Loving Mr. Way Ch. 5

*two weeks later*

I was sitting in the back of my art class, like usual. The assignment was a still life of something from our backpack. I was working on a pair of sunglasses but I couldn't get the shading right. I raised my hand and Mr. Way walked over and leaned over my shoulder. "What is it, bab-Frank." He said and we both cringed. A few people noticed and gave us weird looks. I was blushing and I didn't dare to look at Gerard but I bet he was too. "I'm um having some trouble on the shading." He quickly said " A little lighter here." Pointing to a certain place on the lenses and darker here." He motioned to the brim. "Thanks." I mumbled quickly and he walked briskly back to his desk. I could see that he was mentally beating himself up. I felt bad for him. This wasn't going well. I don't know what happened to us this year we were being just as careful maybe we just got into a bad routine during the summer.

After classes I went to his office. The principal had gone home early today, Thank god! So we didn't have to worry about that. When I walked into the classroom he wasn't there so I assumed he was getting something. I opened the door to his office and found him sitting in his big desk chair tears streaking his face. My heart broke and I shut the door and locked it. I took my messenger bag off and set it down. I crawled into his lap gently and he encircled me with his arms. "Shh.." I said kissing away the tears. "I love you." I whispered running my hands threw his hair. "I can't believe I slipped today. We've been so good, for so long. Mikey finds out and now I call you baby in class! GAH!" He scream and started crying again. "I know.. It's hard." I was holding on to him tightly. "Frank Anthony Iero, You are the only fucking person on this fucking planet I would ever go through this for. I fucking love you." That made me feel bad, I didn't want to put him through this pain. On the other hand, it was amazing that he loved me enough to put up with all this shit on top of all my shit. This wasn't a perfect relationship, we fought and yelled and screamed. We got mad and cried. But the thing was, we loved eachother and we always made it through those times. He kissed me and we made out for a few minutes before he pulled away and said "Ya, you're worth it." I giggled and kissed him one more time. "I'll be eighteen next month. I can transfer schools and then it's not illegal. We can fix everything. We can scream it everyone." He shook his head. "I don't want you to transfer, babe. And if it got back to the school, they would figure it out and I would get fired anyway. It's legal but it's still grounds for me getting fired." I sighed. "I hate being so fucking young!!" I said exasperated. "It's not your fault." He said sticking out his tongue. "What would you do if I was older, and all this was legal?" He leaned his head back for a second thinking. "Hmm.. First of all, I would brag about you to everyone. I would have pictures of you and the two of us all over the place. I would say I have the best boyfriend, ever." He was spinning us around in the chair. "I would take you everywhere. I would take you out for dinner instead of making you frozen shit. I would take you to bars and watch as everyone is checking you out and know your all mine. I would kiss you and hold you in front of my friends. I would take you home for holidays and let you see the madness that is my family. I would insist on meeting your parents. I would love you like a real boyfriend should. I would send you roses somewhere where everyone would see them, so everyone knows how lucky you are. I would be able to love my amazing, beautiful, little ball of energy without worrying about anyone caring." I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in close. "I can't wait for that."