Gerard P.O.V

All I could feel were mixed emotions. I was sad, knowing that I was at my wits end. I was happy, knowing that I was punishing Frank for ruining Emma's notebook. Then, there was the gnawing feeling of nervousness, as I didn't want to say anything that I regretted when it was just the two of us in a room together. Sitting at my desk, I sighed heavily, resting my head in my hands. School had only just ended, so he was most likely on his way. I was sure of it. I had to make sure that I was my usual self. My usual sarcastic, controlling, smart-ass self. That was where Frank and I were similar.

There was a knock at my door. I called out to whoever it was, obliging them to come inside. It was Frank, he trudged inside, throwing his bag on the floor with an attitude. Raising an eyebrow, I leaned forwards in my seat. He hadn't looked at me yet. Instead, he had his arms on the desk, his head tucked between them. I coughed, reminding him that I was here, and he had a notebook to tape back together. He looked up at me, his face blank. Looking away from him I dug in my desk for the notebook, slowly walking over to him, gently placing both items in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something smart, before quickly holding his lips together.

"You'll stay here for an hour and a half each night, and you'll tape the pages where they're supposed to go," I said, his hands taking the notebook, opening the cover. "You're lucky, she writes the page numbers at the bottom of every page." I said, tapping the desk, returning to my own. He was watching me, and I him. He quickly looked away, trying to find the end of the tape.

I enjoyed watching him- as odd as that sounded. The way he held his bottom lip between his teeth as he concentrated, it was beautiful. It isn't right for a teacher to fall for their student, but when it happens you find yourself in an uncontrollable situation. Seeing them every day, seeing their cutesy habits, it just makes things ten times worse. "Mr Way, do you mean it when you say you have all night?" He asked, ripping strips of tape off, sticking them to the table. I waited until he looked up at me, looking him in the eyes.

"Yes." I said with a shrug, at least I was honest. I didn't have a family, boyfriend or dog to go home to. I could've literally stayed at school watching him tape a book back together, and nobody would've suspected me of being missing.

"You don't have a wife? Or, a girlfriend?" He asked. He was staring at me as he was ripping bits of tape off. At least he's not resisting, I told myself, although I was reluctant to share any personal information with him. Word travels quickly in high school, especially amongst teenagers. They can't keep secrets, they can't have private lives. Everything is public, everything has to be shared with people. "Sorry." He said in my absence of an answer.

"No." I said, figuring that one-worded answers were probably for the best. He nodded, taping the first page into the book, carefully ripping off the extra tape at the bottom of the page. I liked to watch him as he worked, those lips, those eyes. His eyes seemed like they were full of secrets, but I couldn't learn any of them. I would've been sacked, and I couldn't afford to lose a job.

"Boyfriend?"

"Frank. I mean it when I say I have nobody to go home to. Nobody at all. No family, no pets. Just my home." I said confidently, trying to end things whilst they were there heating up. I couldn't allow myself to tell him anything, or for him to tell me anything. I couldn't get attached to him, my job was at risk.

"That must be boring. I mean, having my own place wouldn't be. But being so alone must be, you know, lonely." He said, he was looking at me now. I was looking down at my desk, trying not to look into his eyes. They drew me in, they persuaded me to talk to him.

"Frank." I said, reminding the both of us that we were in detention. He was there because he was an ass to that poor girl, and I was there because my stupid brain thought that it was a good idea. Yet, he continued to stare at me.

"If you answer my questions honestly, I'll fix this stupid book," He began with a sigh, holding the book in his hands, "Please?" He added, there was a cute innocence in his eyes. I let out a loud sigh, tapping the desk. I knew that he would ask inappropriate questions, but I found myself wanting to answer all of them. A voice in my head reminded me that sharing too much personal information with him would lose me my job. It took merely seconds of debating with myself to come to a decision. I tapped the desk again, letting out an angered sigh.

"Fine." I growled, bawling my hands into fists. I was looking into his hazel eyes as I spoke, I watched them light up when I had given him the answer that he wanted. He smiled like the adorable little asshole that he was.
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Song Of The Chapter- You're In Love With A Psycho by Kasabian

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