***smut***
***Kellins POV***
I hate having to work late.
Usually, I wouldn't mind, but I had plans tonight. Well, they weren't importantplans, but I just wanted to kick back and relax, while watching a movie or something.
But instead, I'm stuck in the music room of Clairemont High, cleaning out used instruments. I guess it's kind of my job to, though. I am the music teacher, after all. The only times I ever get help cleaning the instruments are when the students get in trouble, and it's their punishment.
It's currently 5:30pm, and school ended at 4:00pm. My hands have been working away for an hour and a half, making the brass instruments nice and shiny, just for them to get coated in spit, and ruined all over again.
I sigh, and place down the tuba I am working on. I go to the sink, where the students wash their mouthpieces and reeds, to wash my hands. I lather soap on them, and turn on the tap for the water. I sigh in content, as I wash the soap off. It feels nice to have clean hands once again.
I dry them with paper towel, and walk to my desk, sitting in the red wheelie chair. I spin myself around a couple times, before looking through some papers. I have to grade some music tests before I can go home. I only have about 10 or so to mark, so it shouldn't take that long, really.
I pick up the first test on the small pile, and check the name. 'Jesse (: hiMr. Quinn!'
I smile slightly, and write next to it 'HeyJesse!'.
Jesse is a good kid. He plays guitar wonderfully. I look at the first question.
'What doyoudowhenafermataisshownonabarof music?
a) repeatthebarofmusic
b) donotplaythenoteitis above
c) holdthenoteforlonger
d) playnotequietly
Jesse has c) circled. I give him a check mark.
I scroll down to the next question, but stop when I hear something. I listen closely, and stiffen in my seat. That's fucking footsteps.
They're getting closer. It's probably just another teacher. I get up quickly, and look out the window that shows the parking lot.
There's only one car out there.
My car.
I swear under my breath, and run back to my desk. Why am I such a wuss? I duck under the desk, and stay dead silent. I listen to the footsteps as they become clearer and clearer.
They enter the room, and I want to let out a sob, but I refrain myself from doing so.
"Mr. Quinn?" The person asks. The voice sounds so fucking familiar, but I can't place a name. If this person knows me, and I may know them, it should be safe.
"Right here." I say, coming up from the spot under my desk. I look up, and see him.
Principal Fuentes. I gulp, and sit on the chair, waiting for him to say something. "Why were you under your desk?" He asks, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.
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Frerard Oneshots
Fanfiction°•. a collection of frerard oneshots; mostly smut, but you'll get your fill of fluff, as well. please feel free to skip the jalex and kellic at the very beginning. enjoi xoxo-- ps. you are most definitely a beautiful human being! please read these i...