Gerard P.O.V

Cupping his cheek, there was a pang of anger inside me. Every point on my moral compass had been completely and utterly ignored. I didn't care- for once I was letting my body control itself. He let out a little giggle, my arms wanting to pick him up and set him down on the counter. Instead, I kept him pressed up against the wall, not allowing him to move an inch. I was beginning to adore the control that I was having over him, more so his obedience. That was probably the teacher in me wanting order within the chaos that had been caused right in front of me.

"Frank. We have to take this slow, do you understand me? We can't let anything get to our heads, people will notice if we do." I said slowly, still holding onto his cheek. His eyes were still full of excitement, looking up at me like an obedient puppy. I smiled, rubbing my thumb across his baby-soft skin. I chuckled, pressing my lips against his for a short time. He whimpered as I pulled away, his hand wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Your detention's almost over." I teased, squeezing his cheek. He let out a long, deep sigh, still clinging onto me like a baby monkey. I intended on making our moments together full of lust- but I wanted to make sure that we were both ready. I would hold out on any action between the pair of us. If any of us wanted to leave, there would be time to do so without forming such a huge attachment to each other.

"Can I stay for another half an hour?" He begged, laughing as I smiled, firmly shaking my head. The both of us had boundaries to respect- even though the most crucial one was crashing and burning before our eyes.

"No. I'm afraid that the both of us have homes to go to. We can't stay hidden away in a store room- even though I know you'd really like that." He shook his head, picking up my hand. I stroked the backs of his, before encouraging him to get his things. Before allowing him to leave my classroom, I stood in front of the door. He smiled innocently, pecking me on the lip, confidently walking from my room.

Smiling brighter than ever, I slicked my hair back, allowing my forehead skin to breathe. My head ached from all of my emotions raging, fighting each other. Sighing, I sat down on the edge of my desk. I stared at the ground, feeling ashamed with myself. My hands balled into fists, as my thoughts began to get more and more violent towards each other. In effect, there was a full-blown civil war occurring inside my skull, sending my body into a spasm of coughing. Struggling to breathe, I staggered over to the sink, leaning over it. The coughing had somewhat paralysed me, leaving me bent over the sink, head aching more and more as the seconds ticked by. I had closed my eyes at that point, scrunching them up like a discarded brown paper-bag. Taking deep breaths, I managed to open my eyes, revealing the horror show in front of me.

Blood. In the sink.

I jumped back from it, a hand running through my hair. I'm seeing things, I told myself, rubbing my eyes. It was still there, the vivid red a huge contrast to the off-white of the sink. I grimaced, slowly stepping backwards. I was confused. My body was probably punishing me for the lack of food that I was allowing it. I vowed to eat a sandwich, as I turned to face my desk, walking quickly towards it. Hastily throwing my coat over my shoulders, gripping onto my laptop as though it was freshly-caught prey, I bolted from my lab.

I wanted to get home. Never had I ever been so insistent on driving at high speeds to the dingy house that I had the audacity to call home. Shivering as cold air hit me like a brick-wall, I tried to regulate my erratic breathing. I had to calm down. I had no idea what had set it off, or what had caused me to hallucinate the blood lying in the sink, but I knew that it was probably a result of the hormones raging through my blood. Grimacing, I twisted the key in the ignition, gaining a little happiness when the car purred to life. Reversing, speeding, the day growing dark, I was beginning to think about mine and Frank's encounters. I was trying to justify them, but every point I made to myself was met with an apposing argument. Pulling into my driveway, turning the engine off, I hung my head in shame. I was having a somewhat relationship with a student- something completely forbidden in the wacky world of teaching. Shaking my head, scooping up my objects, I trudged towards my front door, fishing in my coat pocket for the key.

A pain in my stomach reminded me of the promise that I had made to my body. I would eat- something other than snacks- for the first time in a while. I hoped and prayed that any thoughts of food would cover up my thoughts of Frank, or the blood in the sink. To my dismay, as I cut into the sandwich that I didn't really want, the only thing in my mind was how soft his skin was.

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Song Of The Chapter- Snake Handler Part 1 by Kissing Cousins

A.N

So, I haven't updated this story (many others) in a very long time! That is because my life is incredibly busy and I have no time to write atm (sadly) ):

Anyway, if you could, because I'm a twat and you all love and support me, could you please check out my non-frerard story 'You Adore Me'. It would mean a lot to me, as one day I hope to have it published one day, or even made into a film (if I make it into the film industry...)

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P.S

If the layout of the stories look a little different, that is because I'm on my laptop, as Wattpad is crashing my phone, and making me very angery...