"Face it, Frank, your classroom looks like shit."

And only then was Frank beginning to regret letting these kids call him by his first name, because he reckoned he couldn't be nearly as offended by someone forced into addressing him by 'sir' or 'Mr Iero', or 'Mr Oreo' as it would be more commonly pronounced, but when these kids could use 'Frank', it just couldn't help but sound a little condensing as some sixteen year old narrowed his eyes and glanced at the empty display walls, and the vulgar graffiti that the caretaker couldn't quite scrub off the walls, or just couldn't be bothered to, knowing this place.

Frank let out a sigh and shook his head, "that's not my fault, is it?"

"Well, it kind of is-"

"Yeah, thank you, Alicia." He rolled his eyes, perching on the edge of his desk and considering the worth in actually bothering to teach anything this lesson at all.

"You're welcome, Frank." And that fucking almost patronising tone that Frank really shouldn't be getting offended by, because seriously these kids were ten years his junior, but some still towered something like ten inches above him, and that really wasn't helping at all.

"So what do you suggest? Because if you want to fucking decorate this shithole, then by my fucking guest- but by decorate, I do not mean vandalise, you got it?" Frank narrowed his eyes, imagining this classroom covered in slurs and very scientifically inaccurate depictions of genitalia, and shuddering a little.

"So we can't draw dicks?"

"No."

And a groan and communal shake of the head amongst classmates, and something along the lines of, "go shove a lemon up your ass," that Frank may or may not have heard coming from the back of the classroom.

"How about you just fucking draw like your favourite character from like even TV or something, just write their name on it, do a little sketch and I'll fucking stick it to the wall!" Frank exclaimed, even jumping off his desk with raring excitement for the idea.

"Yeah, no."

"This is high school, not pre-school, dude."

"Are you turning into Mr Way, or what?" And like magic, because Mr Way was some sort of gossip trigger phrase in this school, the whole class erupted into some sort of unnervingly passionate discussion.

"Hey, Frank, you should really date Mr Way, like seriously, you'd be so cute together, like me and my friends even made you a ship name, but like we can't pronounce it, because no one can pronounce your last name, Frank, but I can spell it out if you want-"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Megan? That's just fucking stupid." The kid with green hair who Frank saw too much of, like seriously, Frank wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that that kid just sat in the back of his class all day, because he always seemed to be there - it was kind of suspicious actually, but Frank wasn't going to bring it up, because seriously, no one gave one single fuck.

"Hey... hey, kids, cool it with the Mr Way shit, but like don't be mean to Megan." And Frank reckoned he did a totally convincing job of convincing everyone that he'd totally known who Megan was before she'd said something like ten seconds ago.

"I'll be fucking mean to Megan all I want, at least I'm not obsessed with Mr Petty." Green hair kid had something final to say before slipping his headphones back in, in a way that Frank totally didn't notice at all.

"I just love badminton, and biology, don't be so rude!" Megan turned around and kind of glared at the class in general, and Frank wondered if he really wanted to know about this at all.

"Oh, you just love Mr Petty's shuttlecock, don't you, Megan?"

"God, Megan, you're such a Sagittarius!"

"Yeah, Megan, you fucking Sagittarius-"

"I'd rather you talked about Mr Way than bullied Megan, so please stop." Frank raised his voice a little, gathering everyone's attention with the use of 'Mr Way', which continued to unnerve Frank a little, as it always would.

"Can we plan your wedding to Mr Way-"

"You know, class, did I ever mention that I have a boyfriend, called Max, who I love very much, and we've been dating for years now, and I'm not going to cheat on him with some dickhead who's shoved a paintbrush too far up his ass to give a fuck about anyone."

"Ooh."

And Frank got one hell of a kick out of that - there was no avoiding the reality of that fact.

"Mr Way could totally help you decorate your classroom, because he's like arty and shit, and like you could totally suck him off in return-"

"You know what, that's a great idea, besides the Mr Way and the blowjobs part - I'll get Miss Ballato to help me, because she's actually nice, and I'm not going to engage in sexual activities with her-"

"So you would engage in sexual activities with Mr Way?"

"No-"

"Right okay, fuck, marry, kill? Mr Way, Miss Ballato, Mr Urie. And you have to answer truthfully." And Frank seriously felt like a kid with a preposition such as that, because there was no way he wasn't answering it, because that would seriously make things worse.

"Marry, okay... I'd... well, I'd probably rather kill myself than marry Mr Way, and I think the whole world can agree with me there, and Mr Urie, god, I'd forget to close the goddamn door and he'd knife me in my sleep or something, so I'd marry Miss Ballato... and... god... I don't want to fuck Mr Way or Mr Urie-"

"God you are such a terrible gay man-"

"Like Mr Way maybe a dickhead but he is hot." A girl Frank didn't know the name of added, gaining quite a response as she did so.

"And like Mr Urie is totally fucking Ryan Ross, like seriously, the shit that kid's gotten into and hasn't gotten expelled for-"

"I think that's more of a matter of this school sucking ass as opposed to any kind of teacher student relationship." Frank butted in, but of course, only to be corrected, because it seemed that Mr Urie and Ryan Ross was yet another source of burning hot gossip in this school.

"But you haven't seen them, Frank, anyway, come on, answer it? And if you fuck Mr Urie, Ryan would join in, so you have an illegal threesome that has probably only ever been seen before in porn-"

"Jesus, I'm not- no, that's just- no, and if I say that, then you're all going to spread a rumour about me wanting to do that, but you've already been there with me and Mr Way, like everyone knows that fucking rumour already, so I hate to say it, but, I'd fuck Mr Way."

And really, Frank just had no fucking idea as to how much he was going to regret that.

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"Lindsey can't do it." Frank reckoned he had repeated those words for something like the seven hundredth time that today, and as some form of lacklustre explanation too, because although it was the truth, in one way or another, it just didn't quite feel like it.

Because, okay, Lindsey couldn't do it, but perhaps Frank wasn't nearly as disappointed regarding her inability to help him make his classroom like a little less shit after school today, and maybe there was a very good reason behind that, and maybe that very good reason was called Gerard Way.

Because maybe Lindsey had gotten Gerard to help him instead, and of course, Gerard was going to be reluctant and moody about everything, but he was indeed going to be there, and there was no lying about the fact that Gerard was pretty, even if he was an asshole, Frank could still admire the view, as he grumbled about how shit Frank's classroom looked, like everyone else found themselves doing.

Frank should probably have the right to complain about the very obvious abuse of poor room sixty eight B, but he was quite honestly not that fussed, and far more worried about the mistake he'd made in letting students know that he was going to be spending time with Mr Way after school, because seriously with the way these rumours were spreading, he wouldn't be all that surprised if he came in school tomorrow and people were saying that they'd fucked in that room after school or something equally as ridiculous.

"So, Frank, are you excited for your hot date tonight?" Megan, fucking Megan asked him, and well Frank actually knew her name now, and he was kind of regretting it, because in his mind, Megan was something like the spawn of the universe.

Megan was friends with Ryan Ross, and Frank had heard enough about the incident in Mr Urie's office a few days ago to know exactly why that already put her in a bad place, and on top of that, she was probably something like clinically insane, and horrifically obsessed with Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds Of Summer, and Frank did actually genuinely wonder if she'd changed her last name to Clifford just because of that, but he reckoned it was best probably not to think about it.

Megan was fucking stupid, after all, like she had a school bag made of this mesh material, like it had holes in it - what was she going to do if it rained? And Frank hated to think of her like the students did, but, god, Megan Clifford was such a Sagittarius.

"It's not a hot date, Megan." Frank let out a sigh, shaking his head, and gesturing back to the board, and the work written on it that, of course, no one was doing. "He's helping me with like displays and shit, and trust me, I don't want to spend time with him, I'm not insane, after all."

"You work here, of course you're insane - you don't have to be here." A kid that Frank didn't know the name of spoke up, and Frank shook his head, but the kid had a fucking point, but Frank did kind of like getting paid for doing relatively nothing whatsoever.

"You know I had art before this, and Mr Way was talking about you." A kid, who Frank was about sixty percent sure was Jon Walker added; Megan had gained some sort of mild obsession with him after Ryan had set his hair on fire, because in Megan's mind, that made him so much more like Michael Clifford.

Frank couldn't help but blush, and gain interest, because fuck, what did Mr Way really think about him? "Mmm? And what did he say?"

"Oooh!" And the class seemed to erupt with laughter after that, because apparently whenever Frank even so much as acknowledged his existence it meant that they were totally fucking gay for each other.

"I'm just asking..." Frank shook his head, "for fuck's sake," he added, just a little quieter.

"He didn't say too much, he just mentioned it, and kind of asked us what we thought of you." The kid who may or may not have been Jon Walker continued.

"And what did you say?" Frank continued.

"Oh yeah, we said you were a pushover, an idiot, a terrible fucking teacher, but really funny and cute, and totally very gay for him." A girl with blonde hair added.

"Thanks." Frank added, sarcasm dripping from his words, "that's not going to ruin my life at all, is it?"

"Why would it ruin your life, sir?"

"I don't want Mr Way to think I like him, Jesus Christ, that would be awkward, and annoying, fucking hell-"

"So the fact that we think you're a pushover doesn't concern you, because you only care what Mr Way thinks about you?" Jon added, a grin forming on his face, and he wasn't even one of the major 'shipper's of Frank and Gerard, which was fucking bad news, because Frank felt an awful lot like he was going die at some point within the next three hours.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Then what did you mean, Frank, because it sounds an awful lot like you want Mr Way's dick in your ass." Jon continued, and Frank took a moment to remember that he could actually get this kid in detention, you know, being the teacher here.

"Jon, do you want detention-"

And at that, the whole class began to laugh, "you're a pushover, Frank, you're not supposed to remember that you have any power over the class at all."

"Oh, yeah, my fucking bad." Frank rolled his eyes, sitting down in his chair at the front of the classroom, "but seriously, I'm so not ready for this whole 'classroom decoration' thing, like, fuck, I hate Miss Ballato, I actually do, this is her doing, I tell you."

"He's just nervous." Someone whispered to their friend, and perhaps just a little too loudly, because Frank most definitely heard.

"I'm not nervous, I'm fucking- I hate him, I fucking hate his fucking guts-" And Frank was cut off by a knock at the classroom door. "Come in." He added, in a somewhat defeated tone, and promptly had some form of heart attack as Mr fucking Way made his way inside.

"School ends in like five minutes, I'm just making sure I'm not late - I don't have a class right now, so, I mean, I just thought I'd join you." Gerard added, blushing a little as he did so, "hey guys," he added towards the students and made his way over to Frank's desk, perching on the end in a manner that Frank really was not comfortable with. "So, how's English?"

"Shit." Was the general consensus, and Frank couldn't say he blamed them.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Mr Iero?" Gerard chuckled a little, turning to Frank, "you're letting students curse in class, and I mean, it's not like you're setting the best example either, are you? I heard you from outside, just before I came in, you were fucking cursing like it was the only thing you knew."

And needless to say, Frank's cheeks were a wonderful shade of scarlet red.

"Wait, dude, did he actually pronounce your last name right?" Someone added, the whole class falling into shock, because this was seriously an unheard of phenomenon.

It finally hit Frank, as he blinked a little, "yeah, actually, yeah..." he turned to Mr Way, "you did... how did you manage that?"

"You get used to artists with all kinds odd last names from half way across the world, and I know a bit of Italian, and French too, you know, I know a lot of French, like because the art department should totally go to France, like-"

And it seemed as if God had taken mercy on the whole class there with the sound of the bell, signalling the end of the school day, because no one wanted to listen to Mr Way going on about the French trip once he got started.

Frank, however, he was stuck with that asshole for more than a little while longer. "Yeah, just leave, it's whatever..." Frank trailed off, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head a little.

"Have fun on your date, Mr Way, Frank." A girl added as she walked past them and out of the room, and Frank was fucking furious, but Gerard was laughing his ass off, and he didn't stop until the room was empty besides the two of them.

Frank groaned aloud, rubbing his eyes a little as he did so, "fuck."

"There you go, cursing again-" Gerard shook his head in something like disbelief.

"What exactly did you hear from outside?" Frank asked, his cheeks still a bright red.

"Enough, just to know what you think about me." Gerard continued, laughing a little, "you didn't sound very convincing, no wonder they all think you want to fuck me."

"Well, no need to be so fucking blunt, Gerard." Frank snapped, his eyes widening a little.

"Are we on a first name basis now, then? Frank?" Gerard grinned, watching in amusement as Frank continued to get all the more pissed off. "I mean, I wouldn't blame you for wanting to fuck me, because I am pretty hot, aren't I?"

"Well, no need to flatter yourself." Frank shook his head, getting to his feet, because really anything to get away from Gerard. "How are you even planning to make this classroom look less shit?"

"I don't know, it's your classroom." He continued, "but I'm imagining that I do some Michelangelo shit on the ceiling- I'm joking." He added, catching Frank's expression.

"How do you not care even after hearing me say I hate you?" Frank asked as he pulled some random paper and pens out of a cupboard, "this is what you have to work with, sorry, Michelangelo."

"I don't believe you." Gerard added, taking a seat at the table Frank had dumped the pens and shit on. "Anyway, what do want me to even do, like you need display ideas, like authors, and shit?"

"I will fucking prove that I hate you." Frank added, as he took a seat beside Gerard, and rather forcefully grabbed a red felt pen, scribbling 'The Best Display You Have Ever Seen' at the top of an A3 sheet of paper. "Cut that out for me." He directed his words at Gerard, who simply shook his head in disbelief.

"No wonder all these pens have gone dry and shitty if you're pressing on like that, you're squishing the nibs, Frank, you use pens like a three year old, you're an English teacher, this subject involves pens and writing a lot, I would have thought you would have known how to use one."

Frank didn't seem to listen, this time grabbing a pink pen and another piece of paper, this time scribbling, 'Mr Way sucks big, fat dicks!', before leaning back in his chair with an excess of attitude.

"How old are you?" Gerard exclaimed, shaking his head, but moving to cut it out regardless, not that Frank had even asked this time.

"Twenty five." Frank answered honestly.

"You act like a fifteen year old, no wonder you can't control the class, you're one of them, you know?" Gerard chuckled to himself at the piece of paper declaring what was, of course, the truth. "So where do you want this?"

"That was a joke, I'm not sticking that to the wall of my classroom." Frank stared at him with wide eyes. "This is room sixty eight B, but I do have standards."

"Well, can I have it then?"

"What?"

"I have this quote wall in my classroom, and I have really pretentious artist quotes and shit, but I think this would make a nice addition," Gerard grabbed a black pen, and added a simple 'Mr Iero, 2015' underneath the writing.

"Are you serious right now?" Frank seriously could not fucking believe this guy.

"Well, why shouldn't I? It's not wrong, is it?" He grinned, turning to Frank, "because as a gay man, I do suck a lot of dick," which was a lie, because Gerard hadn't gotten any in fucking ages, but with the way he was looking at Frank, there was most definitely a part of his mind that sought to rectify that.

"Shut the fuck up and get on with this display bullshit, you definitely owe Lindsey one for this, I fucking tell you."

Gerard smiled to himself, because Frank was absolutely oblivious to the fact that Lindsey was one hundred percent available right now, but she was all too eager to ruin their lives; Gerard reckoned it was better if he didn't let Frank into that one.

Because perhaps Lindsey was right, perhaps this guy was kind of cute.

Kind of.

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