Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 19

I don't hear from Ryan all Sunday. Hence, me sitting in my room, curled deep in my blankets, phone in hand, pouting.

My mom comes in every couple of hours, trying to force me to get up out of my bed, maybe eat a little. I, of course, always reject.

My life is over, how can I possibly eat? How does she not understand my misery?

However, I finally give into my mom's prodding (okay, and maybe I just can't stand the sound of my growling stomach anymore) after like, three hours and have half a grilled cheese sandwich along with a few grapes.

Once my mom and dad are in bed, I'm still laying in my bed with my phone in my hand. I'm pretty sure I haven't put it down for a second, and I really wouldn't be too surprised if there's a permanent indent of my phone in my hand.

Ryan doesn't end up calling I hope, no scratch that, beg, plead, pray. I finally begin to doze off at like, I don't know, let's say in two morning. However, this time I don't wake up from my Super Mario Brother's ring tone, or even anything at all.

In the morning, I wake up to my phone still clutched tight in my hand.

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People literally stop and stare at me when I walk down the hall on Monday morning.

It is weird, and creepy, and unusual, because I've always been a no one (well, except for the one week in grade nine when everyone first found out I was a homosexual, but they soon got over that, like everything else, of course). I mean, now (or well, before today, apparently) it has always been, Oh, Brendon Urie, the gay one. End of subject.

But, no, not anymore, because now they all think I'm fucking the pastors son. And for once, they are right. Well, not fully, but almost, kind of, I guess. Well, whatever, I'm sure you get the picture.

The warning bell for first class rings, and I think I might cry, because I haven't seen Ryan yet. I mean, I even came early so I could find him. I woke up early, which just isn't an easy task for me like, ever.

So, I have no choice but to go to class. Reluctant, I slump down in my seat, and pout the whole time. I have never been this miserable in my life, I swear it. It doesn't help that people stare at me in class too, I mean, some of them literally turn all the way around to look at me. They just sit there and whisper, and look. I even hear my name whispered a few times.

Fuck, teenagers are so stupid. I am here, you know. I am a human being, I do have ears, I can hear.

I'm so tempted to get up on top of my desk and yell, yes, I am dating the Pastor's son! Yes, the formally known saint! And yes, I have done some fairly sinful things with him. And, yes, he is a flaming homosexual. However, I keep myself restrained, because I have a feeling Ryan wouldn't appreciate it all that much.

I decide to stick to my pouting, and my I-hate-the-world stance. I hope the little conformists are scared. Oh god, when did I become so emo?

I don't run into Ryan on my way to second class either. I am worried, because we almost always run into each other at this point. What if his dad really did send him to one of those creepy anti-gay things? Or, worse yet, what if he killed him? It's possible, I have heard stories before, you know, where the father just couldn't accept that their son was gay so they took the kitchen knife and -

"Brendon!" a voice screams, then I'm being grabbed, and bam, right into a locker. I don't think I remember how to breathe.

However, it only takes me a few seconds to get over it, because, it's Ryan who's standing like, right there in front of me, clutching onto my arms. "Ryan!" I squeal out loud (at least, as loud as a person who just got the wind knocked out of them only seconds ago) because, oh my god, he is alive!