Frank P.O.V

I loved that he felt uncomfortable about telling me personal things. He did have reason to be uncomfortable, after all he was my teacher. I needed something fun to pass the time, and I intended to take a long time with fixing this shitty little notebook. If it meant spending more time with him, then I would go to all extremes. His hands had balled into fists, and were resting on his desk. I smiled slyly, picking up a piece of tape from the desk. My mind was mulling over questions that I could ask him, I had to take it somewhat slow because I intended to be here all week long.

"Were you lying when you said you didn't have a girlfriend?" I asked, pressing the tape slowly onto the paper. I heard him sigh, I looked up at him. He was scowling at me, as if he was yelling at me in his mind. Instead, he opened his mouth, no words coming out for a moment or so.

"I'm telling the truth, Frank. I don't have a boyfriend either. Being a teacher makes my social life suffer, I don't really have the time for a long-lasting relationship." He said. Looking up and into his eyes, I saw the truth in them. He was definitely telling me the truth. I bit my bottom lip, finding the end of the tape with my nails. The room was deathly quiet, until I opened my mouth again.

"Guys or girls?" I asked, leaning back in my seat. He had gotten out of his, and was pacing around the room. If it made him more comfortable, then I wasn't too bothered. He stopped behind me, his arms crossed. I could see that his arms were crossed, and his face told me that he wasn't too happy. If he wasn't going to answer, then I wasn't going to fix the notebook. I folded my arms too, as though I was copying him. He began to move again, so that he was standing in front of me. He pulled up a stool, sitting in front of me, his arms still folded. I raised an eyebrow, to let him know that I was still waiting for an answer.

"Guys." He said with a loud sigh, looking down at the floor. There's hope for me, a voice in my head told me. I smirked, biting off a strip of tape. I was definitely going to have to stay behind all week. There was at least a hundred pages left. I knew that I would be enjoying staying behind with him. "Got a problem with that?" He added, leaning in towards me. To avoid kissing him, I kept my head down. God knew I wanted to kiss him, my other hand dug into my leg. I couldn't fall in love with him, he was my teacher. Harmless crushes were completely fine, but getting this close to him would harm the both of us.

"Not at all." I said, biting my bottom lip for the millionth time in half an hour. He smiled, for the first time I had seen him today. That made me happy. At least he wasn't so angry anymore, that would make the time pass quite quickly. Which, in a way, made me quite sad. I wanted to spend more alone time with him, he was a lot better when he wasn't trying to embarrass me in front of the entire class. Looking up, smiling at him, I began to notice his lips again. How soft they looked, how perfect they looked. I couldn't help but notice that he was staring at mine, I rested my head in my hands. "What do you think about younger guys?" I asked, smiling slyly.

I watched the cogs turn in his brain, as he tried so desperately to not give too much away. We liked each other, there had never been anything more obvious in my life. He was the hottest guy I had seen in a long, long time. Everything about him was perfect, and the way he liked to control me was somewhat attractive. I was thinking about anything to distract myself from getting too excited.
"Oh, well, I think that I prefer them to older guys. Younger guys can be controlled more, you know? They're fitter, more attractive and pretty much up for anything."

I felt like he was trying to tease me. We both knew that we couldn't be together. There was no chance in hell that anybody anywhere would accept our relationship. By that point, I had frantically returned to taping the notebook back together. I needed something to distract me from him, and the way he was teasing me. I was already on the fifth page, and it was getting late. He has all night, my stupid mind reminded me, forcing me to remember the way he was acting with me. I hadn't noticed that he had brought his stool closer to me. Again, I found myself staring at his lips. Digging my fingers into my legs, I couldn't take it anymore.

Lurching forwards, our lips collided. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, fighting with mine. He cupped my cheek, his skin soft. I groaned, getting excited from him teasing me so hard. He pulled away, keeping our foreheads pressed together, thumb stroking my skin. "Oh god." He whispered, before I kissed him again. I had been waiting so long for him to kiss me, and I didn't want him to have any second thoughts. He chewed on my bottom lip, my fingers exploring his hair.
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Song Of The Chapter- Loving Someone The 1975

A.N
Wee story time!! My dad is actually quite close to the 1975 (SO FREE MERCH FOR ME WEEEEEEEEEE) Told you story time would be short XD
Also, I tried so hard to stretch out any affection between the two, but it was so difficult!! I didn't want to have a bunch of boring filler chapters, so I thought feck it and just wrote it in XD But, the smut will come in many chapters so don't get too excited XD

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