Gerard P.O.V

I smiled as he left the room from the sheer satisfaction of inconveniencing him. He slammed my classroom door shut, as I tucked Emma's poor notebook into my desk. I sat down in my chair, slightly spinning around in it. I was proud of myself, I hated that little fucker.

My stomach growled. It was the first time in days that it had made any noise. I had been running on coffee for all of that time. The hunger pangs were painful, I put my head against the desk. I grimaced, wanting to go to sleep. I couldn't stay here, the janitors would think that I was even more odd than they first thought. My work was my life, but I wasn't so in love with teaching that I had to sleep in my classroom. Gathering my things, I put on my coat, trying my hardest to ignore my pain. I smiled at one of the janitors, grimacing afterwards. I had to eat, and I didn't care about what it was. As long as it was edible, I didn't care.

Sliding into the driver's seat, my hunger pains began to grow worse. I just wanted to get home. I drove like a madman, probably running red lights. But, I didn't care. I cared about the food I had in my fridge- or lack thereof- that would soothe my tantruming stomach. I left my laptop on the backseat, hoping that it wouldn't get stolen. Fumbling for my keys in my pocket, I sighed as my cold hands couldn't grasp them properly. Ramming it into the lock, I twisted it impatiently, pushing it open with enough force to hear the door slam against the wall. I tossed my coat onto the floor, running towards the fridge, thanking God for the small, leftover spaghetti box that I had picked at the night before.

I didn't even bother to heat it up, but the pains immediately vanished as soon as the cold food hit my stomach. I breathed a sigh of relief, disgusted by the fact that I was chewing with my mouth open. Ten minutes later, pain-free, I tossed the empty box into the trash. I shook my head, downing a lukewarm glass of water. I placed the glass into the sink, thinking that I would wash it later. I waddled out of my house, by that point it was pitch-black. Cradling my laptop as I rescued it from the car, I grimaced as the small rocks beneath my feet threatened to poke holes in my skin. Growing tired, I left my laptop on the table, wandering into the shower. My body felt cold from the food I had eaten, but I was glad that I had left it for the next day. I loved past me.

Tossing my clothes onto the floor, I switched on the shower, welcomed by the warm water. It hugged my body as I brushed my soaking hair from my face. I leaned into the stream of water, my cold body instantly warmed. I hugged my body- a telltale sign of me needing human comfort. All attempts at finding a date were finally wearing out, and I didn't like any guy that I met. Too buff, too dumb, too stuck-up- I felt like there was no hope for me. I sighed, dragging my sorry excuse of a self from the bathroom. I didn't want to think about dating, every time I did I wanted cry at how lonely I was. Sighing, I found myself wandering to my lounge. I knew that I wasn't going to be sleeping any time soon, judging by the fact that my mind was constantly wired. I slumped down on my couch, switching on the tv.

Nothing but garbage. I sighed loudly, probably loud enough to make my neighbour's worry. Not that I cared. Sure, they were nice people, but I wasn't very sociable. Maybe the reason why I couldn't find anybody to date me was because I was married to my work. I growled, flicking through the channels, getting no satisfaction at all. Settling for some boring, romantic film- probably to punish myself- I turned to face the back of the couch. I liked to sleep with background noise, somehow it made me feel like somebody was there for me. Even if it was a forty-year-old fictional woman crying on the television.

"God you're a mess." I said to myself, lying on my back. I coughed, rubbing my eyes. I just needed somebody to talk to. Somebody as intelligent as I was, somebody that would understand me. Images of that little fuck from my last biology class of the day flooded into my mind. I stopped, confused, taking my hands from my eyes. "No." I said sternly, trying to think of anybody other than him.

His perfect hazel eyes, the way his dark hair fell perfectly around his face. I felt something shift in my pants, causing me to sit bolt upright. I shook my head, refusing to think like that. Are you fucking mad! You cannot be attracted to a student! My mind screamed, furiously bashing inner thoughts against my skull. Throwing myself up off the couch, I ran to the fridge. I grinned like an idiot, seeing the one bottle of beer left from my binge the night before. Gripping the bottle tightly, I brought the cap to my mouth, biting it off animalistically.

The cool amber liquid seemed to cloud my mind as soon as I had drank a mouthful. I hoped that all thoughts of Frank would be gone, I knew that I had no chance with him.
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Song Of The Chapter- This Isn't Love by VITAMIN

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