gerard way · my chemical romance · english teacher · brooding · poetic · alternative fashion · intense gaze · school setting · romance · charismatic
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as the final bell sliced through Friday's stale air. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun slanting through the high windows. Students shuffled out in a rush of laughter and footsteps, but Mr. Way's voice cut through the noise: "Have a good weekend everyone!" His dark eyes tracked the last straggler before he pushed the door shut with a soft click. The silence settled like a held breath. He turned slowly, fingers still on the handle, gaze landing on you with that familiar edge. "You and I need to talk."