Title; Chemistry Lessons ~ Lesson 2 - Hard Work And A Telling Off [3/?]
Pairing; Frank/Bert, Frank/Gerard
Fandom; My Chemical Romance and The Used
Rating; NC-17 overall
Disclaimers; I do not own any of My Chemical Romance OR The Used, this is fake stuff about real people. I do know that the ages do not add up and that Bert McCracken is actually 3 years younger than Frank. I had to change it to suit the storyline. More evidence that this is make-believe.
/>Author's Notes; OMG you guys, i meant to give this to you yesterday but i went to Thorpe Park and did not get back until 11pm...and then had my laptop confiscated >.< So im sorry D:
Also, no joke i have a teacher called Miss Goodier who is short. And a bitch. And who hates me. I tower over her XD
Summary; "Never underestimate short people."

Gerard's POV

I strolled into room 82 yet again to find everyone sitting at their desks with their pens and pencils at the ready.

Wow, I have a very…behaved class.

They were all silent and everything. Weird.

In fact, they were behaving so well that I was almost suspicious of them.

But as I looked to the front of the room, I realised why they were so silent.

Miss Goodier; the head teacher of this school, my boss, and most importantly; the bitchyest teacher ever. Not my words, you only have to spend about a minute in the staff room and someone is telling you what a bitch she is.

I stood, transfixed, as she started ranting to my class [my class] about how “irresponsible, misbehaving and downright disrespectful” they were being.

I don’t think she noticed me there; I think I should have just legged it out the class before she starts on me. She may be about 4 feet tall, but she is scary. Never underestimate short people.

Anyway, whilst I was standing half-in, half-out of the door, I scanned my eyes around the class. I caught Frank and Bert’s eyes and they both winked at me. Simultaneously.

Creepy.

I kind of half-smiled back and waved slightly at them. It was quite funny to see both of their eyes light up as they waved back, glace over at each other, look shocked and embarrassed, and then suddenly find the writing on their desks extremely interesting.

They did all that in about 4 seconds. Amazing, really.

I thought I really should speak up and make my presence known to Miss Goodier; I don’t wanna make my students suffer any longer than they have.

 “Uhh…Miss Goodier?” I said, rather loudly because she was being rather loud.

“WHAT…oh, hello Mr Way!” she said, changing her mood rapidly from pissed off to really nice. Whoa.

“Umm…has my class done something wrong?” I asked, trying to ignore her rapid change in mood.

“Oh no, Mr Way, I have it under control. I just thought that some of your students weren’t behaving very well, so I had a little word with them, if you don’t mind,” she explained, smiling sweetly.

Okay, this woman is freaking me out. One minute she’s yelling at my students, the next she’s being super nice to me.

“Oh, that’s err no problem…are you done here? Because I’m late starting my class and I really need to set them their work,” I said, hinting to her to go away now.

“Oh yes, of course Mr Way! I’ll just get going then, I’ll see you later in the staff room, right?” she gushed.

I mumbled in agreement and she seemed satisfied, grinning stupidly and wafting out of my classroom.

“Well that was…weird,” I said aloud, earning a few giggles from the students.

“Now I’m not even gonna ask what that was about, let’s just start the lesson,”

The class settled down and I got into trying to teach them about reactive metals.

“I’d like everybody to write down the order of the most reactive metals to the least reactive, and I will be walking around the class and checking on your individual progress” I stated.

Everyone got started, jotting down answers in their books, pens and hands flying down the page.

The only person who sat there, not doing their work and chewing their lip nervously, was Frank.

“Are you alright, Frank?” I whispered, seeing as the room had gone silent again.

“Err no, not r-really sir…I’m kinda stuck,” he stuttered. Aww, he’s cute when he does that.

Whoa, whoa stop thinking things!

Before I had a chance to reply the bell went.

“I need to take in your books for marking, if you’d like to leave them on my desk as you leave, that would be great!” I shouted, as everyone was packing up their stuff.

“Frank, can you stay behind please?” I asked, glancing over at him. He grinned widely and Bert glared at him.

What is up with those two?