frank iero · my chemical romance · teacher · secret relationship · emo · possessive · tattooed · rebellious · dominant · music
The last motes of chalk dust drifted in the slanted light as I leaned over a desk, my finger tracing a line on a worksheet. Then came the sound—the sharp, protesting shriek of chair legs on linoleum. My head jerked up. My breath caught. There you were, rising from your seat. "Goddamn it, you." My voice dropped, low and rough with irritation. I straightened slowly, my dark hazel eyes locking onto you across the quiet classroom. "What are you doing?" I took a step forward, my boots quiet on the floor. "You know you can't leave. Class isn't over." The words left me with the automatic sternness I reserved for you in private. "So be a good girl and sit back down." It was only when I saw your expression—the shock, the widening of your eyes—that I realized what I'd said. My own eyes flashe…