Teenagers || Frerard

8-Ever had detention with a hot red head who is your teacher? Well Guess not

The way that his jeans clung to his legs seamlessly like skin made my stomach clench. I didn't know if it was just me, but I could notice how his hips swayed form side to side as he continued to walk. It was hypnotising, and definitely something that caught my attention.

My eyes were then caught by the clock. I had realised that he had spent over a half hour just rearranging the art around the room. I didn't know if I was excited or sad that time had flown by so quickly.

As Gerard sat down at his desk, I moved forward.

Grabbing a stool, I dragged it up to his desk and placed it in front of it. Sitting down I crossed one leg over the other, leaning my elbows against the tip of his desk as to not disturb any of his papers that were filed on the desk.

He looked up through his hair, his pen dancing across the page as it looked like he was doing some marking. It was a huge book with different kid's names in it, and from the top I could see it was one of the freshmen classes.

Gerard's eyes were hard to explain. I don't think there was a word in the English language that could be fit to describe them properly, give them justice. The blend of colours were perfect, it was just like the right amount of everything to make such a beautiful, alluring and outstanding colour.

The hazel was simply something special, and it made my stomach turn with an unknown feeling.

"Do you have any other siblings besides Mr Way?"

I decided I would break the silence with a simple question. If I was going to be here for so long it would probably give me time to get to know him a little better than any other ordinary student would. I wasn't going to start with any question that was too deep or too personal, as I didn't want to come off as a creep, so I decided to ask a little about his brother.

"No, Mikey is the only other sibling I have. What about you?"

"I'm an only child." I shook my head.

"Your mother is a nice woman by the way. I can see where your personality came from" Gee complimented.

"She is a special woman that one."  I couldn't help but chuckle.

It was nice to know that I could actually carry a normal conversation with a teacher. It simply just felt like we were two friends, not teacher and student. It calmed some of the nerves that still gripped at me from the back of my mind.

"Why did you decide to become a teacher?"

"Why all of the questions so suddenly?"

This took my back slightly as he once again glanced up at me through his beautiful crimson hair. His hand yet again didn't stop moving across the paper elegantly as his eyes kept mine in a tight hold, not letting me break away.

I was stuck.

"I was just interested. I didn't mean to bother you" I huffed softly, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back slightly on the stool. I made sure I didn't fall back though, as I really didn't feel like taking another trip to the nurse's office.

"You're not bothering me" Gerard shook his head before placing the pen back down and looking at me properly "I just don't understand why you would be so interest in me is all. There isn't much to tell you"

"Why not tell me the basics then?" I pushed.

"Hm, fine. As long as you give me a little information on you too. Does that seem fair enough?"

"That's fair enough"

"Okay, here it goes then. I am Gerard Arthur Way, a 26 year old art teacher who is currently working at this high school for 2 and half years. I live in a small studio apartment close to the middle of this small town, I don't have a favourite colour, and I sell most of my artwork for spare money...." He drifted off there, thinking before he continued.