Teach Me Mr. Wentz | >> Peterick AU <<

Nice To Meet You Dallon

{Updating again because why not?!}
[Pete's POV]
Okay, I honestly do wanna be with Patrcik, I do. I just don't know yet, I mean I do, yet I don't. Ugh! What about my girlfriend? She'd kill me if she knew I wanted to break up and be with a guy, let alone my student! The police would probably send me to jail! Isn't that like child pedophilian? He's only seventeen for gods sake!

At this point he had gone back to class, his final hour, so I was left with my students that are in my seventh hour class. I did give him my number though, just in case he needed to talk to me. My kids were all working on some assignments from different classes, since I didn't have much for them to do, while I sat at my desk thinking.

I rolled my desk chair over to the computer and opened Google. I typed into the search bar: is it illegal for a teacher to date a student. The search results loaded. The first page said it was, the rest basically said the same. I sighed, I really wanted to be with Patrick, even if I'd known him for such a short period of time.

I looked up and saw someone passing a note, I looked to my seating arrangement chart, the boy's name was Ryan Ross. I looked up from the paper and set it onto my desk. "Ryan." I said, he quickly looked at me. He looked scared. "No passing notes in class." He nodded and crumpled the small sheet of paper up in his hand. He then proceeded to throw it into the trash bin, completely missing it.

"Sorry." He murmured, as he got up to place it in correctly. I looked around the room, then to the clock. Five minutes until class was out. I sighed out of boredom and got back onto my computer.

I opened Twitter now, just to see what was going on. There was a tweet from Pizza Hut, don't ask why I follow them I just do. It said they had half off on all pineapple pizzas! Now I wanted pizza.

I clicked on my profile picture that led to my account. I had three followers, Gerard, Frank, and my girlfriend. My name is @petewentz on Twitter.

I had like fifteen tweets, not too many, just three from when I went to the Green Day concert, two from when I went to the Metallica concert, one about rain, one about why I hate mosh pits, and a whole lot of other ones that were just confusing.

I noticed Gerard had tweeted me, it said: "@petewentz wanna grab some lunch tomorrow?" I smiled, what a dork. He could have asked me in person, but oh not not Gee, why don't we tell the whole world.

I grabbed my phone and texted him.

You: Lunch  will  be  fine

Gee: Fantastic!! See you then!

The belle rang and my students got up, I saw a boy fall and I walked over to him. "You okay?" I asked, he looked up and me as shrugged. "I'm good. I'm Dallon. Dallon Weekes." I nodded. "Nice to meet you Dallon."

He smiled cutely. "You too. Oh! I think you have my cousin by the way. Brendon Urie?" Oh, the kid who didn't pay attention when I had him earlier and just listened to music, yeah I knew him.

"Oh! Yeah, I know Brendon." I replied, Dallon nodded. "Anyways, nice to formally meet you Mr. Wentz. I'll see you tommorrow!" He waved and smiled while he left.

I smiled to myself, he seemed nice.