Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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i need to finish this asap because its making me anxious
anyway
enjoy this heartbreaker and hold on to your wigs, they are about to be snatched

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Frank was avoiding me. He did everything in his power to avoid me. In classes, he was looking anywhere but at me and whenever I tried to talk to him he would flee. I didn't push it or anything, I just didn't want him to be mad at me or whatever it was that he was feeling.

I needed to explain myself, to apologize, anything really but he just wouldn't talk to me. I even tried to visit him at work and say something but as soon as he saw me come in, he abandoned the counter and went to do something else, something during which I couldn't subtly interrupt him. I tried that about three times and when I finally caught him alone, behind the register he just rolled his eyes and turned around to prepare my coffee because he knew what I'd order.

"Can we talk please?" I asked him pleadingly.

"2.50, please." Frank told me, not looking me in the eyes.

"Frank, please, I don't want to end up like this." I tried again.

"2.50 sir." He repeated.

I closed my eyes, taking in a huge breath through my nose, handing him a five dollar bill. He took it, making sure we wouldn't touch and as he was handing me my change something inside me kind of snapped and I felt suddenly so angry. What the fuck did I do? Why do I fucking bother?

"You know what-" I started my sentence but luckily stopped myself before I could say something I would surely regret, "uh, keep it, and the coffee, I don't want it anymore."

His eyes snapped to mine for the first time in weeks and I could see how hurt he was. He was on the verge of crying but what could I have done if he didn't say a word?

I walked away from there and forgetting about my car, I ran all the way to my apartment building. It felt great, I got out all the pent-up energy, all the anger I felt at the coffee shop and once I got home I plopped myself on the floor and just breathed. I thought back to when I met Frank, how quickly we were moving right from the begging and it should have been obvious it wouldn't last. I was new in this city, just starting my new job and he was the first pretty face that I met and that was interested in me. I just didn't think we would end up like this, like a teacher who broke his student's heart.

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The next week was the most horrible of my entire life. Probably an understatement considering what followed after but at that time I felt so lost and desperate.

Frank was still avoiding me, even to an extent as to skip some of my classes. Brendon was a lot to deal with, he was still acting like a brat, whenever I said something he had something to say back. If I handed out papers he would either rip them apart or write something offensive on them and when I called him out one day he just walked out of the room.

The biggest blow of that week came on Wednesday just before the third period. I was in the atelier, preparing some things for the art class I was just about to teach when a certain redhead knocked on the door.

"Oh, Hayley, hi." I smiled at her and went back to searching for the papers I needed.

"Mr. Way." She greeted me and closed the door. I wasn't sure at the time but I felt like I heard the lock being turned.

"What's up?" I asked her still not looking at her.

"Not much. How about you, he's still not talking to you?" She asked from behind me. She's been hanging out with me at the atelier lately, either helping me with grading papers or just chatting during lunch and I told her about a boyfriend who refused to talk to me after our breakup. As far as I was concerned that was all she knew about my relationship. I would say we had become pretty good friends.

"Uh, no, he's-" I stopped mid-sentence as I turned around. What I saw was something I didn't want to see as a gay man and for sure something I wasn't supposed to see as a teacher. "Hayley what..."

She was standing there only in her pants and bra looking at me longingly and before I could do anything to stop her she had her lips pressed against mine. She lunged herself at me, kissing my lips and in my state of shock it took me a while to push her away. I finally managed to get her away from my face but she got to my neck instead. She was pushing herself against me, putting her hands in places she really wasn't supposed to.

"Stop." I told her firmly. "Hayley stop!" I said louder and caught her hands.

She finally stopped and was looking at me with wide eyes. I felt gross and uncomfortable but most of all I was just shocked. Why did she do it?

"Ow, you're hurting me." She said quietly and I quickly let go of her, not realizing how hard I was squeezing her wrists.

"What the hell, Hayley?" I asked her softly. She was looking at the ground hugging her chest. "Get dressed, please."

"Don't you want me?" She asked.

"What made you think I do?" I asked her, completely freaked out. Did I give her some signs or something?

"I thought...we were here alone and you were so nice and...I just thought you liked me back." Like her back? What is it with my students falling for me?

"Hayley, I'm gay. I thought that was clear." I told her. At that point, she was fidgeting, not looking at me.

"Last time you mentioned you had a girlfriend and I thought..."

"Oh, god, that was in high school and she was the first and last girl I had something with, besides, I am your teacher, Hayley." I told her, staying as far away from her as I could. She scoffed and finally looked at me.

"You being a teacher didn't stop you from being with Frank Iero, did it." She had me there. I was left speechless. How the heck did she know? I never told her and I made really fucking sure I didn't even hint at it. "Surprised that I know? Yeah, it wasn't that hard to figure out. The Battle of Bands? And then that one time I found you locked in here?"

Well, I was fucked.

"That is something completely different. I didn't know he was a student when we met." I told her trying to calm down. Who I was calming down, I wasn't sure.

"Save that for the principal." She snickered packing her things. I ran up to her and caught her arm.

"You're not seriously going to tell him, right." I asked her, pleading with my eyes. She was quiet for a while, just looking at me.

"I want to, but no." Her eyes flicked from mine to her arm and I got the memo that she wanted me to let go of her, I did and let her leave just like that.

Another dangerous element that knew about me and Frank and somehow I felt like the last sentence she said wasn't quite finished like she meant to add 'not for now'.

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im sorry
im a bitch
dont kill me please

more drama coming soon

sending love

-L