Frank P.O.V

I sighed, realising that I had my "favourite" teacher in about ten minutes time. Mr Way. He was so damn sarcastic, and so damn cocky. I wanted to toss him out of the window every time he tried to get me to focus. I rolled my eyes, turning back to face my group of friends. We were deep in conversation about something that I wasn't too bothered about, but I listened in nonetheless. Bella, a beautiful brunette, one year younger than me with very artistic makeup was talking, everyone deeply concentrated on her. Everybody told me that she had a thing for me, and, me being the 'bisexual-bombshell' that I was, I knew that I could attract anybody that I liked. The bell sounded, her head snapping in my direction.

"Frankie, will you walk me to my lesson?" She said with a cute pout, I looked up as if to contemplate my answer. When all along it was definitely a yes. I nodded, she grinned, linking my arm. I knew what she wanted to ask me, and again, it was certainly a yes. Being the needy, hormonal teenager that I was, I would go anywhere she wanted me to go. "So, I have a free house tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over. My parents are in New York, and I was thinking of inviting you, Mark and Emily over for drinks." She said, looking up at me hopefully.

"What's my motivation?" I teased, weaving in and out of the crowd, occasionally stepping on the backs of people's shoes- on purpose, of course.

"I went shopping?" She said, sounding quite innocent.

"Colour?" I asked curiously, watching her eyes smile to match her lips.

"Black, lace."

"Count me in." I joked, coming to a stop outside an English classroom. She punched me playfully in the shoulder, before mouthing 'nine-thirty' at me. I nodded, teasingly blowing her a kiss. Then, I turned on my heel, happy that I was ten minutes late for my Biology class. I couldn't be bothered with fighting with Mr Way today, it was a Monday, and for once I wanted to give him a break. Maybe sleep in the back of the class. I made sure that I strolled leisurely over to the science block, watching the classes in session around me.

Then, I rolled my eyes as I reached the door. I could see his arms moving- he did that a lot when he was talking about something he was passionate about. Considering I hated the class, I did tend to watch him a lot. He usually looked tired, in need of rehab- but lately, I was beginning to notice that he looked quite hot. I shook my head, angry that I was thinking about him that way. Hand on the door, I watched him. He had stopped talking to the class, and had turned around to face me, his arms folded. Before I opened the door, he had already begun our routine.

"Mr Iero, what side is the heart located on?" I said quickly, staring at me, his hair fell so perfectly.

"Right." I said, walking into the class. He raised an eyebrow.

"Unless you're a genetic mutation, Mr Iero, I think that it's located on the left side. Try again next time." He said sarcastically, smiling evilly. I rolled my eyes, settling down at the back. He seemed to be very up my ass today, so I decided that sleeping was probably not my best bet. Instead, I rested my head in the palm of my hand, watching him move across the classroom energetically, the way that he always did. After about ten minutes more or so, he slid a heart underneath a camera he used to show dissections when he performed them.

"This," he said, pointing to a tube with his scalpel, "Is the Aorta..." I zoned out, watching his lips move. They were pretty, and the way that he was passionate about what he was showing us gave me an uncomfortable feeling. Lust. I grimaced, digging my fingernails into the palms of my hands. I do not love him I do not love him I do not love him, I reminded myself over and over again. By the time I was paying any attention to the class, he had left the scalpel sticking out of the heart, and was talking to the class.

"So, I want you all to write up what I did today, because I hope that you actually watched what I talked you through. The heart is interesting, and I know that deep down everybody liked it- other than me. You're free to leave." He smiled, as the bell sounded. I got out of my seat, quickly walking towards the open door. "Not you Iero." He added, pointing at me as he did something on his laptop. I growled, turning around to face him. He waited until everybody had left the classroom, before actually talking to me.

"What have I done now?" I asked, not even noticing that he was holding out some green notebook, it's pages tattered. Oh, that, I thought to myself, mentally slapping myself in the face. "It was a dare, that's why I did it." I shrugged, thinking of no other explanation for destroying that girl's 'prized-possession'.

"If Mark dared you to stab yourself in the heart- it's on your left by the way- would you do it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Still failing to let go that I had answered his question incorrectly.

"No, sir." I said, not finding any reason to fight with him. He crossed his arms.

"Exactly. That's the correct answer, well done you. But, don't think you're getting off lightly. You can spend the next week in detention, taping this poor girl's notebook back together." He said, dropping the green book onto this desk. I raised an eyebrow, opening my mouth in protest. "Are we going to debate this, because I have all night to discuss this." He added. I shook my head, staring down at the ground.

"Fine."

"After school, tomorrow, and that's every day until you fix it."

I growled, leaving him alone in the room. I hoped that he was happy with himself, I hoped that he was satisfied. I kicked a bin over, giving the janitors something to do.
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Song Of The Chapter- The Night by Sundara Karma

A.N
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