Frank P.O.V

I thought about him all night. It was safe to say that I had dreamt about our moment together. The fact that our love was most definitely illegal made him more and more appealing to me. My cheeks flushed bright red thinking about him, I turned over to face the wall. It was a good job I wasn't with Bella, even though she had asked me to come over. I couldn't be around her, when the only person that I could think about was Mr Way. She'd know instantly that something was wrong, or immediately think that there was something wrong with her- and there wasn't. She was the perfect girl, with more respect for her body than most of the girls at our school. I couldn't even imagine her touching me when I could only think of him.

Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. There was no chance in hell that I could've slept. He was on my mind, a strong force kicking away my need for sleep. Sighing, I swung my legs over the side of my bed. If I wasn't going to sleep in until late, I made it a point to go and eat breakfast. I pulled on some old tracksuit pants, neglecting to put on a shirt, before staggering downstairs. I could smell my mom cooking breakfast, the way she would every single morning without fail. She slaved away over his family, and although I never showed it, I loved her very much.

"Morning momma." I said, tapping the doorway as I stood in it. She jumped, turning to me with a red, flustered face. She was surprised that I had even bothered to wake up, without her having to come to my room and prod me until I got up.

"Oh, you're awake. Are you ill?" She asked with a joke, I pretended to find it funny. She laughed heartily as I sat down on the counter next to her, as she chopped up fruit for my younger siblings. She cared for all of us, even if it was just providing us with fruit. I stole a piece of strawberry from the cutting board, as she shooed me away. Chuckling, I wandered over to the dining table. I hadn't realised how early it was, until I noticed that I was up at the same time as my mom.

"Mom, what time is it?" I asked, looking out of the window. I heard her mumble, as she fumbled in her back pocket for her phone. I heard the click of the lock button, the sound of her concentrating.

"Ten past seven honey. I'm surprised that your body's even functioning this early." She joked, I rolled my eyes.

I realised, that if I got dressed now, I would be able to catch Mr Way before school start. That thought made me smile widely, I pushed my chair backwards. My mom pulled a shocked face, before placing strawberries into the palm of my hand. I jogged up the stairs, back to my room. I threw on clothes, my mind urging me to be faster. It wanted to be in the presence of Mr Way again. He made my mind melt, my heart race so quickly that I almost had heart attacks. Standing in the mirror, I made sure that my hair was perfect, running a hand through it. I'm sure that he wouldn't have minded whether I looked amazing or not, I could tell by his eyes last night that he loved me. Whether that was unconditional, I'd find out later.

Jogging back down the stairs, I noticed that my mom was still busy in the kitchen. I called goodbye to her, taking my phone out of my pocket to check the time. It was half seven now, meaning that our time alone wouldn't be long enough. We'd have to wait until my detention after school, when we'd be more or less alone in the entire building.

Luckily for me, my school wasn't too far away from my house. A five minute walk- give or take. Huffing, I walked to school. Never had I ever bothered to use my legs in this way before. I hated unnecessary exercise- but, if it meant avoiding delays and spending time with Mr Way, I'd walk everywhere for the rest of my life. Smiling when I saw his car parked, I dug my hands into my pockets, balling them up into fists. I was more than excited, so much so that my feelings were more than unexplainable. They were a huge mush, as would my words be when I walked into his room. As I neared the flight of stairs that led to the science labs, my heart began to beat faster. If I would've been four decades or so older I would've dropped dead on the spot from a serious heart attack.

Pacing myself, catching my breath, I scaled the stairs. I did so as quickly as I could- I tried not to run. I would've tired myself out before I had even got anywhere near his room. My footsteps echoed in the empty halls, the only lights on in the entire corridor were the ones in his room. Biting my bottom lip, holding my hand out, I knocked three times. My teeth pinched my lip skin, but my lustful feelings overpowering any feelings of pain. I heard him call something, so I took a deep breath in, slowly opening the door.
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Song Of The Chapter- Wishing (If I Had A Photograph Of You) by A Flock Of Seagulls

A.N
I'M BACK!!! Well, as much as I can be back really. I'll explain my absence for you all:

1. The Manchester bombing event really put me out of my creative streak. I actually cried because somebody from outside my city didn't understand why I was so upset. Anyway- To fuck with them, eh?

2. I've had 9 exams (I think- there's loads) and I've been revising like mad :/ I've still got loads left and with me being mentally drained by them I'd rather have quality updates than filler chapters because I've been to tired to think of decent things to write

3. I'm currently working on a non-fanfictions story that I actually really adore. It's kind of weird, kinds of like AHS hotel- but hey, it's my own characters and Evan Peters and Lady Gaga aren't in it ):

4. I have a tags/rants book so it would be lovely if people could tag me in shit and suggest things for me to like comment on. Give me some taboo shit idk man <3

Sorry for the long-ass author's note, if just rather address my absence than pretend it didn't happen