"Fine. I'll call you tonight."
