Gerard's P.O.V

Frank and I were extremely late to class, earning both of us dirty looks from the teacher. The percentage of the class that had seen out little 'show' outside was staring at us with their mouths hanging open, eyes as wide as humanly possible.

To make sure everyone knew we were 'dating', before we'd walked back into the school, I'd held out my hand to Frank. He'd looked at it like it was some kind of blood-sucking monster.

"Dude, my hand is not going to bite you," I said, rolling my eyes. He continued to give me a skeptic look. I sighed.

"If we want people to think we're actually dating, we're gunna have to act like it, so take my fucking hand!"

This time it was Frank who rolled his eyes, but he took my hand anyway. It was kind of weird, but I could handle a little weird.

"Yeah," Frank said sarcastically, "Cause the kissing hasn't already given them a clear enough idea,"

Now that we were standing in the doorway to the English class, our hands still clasped together, and everyone staring at us, I truly believed this was going to work.

The English teacher stared awkwardly at our grasped hands as we walked across the classroom to two seats next to each other. The class's eyes followed us as we walked, still hand in hand, before collapsing onto the uncomfortable plastic seats. I finally released Frank's hand, and the class continued, although people continued to turn around to stare at us from time to time.

I was really beginning to have fun with this little act, so I pulled out a piece of paper and began to scrawl onto it with pen. When I was finished, it read:

When you read this, act like it's the fucking cutest thing you've ever read in your life.

I then passed it to Frank, and I watched as his eyes scanned the page, reading the words. He looked over at me once he was done, and I nodded ever so slightly. Then Frank's eyes went all gooey and he bit his finger seductively, looking over at me. Damn, he was pretty good at this.

I could feel everyone's eyes on Frank as he wrote a reply, and then passed it over to me, making sure that his hand lingered for a second more than he needed to. Not a bad touch.

I opened up the paper and read Frank's writing:

How was that? Oh, and what're we gunna do if we get caught passing notes? The teacher's gunna wanna see them…

Looking over at Frank, I bit my thumb suggestively before hastily writing a reply:

Don't worry about it. I've got a plan.

Once Frank had read the note, he gave me a wink, and it took all of my willpower not to burst out laughing.

Suddenly, I heard someone clearing their throat, and both Frank and I turned to face the teacher, who was looking at us, stony eyed.

"We aren't passing notes, are we?" she asked sullenly, "I'm afraid you'll have to hand them over,"

Just as the teacher was about to walk forward and take the note from Frank's grasp, I grabbed both the note and Frank, making him collapse onto my lap with a faint yelp. I scrunched the note up into a ball and hurriedly shoved it down Frank's shirt.

"Miss, if you want the note, you're going to have to retrieve them from Frank's shirt," I said matter-of-factly, resting my chin on Frank's shoulder, "But if you'd rather not, I have no problem with retrieving it for you,"

And with that, I walked my fingers up Frank's back, and began to toy with his shirt. Frank tensed ever so slightly, but he continued with the act.

I lowered my hand ever so slightly, so that I was fingering the skin of Frank's chest. The whole class drew in a breath.

"That is quite enough, boys," the teacher said awkwardly, "Go to the principals office,"

"Fine by me," I said, but I knew I had to finish what I'd started, "But I think I should probably get this note. Don't want Frankie getting a paper cut,"

I sunk my hand into Frank's shirt, grasped the paper ball and took it out before shoving it into my jeans pocket. Then Frank hopped off me and both of us stood up, before walking hand in hand out the door of the classroom, leaving everyone gawking in our wake.