School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Five - Veggie Burger

Frank's POV

Two Weeks Later

After two full weeks of me flirting with Mr. Way in every opportunity, from my Art classes to the little time at lunch where we both smoked behind the school (that time being whenever I could skip lunch with Ray and sneak to the alley where the trashcans stood, to catch Mr. Way already leaning against the wall and smoking, which made me wonder when he actually had lunch, or if he even had lunch at all), my plan of getting into his pants was slowly progressing.

Not only now he had stopped ignoring and pretending to be oblivious to my flirting and sexual statements, but he sometimes answered with a slight smirk, and I could have sworn he sometimes added a wink, though I am not completely sure, but I liked to pretend he did.

My flirting had also turned slightly physical, nothing too much, but the 'accidental' brush of my hand against his ass or thigh sometimes joined my comment of how good his ass looked or how I rhetorically asked him if he was into kinky stuff.

We had never properly talked about my flirting, or his smirks in reply to it, but I knew that if I continued, eventually something inside of him would snap and he would have me against the desk in no time.

The humid Wednesday of New Jersey seemed to last hours instead of minutes, and days instead of hours. I was ready to leave and it was only lunch.

"I take it you're gonna go off with Prince Charming and leave me alone again?" Ray says as we walk to the cafeteria. Well, he walks to the cafeteria; I was just joining it because it was on my way to the back of the school. I can't help but feel slightly guilty for leaving him once again, but shrugged the feeling off when my mind wandered over to Mr. Way's firm butt.

"Sorry, Ray," I smile sheepishly and he just shakes his head in amusement. "Catch up with you later, okay?"

"Whatever, Iero," Ray rolls his eyes but smiles any ways as we reach the cafeteria doors. "Just use protection, I don't want you crying when you get Chlamydia or some weird shit," He dismisses and enters the lunch room.

"I promise!" I yell after him and make my way to the back of the school. After hooking my Converse-clad foot and launching myself upwards, I swing a leg over the tall fencing and then the other, my eyes scanning the place for any sight of black hair, and frowning slightly when I didn't spot it.

"Boo!" I hear suddenly, and I yelp as I lose my balance and fall flat on my ass on the floor, landing with a 'thump'. Aw, fuck, I'm sure I broke a bone.

"Motherfucker!" I grumble when I fall, and hear laughter behind me. At least I didn't fall back out of the alley, and was now safely locked inside with the trashcans. I turn to see the infamous Mr. Way standing behind the railing, holding a bag and laughing his face off, at me.

"Ow, ow, my belly," He says as he doubles over, his bony hand clutching his stomach as he tried to stop laughing and hold onto the bag.

"Serves you right, asshole," I roll my eyes and stand up, using my hands to get the dust off my jeans.

"Sorry, sorry," Mr. Way composes himself and instead grins at me, his beautiful hazel eyes shining from the fit of laughter. He slides the handle of the plastic bag to his wrist and places his feet on the hole of the fence, boosting himself up and swinging his leg above it as I did before, but instead landing successfully on his shoes, and not falling onto his butt like I did.

"Whatever," I mumble and he dashes a bright smile, and then rummages through the plastic bag, which had me curious ever since I saw it.

"Here," He says as he extracts a smaller brown bag from it and hands it to me. I hesitate for a second before grabbing it and peeking inside to examine its' contents. "It's a vegetarian burger; you mentioned being vegetarian a while ago, so I figured this would do." Mr. Way says and takes out another brown bag, which I'm assuming is for him.