Frank P.O.V

Nine-Thirty neared faster and faster as the time hastily ticked by. And still, that teacher Mr Way was still on my mind. So what about that girl's dumb notebook? She was smart enough to just make another one, it wasn't as if I had ripped up the pages into tiny shredded pieces. Everything was perfectly readable. Growling, I punched the wheel of my car. Why did he like to torture me so much? I was sure that he enjoyed doing it. Deciding that I should distract myself, I got out of my car, tucking the keys into my back pocket.

Bella's house was overly-flashy. Her parents had new money, and adored showing it off to the world. Especially when it came to their darling daughters, Bella and Rose. Rose was older than us all, and was already in university. Studying who-cares-what at who-cares-where. Bella had truly inherited all of the looks, I could tell that everything was perfect. I had heard that she dated around, but wouldn't let them do anything with her. Not that I cared. I was an asshole in most ways, but I would never pressure people into doing what I wanted. Tucking my hands into my pockets, I had finished admiring her house, trudging through the damp grass. I didn't ate whether or not I was early or late, I just wanted to be distracted from him. I had never felt anything about him before, I usually thought that he was just an asshole. Just like the majority of the teachers at that school.

I tapped lightly on the door, I could already hear the soft pad of footsteps as somebody made their way to the door. I was greeted by a grinning Bella, her hair down, looking adorable. Holding out her arms, I took her into a hug, spinning her around. She laughed, kicking her legs for me to put her down. "I'm glad you're early." She said quietly, I cupped her cheek. Her skin was soft, warm, altogether perfect. I smiled, her hand grabbing mine, leading me to the lounge. It's huge glass skylights cast the room in a starry sky, she shoved me down onto one of the couches.

"Wait there." She smiled, wandering away from the lounge. She looked perfect, making her the perfect distraction. Nothing could ever happen between me and Mr Way. For one, it was slightly forbidden, and I wasn't completely sure about my gender preference. Sighing silently enough for Bella not to notice as she wandered in, beer bottles in hand, I resumed my smile. She sat down next to me, amazingly close, her hand resting close to my thigh. Her nails were painted black, she was wearing a short black dress. She was teasing me, and was enjoying every moment of it.

"Where's Mike?" I asked, putting the bottle to my mouth. The amber liquid slipped easily down my throat- whatever I drank I would certainly regret in the morning. I would probably regret it in the afternoon to, seeing as I would be spending some quality time with my favourite teacher.

"He and Emma are running late." She said, her soft lips parting. I couldn't help but think about kissing them- anything to distract myself. I shrugged, taking another huge mouthful from my bottle. At this rate, I would've been completely wasted in another half hour or so. If anything was going to happen, I wanted to make sure that I was going to remember every moment of it.

"Oh," I said as I placed my bottle onto the floor, turning to face her. "I have a question." I said, her eyes lighting up as if to say 'ask away'. "What would your parents think about you drinking underage, with an older guy like me?"

"Oh, I don't know. If they knew how attractive you were, I'm sure that they wouldn't mind." She giggled in that 'please find me attractive' way. But it was working for her, and all that I could think about was her in her black lace underwear. I had to force myself to stop thinking about, otherwise an awkward erection would've ruined everything. If anything was going to happen.

"So you find me attractive, do you?" I giggled, watching her squirm in her seat. I laughed, picking up my bottle again. I couldn't help myself, with the beer and the fact that she was so attractive, it was like all of my temptations were taking it in turns to tease me in one night.

"Frankie, most of the school think you're attractive." She scoffed, playfully rolling her dark eyes. Smiling, I looked into her eyes, resisting the urge to grab her cheek, pulling her close to me.

Luckily enough for me, there was a knock at the front door. Bella shot up, jogging over to it. It gave me enough time to adjust my pants, drink the rest of my beer, and sneak off to the kitchen to get another. I heard Mark's dulcet tones, Emma's high-pitched whine. They had been together for almost a year, and loved every chance that they could flaunt it. I rolled my eyes, as Emma complimented how Bella looked. That was my job, she was my distraction. Picking up the idle bottle opener, I flicked the lid into the trash, welcoming the embrace of the yeasty liquid. I had already drank half of the bottle before I wandered into the lounge, met by the grinning Emma and Mark.
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Song Of The Chapter- Orthodox Man by Blaenavon

A.N
Okay, I know that most of you guys are gonna complain because this fic is gonna contain some straight smut. As a straight person, believe it or not, straight smut is just as easy to write as gay smut. So please please please please don't complain because it's vital to my storyline, and I can't just have every single fic being a clichè frerard smut-fest ):

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