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

Sarah Smiles

[Brendon's POV]
I sighed as I walked the hall with Dallon by my side rubbing my back soothingly. "It'll be okay, Bren," he said, we rounded a corner. "Ryan was never good for you anyways." I nodded to Dallon's statement. "I guess." I muttered.

It had been a day or two since Ryan broke up with me and Dallon had basically been my rock. He came over and we slept on the couch together and watched Frank Sinatra movies. Not to mention him bringing over every Frank CD he could find.

He baked my favorite cookies and found my favorite pajamma pants. We had a great weekend together, but now we were back at school.

Kids rushed past as we made our way through the swarming halls. We reached my classroom and Dallon nodded. "Well," he started, taking his hand off my shoulder. "This is it for now, I'll see you after school." I nodded and smiled half-heartedly. "Thanks Dal, what would I do without you?" Dallon smiled back. "I dunno, well, at least I'm here. It definitely wouldn't be the same if you weren't my cousin, or my bestfriend."

"See ya Bren." He said, walking off to his class. That kid is something else. I headed into the class and took my seat next to Patrick. "Hey." I said, waving and trying to make him believe I was fine, even if I was sad and completely crushed about my breakup.

Patrick nodded and wrote down something into his journal. He had in his earbuds and I guessed he couldn't hear me. I looked over to his notebook and made out the scribbled words.

I still hate you
But there's a light on in Chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
At the front of your neighbors house

"Trick!" I said, tapping his shoulder. He jumped slightly and looked over to me with wide startled eyes. He smiled and took out his earbuds, first pausing Dumpweed by Blink-182.

"Hey Brendon." He said, I nodded. "What's new?" I asked, trying my best to spark small talk. He looked at the ground and figitted with his hands. I examined his facial expression, he was hiding something.

"Something wrong?" I asked, he shook his head 'no'. "I'm fine Brendon. Thanks for the concern though." He closed his notebook as the bell rang.

Our teacher walked in and began to write on the board. "Okay guys, today we're going over human reproduction." Mrs. Tackelski stated, pulling down a white screen to show a diagram. Some kids at the back of the class snickered and made small remarks.

Mrs. Tackelski is one of the nicest teachers ever, she has curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes that shine like dimonds. Her perfectly shaped lips always seem to curl in a happy smile.

She is most likely in her mid twenties and she is married to a guy named Mark. She's skinny and always seems to wear a tight form fitting dress. Today it was black and white. She also has a sweet high voice that seems so smooth and soothing, like silky fabric.

"John, Matt, if you can't handle this lesson, please head to Mr. Way and Mr. Iero's office." She said, the kids stopped laughing and headed out the door.

"Okay, like I was saying, today we're learning about-" "Pwussay." I kid said, hidden by a fake cough. Mrs. Tackelski frowned and put her hand on her hip.

"Jake." She began. This ritual of kids making jokes and interupting continued for the whole lesson. Once the bell ran every kid rushed out the door and ran into the halls, this included me.

I scrambled into the hall, and just like that, I rammed into someone. "Aw!" She said, as we both went crashing to the ground.

I looked at the ground, where we were both laying now, and begn to pick up her books. "I'm so sorry," I began, picking up every fallen book, paper, or notebook. I looked up to see whi it was and my heart skipped a beat.

It was a girl with long really dark brown hair, almost black, and the most gorgeous crystal blue eyes I had ever seen. Her smile was so wonderful and everything about her was stunning. "No need to be sorry. I should have been looking where I was going." She said, taking a book from my hand.

Our hands touched and I felt electricity strike through my entire body. She smiled and pulled the book away. "I'm Sarah, by the way." She said, making my stare stop.

"Oh, Brendon, Urie. Brendon Urie." I said, stumbling upon my words. She giggled. "Hey Brendon. I think I'm in your world history class." She said, I nodded. "Yeah, I think so." I replied, she smiled once more.

"Okay, well, I'll see you around Brendon." She said, now walking off. I smiled from cheek to cheek.

I needed to see her again.

Just then, I felt someone pull the back of my shirt. I turned and saw Pete standing in front of me. We were in his classroom.

"Brendon, we need to talk."