My teacher - Frerard fan fiction

Blood

I smile back before shutting the door. Mr Way seems so normal. I know most teaches are but he seems more like a friend than a teacher. He's the only one of the many teachers I've ever had that seem to really care about the students. He wasn't bothered about the gay thing either.

Unfortunately I had maths next, something I was completely shit at. Heading towards the maths block I realise how long I spent with Mr Way. I'm late, crap. I start running, holding my back pack tightly as I do so.

As I turn around the corner I'm pulled back, I loose my balance and have to crash my self into the wall beside me to not fall on my back. I turn around.

A tall boy towers over me. Danny Grimsby. He has bleach blonde hair that falls perfectly over his face, slightly curling at the ends. Blue eyes that look so kind but I know better. 'What do you want Grimsby?' I spit at him. 'Watch your tone fag.'

'Make be mother fucker.' Quickly I launch me fist at him but he grabs it in his big hand before punching me right in the face. It hurts like hell, I feel myself fall on the floor.

He then kicks me repeatedly. My pain slowly fades as I blank out, black floods my eyes, dizzy feeling rushes around my body.

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Ouch. Pain floods my senses as I regain consciousness. I squeeze my eyes before I open them fully. I feel a soft feeling beneath me, pillows around my head. My sight comes back.

This isn't school. But it's not home either. It's someone's living room! And I'm laid on their sofa... Scratching my head, I look around.

The room is nicely furnished, red curtains and sofa with a glass coffee table placed in the middle. There are hundreds of drawing scattered across it.

I find the strength to climb off the comfy seat to hunch over the table. Flicking through the sketches, there are amazing drawings of fish, singers, food, landscapes, mostly normal. However picking out one from the middle of the pile makes my heart race.

It's a picture of me, sleeping, my scorpion tattoo drawn in amazing detail. Although it's amazing I'm creeped out. WHO IS THIS PERSON AND WHY AM I IN MY HOUSE?

As I stand I see a note stuck on the TV. It's written messily on a yellow sticky note. '

'DEAR FRANK, YOU LOOKED REALLY HURT. ALTHOUGH IVE ONLY BEEN HERE A DAY I HAVE ALREADY REALISED HOW CRAP THAT SCHOOL NURSE IS! I BROUGHT YOU BACK HERE SO YOU COULD SLEEP. I HOPE YOU DONT MIND, I CLEANED THE BLOOD OFF OF YOU, I DIDNT WANT YOU WAKING UP A MESS....THERE ARE PAIN KILLERS IN THE DRAW AND FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, IM AT SCHOOL SO I WILL C U TOMORROW, MR WAY :)'

Wow. This guy is the nicest person I have ever met. Jesus he's basically ...well... Jesus! I can't help but smile at this act of kindness. Wait, it was Mr Way who drew that picture!! What does this mean?

Confusion. I shake my head and grab my bag and hoodie. Pulling a pen out I write. 'THANKS :)' on the sticky note, underneath his writing. I leave but not without taking the picture. Hopefully he won't realise it's gone. I notice how nice his house is. It's modern but cosy all the same. Its also very near mine.

Walking down the road I check my phone for the time. 2:35. I've got time to kill, I don't want to explain to mom why I'm not at school. I decide to go to Starbucks. Home of coffee and cake.

Sipping on my cappuccino I start to think about Mr Ways drawing. He made me look so innocent and peaceful, almost like an angel. It makes me feel special somehow. Like someone finally finds me attractive. But I know he probably doesn't.

He's a 22 year old teacher, who's probably straight for gods sake! But I can't help feel liked and cared by him. Even after one day. He seemed to get me and agree to what I say, it was refreshing.

What would it like to be with him? To be underneath his warmth, in his strong grip, smelling his aroma? I need to know. It's not fair! How come the only guy who takes interest in me is straight, 22 , a teacher and illegal?!