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~ Author
Days seemed to fly by now, it gave me a weird feeling in the bottom of my stomach. School was the same every day, sitting with my new friends, going through the boring classes never really paying attention, getting some detentions, and last but not least I get to have my hour detention at the end of the day with Mr Way.
I also got to meet the famous Music teacher Mr Way, and I got along with the younger Way quite well, even if I didn't find him sexually appealing like his brother. That was more for Pete, but that was a whole other story for another time. Now, to continue with the talk of my afternoon detentions.
I have had a total of 5 detentions so far, and my 6th was just a period away.
Right now I was sitting in English, being bored out of my mind by the Jurassic aged teacher out the front. She continued to drone on about texts by Shakespeare while I did my best not to fall asleep on my desk; well, I was getting continuously getting kicked under the table by Patrick every time I was nearly asleep.
"Iero, what do you think on the acts of Romeo?"
Looking up in my dazed state, I noticed that all the students were now watching me, waiting for me to answer the teacher.
Kids still gave me some wary and odd glances ever since the beat down in the cafeteria. Patrick and Brendon simply said that it would wear down, but now everyone has gotten the idea not to mess with neither my friend group nor myself.
It was a positive that came out of the whole getting knocked out shit.
"Um, what direct act miss? He does quite a lot of things in the book" some snickers followed.
"The act of him sacrificing himself after returning to find his lover presumably dead. I do understand that many people have different perspectives on the act, but what do you think about the predicament?" Her voice was droning and annoying, and I was surprised that she hadn't had a heart attack at her age.
We had already done this unit of study at my old school, and I already had a true grasp on the book even if I wasn't in class most of the time. I was still a pretty literate kid after all.
"Well, I believe that it was extreme. I mean, they said they were truly in love, but they had hardly known each other. It's equivalent to a one night stand in our time, which you can't base a meaningful relationship off. What they had seemed to be based on pure lust, and I don't believe one could fall in love at first sight, you simply lust after them." I took a breath, all eyes still on me as I continued.
"So, the fact that Romeo simply killed himself over a girl that he hadn't known for long, and thought he could have a bond with is something that was quite dramatic and over all stupid. I don't believe that he could seriously become so attached in such a short amount of time."
I finished, letting my head somewhat lower back down onto my book. Some of the class looked away whilst others held their gazes a little longer, before turning back to face the teacher. I knew I probably wasn't the only one who thought that way, but I wasn't going to lie about it like most might have.
"You have a strong point Iero, but continuing on the subject..." I blocked out her droning again, sneaking a look at my glowing phone screen under the table.
Luckily there was only roughly 6 minutes left, and then I would be able to spend another hour together with my red head.
While we were spending time together, we had gotten to know each other even more than the first day. We dropped little things to one another, like I got to know a little about Gerard's childhood and his mother, also about his amazing artwork and how he was trying to get a comic book of his published. It was amazing, it made me wonder why he hadn't simply become an artist full time and why he hadn't ditched his teacher career.
He had asked a lot of questions about my past, like how my old school was and how I used to act. Telling him about my bad behaviour seemed to make him amused, and it would always end with us laughing about what happened.
Placing my phone away, I was lucky to notice it was only about 3 minutes now, and I watched to my side as Patrick scribbled down notes while watching the teacher with a look of concentration on his face. I didn't know how he did it, but you had to give the guy credit for not getting bored and giving up on the lesson.
Brendon himself was gaming on the phone in his lap, or maybe talking to Ryan who the hell knows, while Kellin sat the furthest away, drawing small little things around the border of his book while jotting random things down. I was the only one trying to take a nap, but not even the teacher had made a comment about my head laying against the table.
I watched the three of them, waiting for the minutes to speed up.
Luckily it did, and the familiar shrill call of the bell filled the school.
Kids quickly stuffed their books into their bags, which included me, and everyone was out of the classroom before our old teacher even got a chance to make it back to her desk and sit down. Brendon, Patrick, Kellin and I all stood up and pushed our chairs in before leaving the room after the stampede.
"Detention again with your lover?" Brendon teased as we came to the corridor which was where we would split off, me heading back towards the flights of stairs to the left and the others continued forward to their freedom.
"Fuck off Urie!" I shouted over my shoulder, flipping him the bird.
All I could hear was his chuckling as I continued to walk further away. My walk had improved as my legs had grown even stronger and were now practically normal, so it was easier for me to make the journey around the school and up the stairs to the art rooms.
I had to admit, I had a small spring in my step as I walked up the last flight of stairs. I was always happy to be in Gerard's presence, and he always seemed to be friendly and partly open with me while I had detention. I had even started to call him by his first name like he had wanted me to, and it had made me realise something quite blatant.
I had a big crush on my Art teacher.
Yes, all my friends were right when they teased me, but there was no way in hell they were ever going to find out that they were right.
And there was definitely no way that Gerard himself would figure it out either.
I didn't bother to knock on the door now, it was a habit that hadn't kept with me, and as I opened the door I saw the familiar art room with Gerard sitting at his desk. Paint brush in hand, he was adding small little details to the clay skull he had been working on.
We had moved on to painting our clay works, I had decided to go with a simply guitar like structure (but the first drawing may or may not have been Gerard) and I was sculpting it to be a mirror image of my own at home. Even though I was tempted to do a statue of my beautiful girl sweat pea.
Gerard didn't seem to notice the door open nor me stepping in, as he was simply so absorbed in his work. Was I wrong to say that his concentration face was adorable? But then again I found anything the guy did adorable, I wasn't one to judge.
Placing my bag onto the table again quietly, I got my stool and walked over towards the desk. Most of the times I was up here we would either do some grading, put art work or art supplies away or he was simply teaching me those classes on metamorphism, that he had promised me on the first afternoon that we had spent together.
"It's looking pretty awesome sir" I said quietly, not wanting to startle him.
Luckily, I hadn't and his hand slowly moved away with his brush, and his beautiful hazel eyes lifted up to mine, a grin creasing in his lips.
"It needs a lot more work, but thank you" he hummed, still fixated on his work.
I nodded, inspecting the skull further. It was mostly white, but the way he was skilfully adding black to the sculpture, it was looking more like a skull mask. Black eye sockets, sharp jaws that were starting to be shaded and a rough sketch of teeth for a mouth. Then again, you wouldn't expect anything less from an awesome art teacher like Gerard.
"It looks pretty close to done."
His beautiful hazel eyes flickered up to catch mine for a glimpse of a second, my heart giving that little extra shudder as they soon fell back down to his work. There was a soft smirk on his lips, and it caused that familiar feeling to stir in the bottom of my stomach as I simply watched him work.
"It needs about three more coats."
He placed one more stroke of black paint onto his work before placing it delicately onto the table, as if he was placing a piece of fine china down. His movements were done with such beauty, elegance and precision. I knew that I probably shouldn't have been watching his movements so carefully, analysing and finding the beauty in everything he did. But, that wasn't going to stop me anytime soon.
Looking up, Gerard had a grin on his face.
"Now, what shall we get on with today?"
~
The hour we spent together moved as quickly as it usually did, it mostly consisted of sorting out the books in the back of the room, helping Gerard grading some art again, and tidying up the room a little.
We carried a conversation at a nice pace, after all we had seemingly grown somewhat comfortable around each other. It was nice, after all it was comforting to be around him. Gerard was one of the only reasons I bothered to even come to school, not that I was willing to tell anyone that in the first place.
While we were sharing information, I had even found out that Gerard has a habit of smoking outside of school hours, has an unhealthy obsession for coffee and was proud to call himself sober. And once in class, we had even ended up leaving a little earlier to share a cigarette before my mother arrived to pick me up.
Gerard was becoming more of a friend than a teacher.
Though, he had given me a small lecture about smoking and how it wasn't good for you, but that hadn't stopped us from taking further drags of the lit cigarettes in between our fingers.
Now, it was about 10 minutes before my detention would finish for the afternoon, and I had just texted my mother that it was time to be picked up. She was making a real effort to do work at home, and her boss was totally fine with that thankfully, so most afternoons it would be her giving me a lift home.
We had finished our work quite quickly, so this left us some time to simply talk and not do anymore work. It was nice, and yet again as I had said before this was one of the many reasons I wanted to even come to school in the first place.
"How many concerts have you seen? What's the furthest you've travelled?"
I was leaning against the tables, fiddling with my phone in my hand as I waited for my mother to return my text. My eyes were watching Gerard again, I focused on his figure. He had found himself at the board, writing up some notes for his early class tomorrow morning. Drawing small illustrations around his paragraphs, he seemed to look like he was getting quite into it.
"About 5 concerts, and the furthest I have travelled is to England. I went with my brother for some prac for becoming a teacher. My mother made us bring many sweets back" He dwelled on the memory slightly, finishing a small drawing on the board.
I turned the phone over in my hand, and I couldn't help but let the tone in his voice calm me. It was soft, gentle and last but not least musical. How does one get such an amazing voice as he has? Must have been an amazing splice of genetics.
"Lucky, I have only been able to attend 3 so far" I huffed softly, earning a chuckle from him.
"Maybe we could attend one together at some point? After all, I'm sure that your mum would have no problem with you attending something like that with someone of a parental age"
Gerard was right about this, even if it was something that was slightly creepy. My mother absolutely loved Gerard and seemed to trust him quite a lot with taking care of me. It wasn't a mystery after all, with all of his kindness and his amazing attitude it would make anyone's mother trust their child's life in Gerard's hands.
Then again, it meant that she didn't find it weird I wanted to spend more time with him outside of school. My mother knew a lot about him, because I told her quite a lot about him when she was actually at home when I was, and she had a pretty good idea that both Gerard and I got along quite well and were quite similar.
"It's scary that you can get along with parents so well" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.
"It's a handy skill. Plus, your mother is quite a nice lady." He shot back to me as he turned back to face me.
He placed his white board markers back on his table as he started to place the last of his belongings into his shoulder bag. I knew it was growing closer to when we were both going to leave, and it made me grow a bit wary that I hadn't heard anything from my mum yet. Maybe something happened to her?
"Has your mother answered?" Gerard asked as he swung his bag over his shoulder, making his way back over to me as he then leaned on the table beside me. I shrugged simply, now fiddling with my piercing
"No, wait she just did"
Flicking the on button and sliding the bar, I quickly entered my passcode and the message popped up. My eyes quickly scanned over my mother's text, and I felt a weird and slightly anxious feeling stir in the bottom of my stomach.
From: Ma
Hey honey! I'm sorry I can't pick you up this afternoon, as my boss gave me some extra work to do. Also, I have been told that I am able to attend a special convention in the next week, and it's overseas in Australia. I want to talk to you about it more when I get home, but for the meantime are you able to get Mr Way to drop you home? And be nice and order a pizza for you two or something.
I am so sorry again, love you lots.
"Um, there might be a small problem with the whole mum coming to pick me up thing; she can't exactly make it" I said with a slight nervousness in my voice, sending a quick reply of 'I understand and I love you too'. Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I pushed myself off of the desk.
"Well, why don't I just take you home then?" Gerard suggested, pushing off after me and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He had that grin on his face, and I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip shyly.
Sure, I would like him to drive me home and I sure as hell would like him to stay and have dinner with me, but wasn't that a bit weird to ask a teacher something like that? I'm sure he would think I was even weirder than he already knew I was. I didn't want to push him too far.
"I don't want to bother you" I rebutted as we made our way over to the door.
"Oh don't worry about it Frankie. It's the least I can do. No complaints" Gerard simply chuckled as he shot me a comforting grin. The way that his eyes dug into mine there was no way you could say no to him. It would be like kicking a puppy, and I'm pretty sure no one wants to see something like that.
"Fine" I huffed. "But, you have to stay and have pizza."
Okay, I said it. And now there was no taking it back neither.
It was daunting waiting for him to answer, I'm not joking it felt like the mere seconds it had taken him to reply had stretched into unforgiving and antagonising hours. In the bottom of my stomach I felt like he was going to say no, well I was sure as hell thought he would. Gerard was a cool guy, and probably had some type of plans for his night.
Right?
"Well, if you put it that way, we better be getting cheese pizza." Gerard locked the door, turning to me after locking the classroom like always.
I never knew how he did it, but Gerard always seemed to be in quite a happy and chipper mood for someone who was a teacher, after all, I don't think I could keep up the positive stigma after being around so many feral teenagers for days on end.
Though, at his reply my eyes lit up. I was a little baffled on why he would want to spend more of his afternoon with me after spending an hour with me in detention, but I wasn't going to be objecting or complaining about his choice. Mentally, I was a lot more enthusiastic than I was letting off to be.
"Sure, cheese pizza sounds like heavenly" I replied, and we then started to make our way towards the car park.
Well wasn't this going to be an interesting night?
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