School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Four - Art Class

Frank's POV

It was a normal Thursday morning in New Jersey; cloudy but humid, appropriate weather to wear my ripped skinny jeans and a simple black shirt, along with my Converse.

But this Thursday was a special Thursday.

Because I had Art on my second period, and that meant an hour of sitting in a class with Mr. Way in front, clad in those skin tight jeans of his, looking so delicious.

And for that reason I put on my eyeliner more carefully than other days; today I planned to flirt with Mr. Way, step one of my way into his pants. Ha, way.

The past days of school I've ditched Ray on lunch pretty much every day, just to go to the back of the school and smoke with Mr. Way, bonding over things such as comics, music, art and other things.

I must admit, if he wasn't my teacher, and was a few years younger, I would totally ask him out; our tastes are so similar and we have so much stuff in common it was unbelievable. I learned that he was twenty-five and was living with his younger brother in an apartment not too far from here, and that he was single (a total plus for my plan, and he was totally oblivious as to where my question was headed), as well as that he sang, or he was 'okay, I guess' as he stated.

I shrug on my backpack further up my shoulder and walk confidently to second period; Art class.

"Holy shit, dude, you are really gonna do this," My best friend Ray, who is walking next to me through the busy hallways since my class is on the way to his next one, says.

"Yep. I'm gonna be locked in a classroom with him and his tight jeans, I'm sure I can make him loosen up a bit," I bite my lip and shoot a wink at him.

"This is it, then. I wish you the best of luck." Ray laughs as he pats my shoulder in a manly way and heads off to the student-filled hallway.

I open the door aware that I am like ten minutes early, and much to my surprise and my dick's, Mr. Way is rummaging through his bag, which is set on his chair, and he's bending down while he looks for something, his ass up in the air, taunting me.

Leaning on the doorframe, I release a low whistle in appreciation of the view, and watch with amusement as Mr. Way straightens from his position and turns to see who the owner of the whistle is, and his face softens into a smile when he sees me.

"Oh, Frank, hey!" Mr. Way greets, and I have to refrain from raising an eyebrow at the lack of response to my whistle, so I decide to keep teasing him and pout at him.

"What a shame, I was enjoying the view," I sigh sadly as I walk to where he is standing, keeping my distance but stopping just a few inches away from his 'personal bubble'.

"Uh- You're early, class doesn't start for another ten minutes," He states the obvious, quickly changing the subject and avoiding to look at me, making me smirk slightly at his response. I grab the closest desk to his and drag it on the floor until it's almost hitting the teacher's desk to plop down on it and prop my legs on his desk, keeping them parted and placing my elbows on my knees.

"I know, I wanted to have a few spare minutes to stare at your face, but instead I come in to see your ass up in the air," I honestly say, bluntly staring at him, but his gaze doesn't back down, and he stares right back at me, not wanting to be the one to look away and seem like a coward. "Not that I'm complaining, of course," I add with a small shrug nonchalantly. "It's a very nice ass," I shoot him a wink, watching him place his hands on his desk and lean forward, eyebrow raised at my statement.

"Thanks,"·

I lean forward as well, our faces mere inches away, and I am aware that we maybe have half a minute before the class starts filling up with students. My lips tug into a big smirk as his eyes flicker down to them then back at my eyes.