One New Message From:
Gerard <3
Frank,
I highly request your company this evening in the teacher's parking lot. From there, we will adjourn to my humble abode for a night of festivities. I await eagerly for your response.
-Gxoxo
I couldn't help but grin down at the message. He didn't know how to be informal, did he?
When I first messaged him back, I had actually tried to sound smart in return but over time, I'd kinda given up on that. I knew he was my teacher but I didn't need to reply with a fucking essay.
To: Gerard <3
see you after school :) xx
The contrast between our messages always made me laugh. He was so smart, fucking hell.
My last lesson seemed to drag on. Probably because I was excited about going over to Gerard's house. By the time Music was finally over, all I wanted to do was rush over to the car park and meet him. However, I obviously couldn't do that.
Instead, I packed my stuff up slowly and then headed for the boys toilets. This was turning into a routine now.
After I'd forced myself to stay in there doing fuck all for at least five minutes, I walked as slowly as possible to the car park. There were still some students dotted about so I took a detour through the building closest to the car park. By detour, I meant the longer way.
We had an understanding now that instead of waiting for me by his car, Mr Way would wait inside it instead. It didn't look as obvious that way.
He was doing just that when I finally got to his car and I climbed into the passenger side, shutting the door.
"No one saw me." I said instantly. That was always the first question he asked me.
He nodded before starting the engine. "I trust you enjoyed your day?"
"Seeing you was the highlight. It usually is." I stared out of the window as he pulled out of the car park and started down the road.
When he didn't reply, I looked at him again. He was smiling a little as he drove and I liked to think that I was the cause of that smile.
The rest of the drive was more or less silent which wasn't like him at all. Something was up, I could tell.
"Are you okay?" I asked as he parked in his drive.
He turned off the engine and sat back in his seat, sighing. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "To be abundantly honest, I am not."
"What's up?" I turned in my seat so I was facing him more.
He stayed quiet but eventually looked at me, biting his lip in thought. "Just troublesome ex's, that's all."
"What's happened?" I tried not to feel jealous. There was literally no reason to be at all. What was wrong with me?
"Lindsey won't let me see my own daughter." He sighed again.
"Why?" I frowned.
His response was to say, "Immature," and to get out of the car.
I quickly followed suit because he was apparently going straight for the house. Man, he really was in a bad mood. It was my job to cheer him up.
When I shut the front door behind me, I was determined to lift his mood in some way. However, it looked like he was going to avoid this conversation by going into the kitchen.
"Sir?" I stopped him before he could leave the room. He paused, his back to me.
"Yes, Iero?"
It looked like he wouldn't be turning around anytime soon. I dropped my bag by the door and went over to him, moving round until I was in front of him.
"Is there any reason why she won't let you?"
He shrugged, "She's convinced I'm not serious enough about caring for Bandit. That is downright bullshit."
I frowned after hearing that. "But why? I don't get it."
"Now you apprehend how I feel."
This didn't really make sense. Mr Way cared about his daughter a hell of a lot. You had to be an idiot not to see that.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I um I hope she comes around." I wasn't sure what else to say. I was too inexperienced to know what it was like to have a kid and an irritating ex.
"I hope so too, Frank." He looked down and took a deep breath before looking back up and smiling at me. "My apologies. You don't want to listen to my griping."
"It's okay." I started fiddling with part of his shirt that had come untucked out of the top of his pants.
He watched my hands for a moment before saying, "I am unbelievably fortuitous to have you. You mean a lot to me."
I couldn't help but beam at him. "I um... You're not fortunate or... However you say that word. I'm the lucky one."
He shook his head so I nodded mine in retaliation. "I seriously am. You can just shut up because I am."
He laughed lightly. "If you insist."
"Yeah, I do." I agreed.
His arms appeared around my waist and he moved closer to me, ghosting his lips over my jawline. "However, do know that I am the most fortunate. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you."
"Wait, seriously?" I pulled away a little and widened my eyes slightly.
He nodded, "You have always been my favourite student, Frank. You're special."
I grinned before pulling his mouth down to meet mine.
He never failed to make me feel like I was walking on air. Why did he think that he was the lucky one? He had no idea how happy I was.
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So, guys, I just finished my coursework for this year which means I have no more written work to do until September :) This story will be over by then hopefully.
Expect more frequent updates now I don't have to worry about college work. Yay! (If that is a good thing)
-Beth :3
