Tell Me I'm A Bad Man [Teacher/Student Frerard]

Twenty-two - The Aftermath Is Secondary

"Oh, so now he calls."

I ran a hand through my hair, pulling my knees closer to my chest. "Shut up, Bob."

He laughed. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to tell you something."

"Which is...?"

"I have a boyfriend."

He let out a low whistle. "Whoa, Frank - your first boyfriend. How does it feel?"

"Fuck off. Just because you've never had a boyfriend in your life."

"Actually, I have, you just didn't know about it." A doorbell rang in the background. "Aaaaand my booty call is here. I'm going."

"You whore."

"Oh, I know." He laughed. "Bye!"

"See ya!"

"Oh, wait!"

"What? Did you run out of condoms or something?"

"You're so funny. You're probably more likely to run out of condoms, with this boyfriend of yours."

I snorted. "He bought extra."

"Ah, good one. Anyway, yeah - I want to meet him."

My eyes widened. "No chance."

"Why not?"

"I'll tell you later - you go get a dick in your ass or something."

I hung up before he could reply, rubbing my forehead with one hand, while answering my phone (which had started up again) with the other.

"Fucking hell, Bob." I sighed, hearing a familiar laugh that wasn't Bob's.

"Last time I checked, Frank, I wasn't called Bob." Gerard said, and I rolled my eyes.

"The heck do you want?"

"Am I not allowed to call my boyfriend and ask to take him out for a coffee?"

"Gerard?" I said, and he 'mm'ed in response. "It's Tuesday."

"Yeah, and...?"

"You said you weren't seeing me today."

"I changed my mind - Jesus Christ, can we just meet for coffee?"

"Yes, okay, keep your thong on."

"I'm not wearing a thong. In fact, I'm not wearing any underwear at all."

I straightened up. "You're not?"

"Nope."

"Oh...good." A smile spread on my face, and I stood up. "Where do you want me to meet you?"

"Town? Outside that coffee shop next to, uh, the music store."

I paused. "Helpful."

"You know where I mean!"

"Opposite Starbucks?"

"Yes. Starbucks is expensive as shit, so I'm not buying that."

I laughed, pulling off my tie and stuffing it in my bag, following that with pulling a jumper over my head. "Now I know where you mean. I'm on my way."