MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡;Truth or dare? | G.W. | (2/2)

(A/n)

Original request by anon and part two request by KatFire24

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It had been a long day. A shitty long day. The sound of the sigh escaping your lips was barely heard under your footsteps echoing through the hall. It seemed like that asshole of a teacher wasn't kidding when he flashed you another one of that sickening sweet smiles and said he'd get you in detention if you didn't stop treating him like that. Like what? Rejecting obvious and illegal flirty advances? Bullshit.

And that makes you believe that's why you'd heard a teacher's loud voice coming from another classroom down the hall followed by Gerard's loud curses, the period after lunch, when you'd told him about what happened. He was stupidly lovely, but still stupid.

Of course, the gross teacher was already there when you walked in, that same weird vibe surrounding him while he slowly organized the items over the table, careful. If he physically looked exactly like he really was, he'd probably look rotten. You didn't know where you had gotten this comparation from, but it probably had a hint of truth. He grinned smiled when seeing you, motioning for the desk closer to his table. You ignored him, taking another one a few rows behind.

"Miss (l/n)," he said softly, but so harshly at the same time. "I told you to-"

"Sorry, I'm late, the last teacher held me back," a sudden voice said breathlessly and there stood Gerard, a wide grin on his face as he moved towards you in long steps before throwing himself down on the chair next to yours, his bag's chains clanking loudly against the table. "Hello, love." His eyes locked with yours in an intentional and specially intense gaze, making you crack a side grin – if it was a cartoon, there would probably be a few hearts floating above your heads.

The moment lasted until the teacher cleaned his throat, but his energy had become so minimal in the room it wasn't even enough to cut off the atmosphere set between the both of you.

"What are you doing here?" The older male asked Gerard in a clearly annoyed tone, his mood having changed in the moment Gerard's voice filled the room.

"I was supposed to be having detention at Mrs. Y, but she had a..." Gerard's eyes wandered around the room for a moment as he thought about a proper word before his eyes finally met the teacher's, covered in a fake innocence while his grin widened yet again. "minor inconvenience," he said finally. You laughed and you two shared a look while the teacher looked at Gerard unamused and done.

"You'll get in great trouble someday if you continue like this," the teacher's voice was monotonous, lacking any emotion other than a suppressed annoyance as he gathered a pile of papers in hands then slipped it inside a suitcase.

"Not more than you when they find out what you've been doing, so..." Gerard shrugged.

"I'm sorry that (y/n), such a beautiful and behaved girl, has such a boyfriend like you. Terrible," the teacher shook his head, eyebrows slightly furrowed. It was an odd word choice. It made Gerard and you share a look before bursting out laughing.

"You clearly know nothing about me," you shook my head to myself, still laughing a little. He opened his mouth in a kind of hopeful manner, just for you to cut him off. "You don't need to, anyways." You smiled, watching his face fall into boredom again. Maybe things are finally working and we're managing to shove the reality down this fucker's throat – the thought crossed your mind though the situation was still disturbing.

An annoyed sigh came from the teacher as he rubbed his temples, mumbling something about you two being nerve wracking before shaking his head.

"I would love to stay and find a way of getting you out of here and maybe get you a suspension," the teacher said grabbing his mug of coffee. His words were directed to Gerard until he looked at you, "but I have better things to waste my time in at the moment. See you later or tomorrow, doll," he said so casually that it hurt, leaving the room a couple of seconds later after taking a look at you from head to feet.