Gerard's teaching style was only marginally more successful than Frank's, however the faults in his lay not in the lack of enthusiasm and complacency with doing very little at all, but more so over exertion, and to the point where he was boring students by just talking, however it only seemed to be his Thursday morning and Friday afternoon class that seemed to be exempt from the above.

The Thursday morning and Friday afternoon class, were what Gerard liked to call the 'good class', as in the class he'd put all the really enthusiastic people and the students he actually liked, which was of course something Lindsey frowned upon, especially since Gerard, being head of the department, got first choice in students, and she was usually left with the less than adequate ones, but Gerard reckoned he needed a class that would be happy to just paint and ask him about the upcoming weekend for an hour, especially in consideration of what had happened last night.

Last night, after school, with Mr Iero.

Of course, very little had actually happened with Mr Iero, and Gerard was more so focused upon the revelations that had come as of a result of it; the absent minded destructive temperament of his mind when it was left alone in the aftermath of Frank's smile, and the quote Gerard had kept, and the mess they'd made between them.

Because Frank was undeniably cute, and fuck, he was annoying as hell, of course, but Gerard knew by now that he was oddly drawn to the man; he'd probably even volunteer to continue help him decorate his classroom, because quite honestly, they really hadn't gotten much done, having favoured shameless half flirting, half insulting instead, not that Gerard minded.

Not that Gerard minded at all.

And he smiled to himself, sipping his coffee, leaned up against the front of his desk as he looked over the class - his favourite class, by a mile, and simply because it was so damn quiet in here, and he could actually think straight for once, of course, though, Gerard wasn't thinking straight as he doubted that he'd managed to do so in about fifteen years now, not that he really minded, of course.

However, it was only a matter of time before someone noticed the latest 'quote' pinned proudly to the quote board on the wall of his classroom, and that certain someone was Chantal Claret, who had gotten up in search of some more paint, but had laid her eyes on so much more.

Gerard did really like Chantal; she had common sense, she excelled in art, and she was more than happy to make casual small talk with him when he felt like it, and most of all, she was one of the very few students who didn't seem to care at all about the now rampant rumours regarding Mr Way and Mr Iero, however, in that moment, that all seemed to fade away, as Chantal stopped dead before the quote board, her eyes widening a little as she seemed to read the quote back to herself far too many times.

Gerard swallowed, hard, waiting for the inevitable, for her to scream something out to the class, and the whole room to explode in panic and gossip, and for him to be harassed with question upon question for the rest of his life, however, Chantal didn't opt for that option, and simply, placed the paint she'd been searching for back in her place, before making her way to the front of the room, meeting Mr Way's eyes as she did.

"Can I speak to you, sir?" She asked in a somewhat hushed tone, the two sharing a look of knowing, as Gerard inhaled sharply, before leading her into the supply cupboard on the pretence of helping her find some random art supply she may or may not ever need.

"It's the quote thing, isn't it?" Gerard closed the door behind them, exhaling loudly as he leaded back against the wall and racked his brains for some sort of plausible excuse, however, it really seemed like God was anything but on his side today.

Chantal blushed a little, her lips turning up into an awkward smile, "yeah..." she paused, "I mean, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, Mr Way, but, I have heard the rumours, we've all heard the rumours, and I was just wondering what is going on with you and Frank. He doesn't teach me, but I've heard that he is a nice guy, I've heard that you stare at him a lot."

"Not a lot..." Gerard blushed, trailing off a little, "maybe like once or twice, but... okay, yesterday I stayed after school to help him decorate his classroom; he has room sixty nine, you know what kind of a wreck that room's in after Mr Cocking left, and..." Gerard exhaled loudly, taking a moment to remind himself what he was doing, but he trusted Chantal, and she knew like hell that if this got out he would not hesitate to give her an F, because yes, Mr Way was just that kind of teacher.

"Did something happen?" She asked, her voice hushed.

Gerard shook his head, "no, nothing between us, but... something happened in my head, because before then I'd kind of been brushing it off, and laughing it all the rumours, because me and an English teacher, and Mr Iero is the kind of guy who wears cardigans, and... but I guess, I don't know, I judged him before I really knew him, because... I don't even know what to say, but he's cute, god he's cute, and he's just... I'm drawn to him, in an odd sense, I just want to spend time with him, just talk about nothing with him, like I want to... I want to spend every moment with him, and I don't even know what this is, because I..."

"You have such a crush on him." Chantal told it to him straight then and there.

Gerard's eyes widened, not breathing for a moment, because perhaps all it had taken was for Chantal to say it aloud, because, "fuck."

"It's obvious, Mr Way, you really do, look, I won't tell anyone, but you really should talk to him about this, because you know, the two of you are adults, after all?"

Gerard blushed a little, "I'm not so sure..." He shook his head in disbelief, "is it bad to say that he makes me nervous?"

"It only reinforces just how head over heels you are for him, but no, it's not bad. It's kind of cute, actually, I wish you luck, sir." And with that, Chantal met her art teacher with a smile, before making her way back into the classroom.

-

"Megan, are you sure I can't set your hair on fire?"

Ryan was sat in his maths class; he didn't wish to be for much longer, and the lighter in his front pocket, and Megan's long, curly, shit, blonde hair was a surefire solution to that.

"No." Megan shook her head firmly, her hair moving as she did so, and moving perhaps just a little too close to Ryan's lighter.

"No." Ryan mocked her, but Megan did say the word 'no' like an idiot so he had his reasons to causally make fun of her - it was just a bit of banter anyway, and this was probably the most unlikely friendship in the world, but it worked, somehow. "If I set half of your head on fire you'll be more like Michael Clifford, you know?" Ryan added, clicking his lighter in a vaguely unnerving manner.

"Yes, but I don't want to be Michael Clifford, I want to fuck Michael Clifford, also Mr Petty - do you think he's up for a threesome? Ryan, oh my god, do you think Mr Petty's bi-"

Megan was cut off as the classroom door opened, revealing Mr Urie stood there kind of awkwardly, and suddenly every cell in Ryan's body seem to wake up, with an uncontrollable urge to get Mr Urie's attention.

And okay, Ryan wasn't thinking straight, well, anything but straight, but he seemed to have lost all common sense as he met Mr Urie's gaze and punched Megan straight in the face.

"Fuck, oh my god, I'm sorry I didn't mean to punch you in the face!" Ryan exclaimed, unable to control the homosexual wave that had come over him, but needless to say, he'd gotten Mr Urie, and the rest of the classroom's attention.

"You didn't mean to? I'm bleeding! Ryan, look! I'm bleeding!" Megan gestured to her lip - there was literally one tiny spot of blood. "I'm dying, Ryan, I need Mr Petty to come save me-"

Mr Urie began to cough in an extremely indiscreet and homosexual manner, "Ryan, my office now," and perhaps he was just a little too enthusiastic, but maybe Ryan was too, as he grabbed his bag and made his way out of maths, with a wave in Megan's direction.

However Megan wasn't over the tiny spot of blood on her lip and was having some sort of white girl crisis because she'd gotten blood on her weird pink grunge sandals that looked a bit like a medieval torture device, like a muzzle they put on people's faces, but in a pastel pink shoe; she also wore them with socks.

However, Ryan had soon forgotten that Megan even existed the very minute that he even made eye contact with Mr Urie.

The two walked in silence to Mr Urie's office; Brendon leading them, not like Ryan could make his way there with his eyes closed or anything - the two had just opted to forget all about that for the time being, like the responsible adult and teacher that Mr Urie was.

Ryan had always been a favourite of Brendon's though, and that was largely based on the fact that he always closed the goddamn door, and without even being asked, and perhaps that just about made up for all the shit he did - just about.

"So... Ryan..." Mr Urie let out a very unenthusiastic sigh as he sat down in his chair, "why did you punch Megan?"

"I don't know what came over me, sir." Ryan answered, sitting down, and well, it wasn't too far from the truth, because in all honesty, he kind of didn't, but he knew well enough why he'd considered it.

"You made her bleed, and she's probably crying now... I thought you two were friends or something?" Mr Urie continued, trying his best to pretend he gave just the tiniest little shit about Megan Clifford at all.

"I make sure I hospitalise all my friends, sir, it's a true sign of friendship, you remember Jon and the fire? You're just glad we're not pals, sir, or I'll probably break your arm, or something." Ryan joked, brushing off, because he knew that there was no way in hell he'd ever break Mr Urie's arm, anyone else's though, within in an instant, and without a single doubt.

"Yeah, so, like, come on, Ryan, just lie and tell me it was an accident then I have less paperwork and you can go back to maths-"

"Why the fuck would I want to go back to maths, sir, are you insane?" Ryan exclaimed, his eyes widening a little.

"Point." He shrugged it off, reaching for some paperwork and handing it to Ryan, "fill this in and you can stay for this lesson."

Ryan's face turned up into a smile as he grabbed a pen, glancing over the sheet, and scribbling some bullshit where it seemed necessary, because it seriously wasn't like anyone actually read this shit, was it?

"Ryan..." Mr Urie began, his voice shaking a little, "about last time, and... I... that I-"

"When I sucked your cock?" Ryan looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah... look... I'm sorry, you didn't tell anyone, did you? Because it looked like it bothered you, and I'm sorry, because you act like you're all daring, but you're just a kid, Ryan, aren't you, and I know I'm a shitty teacher but I still should have known better not to take advantage of you like that." Brendon sighed, turning away.

"You didn't take advantage of me, sir, I want... I... I would suck your cock again, right now, if you wanted me to." Ryan let his gaze travel down to his headteacher's crotch, in the most casual manner that he could possibly muster. "I didn't tell anyone though... but it's fine, sir, I don't hate you or anything, it's just a thing, it's like how I hospitalise all my friends, I give people blowjobs all the time.... I'm pretty sure I gave Jon once in exchange for some geography homework a few months ago, actually."

"It's probably better if we don't talk about this again, then, I'm sorry, Ryan, I like you, you're a good kid, you're amusing, as much as I hate to admit it, and punching Megan in the face, don't tell anyone I said it, but fucking well done!"

"Megan's my friend, sir." Ryan added, grinning a little as he passed Brendon back the paperwork. "But, hey... sir, you know because you feel all guilty because I'm victimised and shit? Can I have my weed back?" He gestured to the draw.

Mr Urie bit his lip, blushing a little, "sorry, Ryan, but... I don't actually have your weed anymore..."

"Unbelievable." And Ryan fucking started clapping, because Mr Urie definitely deserved a physical award for being the worst teacher ever.

-

Speaking of terrible teachers, Gerard was messaging his brother on his laptop during his art lesson.

This was one of his shit classes, so it wasn't like it mattered; half of them were just texting their friends and doing fuck all anyway, so it was only fair, wasn't it?

And at the very least, this was a distraction to keep them from talking about Frank, and noticing the new addition to his display, because Mr Way had opted to begin measuring classes' shittiness in regards to how much they spoke about the purely fictional relationship between Mr Way and Mr Iero.

This class was the absolute worst, the shitlords, as he would put it politely.

Perhaps he really shouldn't mentally refer to his students as shitlords, but Mr Way took pride in the fact that he was one of the few teachers who had never even kissed a student, because quite a few had regular sexual relationships.

Gerard couldn't help but wonder where Frank lay in regards to teacher student relationships: something in his gut said that Frank would never get involved in that, or perhaps that was just him getting his hopes up.

Gerard soon found himself torn away from Mikey discussing the mountain Pete gave him a piggyback ride up yesterday, as the class erupted into mass panic, and screaming, Jesus Christ, Gerard hated kids.

"What's going on?" He let out an unenthusiastic sigh, stepping forward to find the students gathered around one girl's phone.

"I have received the most shocking text message ever, Mr Way, look at this!" She held her phone vaguely in his direction for about two seconds, before continuing, "Mr Oreo is actually teaching today, like there's a lesson, and they're doing poetry, dear god, what is this? I think he's been possessed, I think you need to go over there, sir, and sort him out."

"I really don't want to know what you're implying by that." Gerard let out a sigh, "get back to work, or I'm confiscating that phone-"

"Oh, but, Mr Way, don't you want to go and laugh at how shit his lesson is, because he can't teach for shit, like-"

"Stop bullying him, he's new, and he's inexperienced!" Gerard protested, making his way back to the front of the room.

"Do you want to give him an extra hand then?" And of course, the class erupted into laughing.

"There's nothing going on between me and Frank, can we just leave it at that?" He let out a sigh, taking a sip of his coffee as he watched the students sit back down at the very least.

"All he ever does in class is talk about you, though, that's why it's such a surprise that he's teaching for once, because all we learn in English is about you, sir." And the omnipresent kid on the back row with the green hair wasn't even lying.

"And what exactly do you learn about me?" And Gerard knew he was going to regret asking that instantaneously, but he liked to live life on the edge, it seemed.

"He thinks you're cute, you know? Like, you two would be really cute together-"

"Hey, oh my god, didn't you stay behind a few days ago to help him 'decorate his classroom'?" A girl Gerard should have probably have known the name of spoke up.

"Yeah."

"Well, his room still looks like fucking horse shit, so you were doing something other than decorating in there? Hey, sir, were you decorating Mr Oreo's dick?" And the laughter that one got was ridiculous.

"Language," Gerard shook his head, "and shut up, no, I wasn't, and yeah, we all know the English department looks crappy as hell - see, look, art!" He gestured to the walls, "art is where it's at- oh my god, I've had an idea, I should totally make an inspiration board for the visit to France."

"The visit to France that isn't happening-"

"Get out. Outside now." And Mr Way wasn't even kidding, because perhaps he was even more infatuated with the idea of the France trip than he was with Mr Iero, not that he actually had any feelings for Frank, at all, of course.

"Frank should totally help you with it."

"Yeah."

"Yes!"

"You should do a lunchtime thing, and some of us could volunteer and you and Frank should be organising the display, because he owes you one, and he's from English, so just tell him you need help with spelling and shit-"

"You'd give up your lunchtime to spend time helping me? You're the shitty I don't care about art class?" Gerard exclaimed, this looking far too good to be true.

"Oh, no, we don't care about the art, we just want to watch you flirt with Frank and like take pictures, and like- oh my god.." He lowered his voice, before continuing, "don't tell him, but we should lock them in the supply close together.

"I heard that." Gerard snapped, shaking his head, "but fine, I can use this as an opportunity to prove just how much we're just friends, you know? And like, I don't have to do this display now, you do, so it's worth it, I guess."

"Do you want me to text my friend who's in his class right now to ask him if he will go on this date with you?"

"It's not a date!" Mr Way exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Of course, it's a date."

"If it was a date, do you really think I'd want there to be like twenty random kids there, as well? And if I was going to take him on a date, I'd take him somewhere better than an art classroom, you know how the English department are, up their own ass, you know? He'd never be impressed by me them."

"Sir, do you think maybe that you've put just a little too much thought into this?"

And there was no denying in that moment, that Gerard was blushing like hell.

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