School is something you can't sweat out

Chapter 1

I walked in the front doors of what I like to call, hell. It was my 2nd year of attending Fed. Furnace high and in all honestly, I wasn't thrilled. A new year means another year of being insulted for my sexuality and not to mention being beat up. I'd been pulled from my boarding school 4 years ago because I apparently "refused" to get good grades.

I was getting books out of my locker when I looked to my right and saw him. It was Brendon Urie. Even though he was sort of a dork, he was pretty hot. I didn't understand much why people didn't like him. Probably because of those thick rimmed glasses he had to wear. I thought he was sexy either way.

He was standing awkwardly against a wall then he spotted me looking at him. He made a confused face and looked behind him to see if there was someone else there. He realized that I was looking at him and turned back to me and smiled.

I nearly melted at that and turned back to my locker, blushing. He shut him locker and walked over toward me. He tapped me on the shoulder and I turned toward him.

"Yes?" I asked nonchalantly but obviously blushed. He noticed my nervousness and smiled reassuringly "Were you looking at me?" SHIT! He saw me gawking at him like some kind of freak. "I-I um… I wasn't- I mean I was but I-"He calmed his hand over my mouth and his eyes glowed deeper brown. "It's okay, I understand, calm down." I got kind of confused at this because what was there to understand? Was it the fact that I was a total weirdo? Honestly I didn't want him to understand.

"Actually, I don't understand. Why were you staring at me?" My face got hot and he removed his hand from my mouth. I wanted him to leave his hand there because I honestly thought I was going to start babbling and ranting nonsense. My expression felt scared but I couldn't move as long as his dark brown eyes melted more in with my dull hazel eyes.

"I um…was just…" I tried to make something up but I couldn't. "Fine, then." He gave me a seductive look before walking away. I nearly collapsed right there but I managed to pull myself together and head off to my first torturous class of the first torturous day of the torturous year... God help me.

I slowly walked into my math class and scanned the room. Unfortunately, I spotted Brendon sitting in a seat in the front row. He managed to; somehow, get to the class before I or anyone else goes there. But when I got there, there were barely any seats left.

The teacher, Mrs. Daulo, saw I had nowhere to sit, and instinctively decided to pick a seat for me "Ryan, why don't you come sit next to Brendon up here?" He spun around to face me and raised his eyebrow at me as if to say "Yeah, Ryan? Why not?" I felt my face get hot and I slowly paced over to him and sat as far away as possible so I wouldn't end up getting into a conversation with him.

He had other plans for me apparently. He grabbed the leg of my chair and pulled me so close to him that I was practically sitting on his lap. "Shit! Dude, what the hell?" He chuckled "You were too far away for me to talk to you. So, I moved you closer." He said cheerily.

Wow. He must really love making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I thought to myself.

In the middle of class, he decided it was time to get me uncomfortably exited and he wrapped his lower leg around mine. I bit my lip to snap out of fantasy mode and tuned into what Mrs. Daulo was saying. I thought math was pointless and irritating so I immediately snapped out of that haze of education. I took out a pad of sticky notes from my pencil case and wrote him a note.

"What are you trying to do to me?"

I passed him the note and he read it over quickly and flipped it over to respond.

"Just trying to make friends "

I thought the smiley face was adorable and I smiled slightly.

"Well if I were the judge, I would say that you have a strange way of making just friends… "

I passed the note to him under the table and he read it over, smirking. (OMG that was so hot)

"Well, what do you want it to be? Seemed to me that you want to be more than friends by the way you were staring at me in the hallway."

I blushed and took out a new piece of paper.

"And it's my fault you're so gorgeous?"

I felt scared as to what his reaction would be to that comment.

"Aw, you think I'm cute?"

He smiled and looked down at his binder.

"No, I think you're gorgeous."

He read this over and smiled at me. Mrs. Daulo noticed then that we were passing notes and walked over to us.

"Boys, give me the notes." She commanded, still managing to be nice. We handed her the notes painfully. She looked at the first note. "I guess I should read these out loud, hmm? Since it was so important that you had to interrupt the whole class for it, right?" She didn't wait for us to respond and started to read them out loud.

"What are you trying to do to me? Just trying to make friends. Well of I was the judge, I'd say you have a strange way of making just friends. Well what do you want it to be? It seemed to me that you wanted to be more than friends by the way you were staring at me in the hallway. And it's my fault you're so gorgeous?" She put more emphasis on "gorgeous" and looked down at us. She continued with the humiliation "Aw… you think I'm cute? I don't think you're cute, I think you're gorgeous."

When she finished, she handed the notes back to Brendon and I heard faint coughs of the words "Fag" and "gaytard" from behind where the jocks were sitting. My face turned beet red and I hid in my hoodie. There was absolutely no way that I would be able to make it through the year without Brendon by my side. I was glad he was there helping me get along here.