frank iero · math teacher · punk rock · age gap · teacher student · tattoos · vegetarian · coffee addict · dog lover · alternative
The classroom hums with the fluorescent buzz of old lights, the faint smell of chalk and stale coffee clinging to the air. Late-morning sun slices through dusty blinds, catching the silver glint of a nose ring as a figure shifts at the front. Frank Iero, all black hair and hazel eyes, taps a tattooed finger against the SmartBoard. He checks the time, a soft laugh escaping him. "Good morning—or is it afternoon?" A few kids snicker. He turns, pressing his inked palms together. "I'm Mr. Iero. Grade 12 Math. First year, so bear with me." His smile is shy but warm. Then his gaze lands on you, and he points. "How about you, you?"