I sat behind the school kissing Gerard, my fingers tangling in his hair. A bell sounded and made it prominent to is that unless we went in, we'd be late for Math.
"Come on, Sugar. Math." Gerard said, getting up from the brick wall we were sitting on.
"Or...we could ditch and stay here, make out, smoke, and not die of boredom." I smirked, placing a hand on my hip and getting off the wall.
"I like that idea a lot more." Gerard replied, stepping towards me and kissing me.
I don't really know how we ended up making out all the time, it just kind of happened.
After a few minutes, we were both out of breath, so we pulled apart and I lit a cigarette, putting it between my lips and inhaling.
"Do you wanna come round my house tonight?" Gerard asked casually, his left hand in my back pocket and using his other hand to smoke. "My parents are out."
I nodded, and exhaled so I could answer.
"Sounds cool."
I always tried to be as chill as possible around him, because he was so cool. He smoked, he had red hair, he wore a leather jacket, and he had a car.
"Hey." Gerard said, getting my attention.
As soon as I faced him, his lips touched mine, and we just kissed for a while.
"You're really great, you know that?" He said, removing hair from my face.
"Oh, thanks Gee. You're coolio too."
He looked confused at my use of the word 'coolio', and at that moment I thought I fucked up.
Dang it.
"Nice vocabulary there, loser." He said jokingly.
"Nice hair, loser." I replied, ruffling it through my fingers.
"But you like it," Gerard grinned, pecking my lips.
"Yeah...I do."
***
It had almost been an hour, and Gerard and I were still making out, and there were at least ten cigarette ends on the floor below us.
As I felt his hand move lower, I heard someone clear their throat behind us.
"And what are you two doing?"
And at that moment, I knew it was Mr Urie.
"O-Oh...um...nothing. At all." I stuttered, awkwardly shuffling.
"The fuck's it gotta do with you?" Gerard sassed.
Wow, he's really got his sass pants on today.
Mr Urie thinned his eyes at him, and presumably expected something like that to be said to him.
"You have detention tonight, with me. And get to your next class." Mr Urie said in a low voice.
Gerard cursed and threw his cigarette on the floor and stomped on it, trudging back to the next class, which was English.
Me Urie looked at me blankly - devoid of any readable emotion, including sadness, anger, apologetic or disappointment.
"Sorry..." I murmured, due to the fact that it was probably uncomfortable for him.
"No...it's fine." He said, crossing his arms.
"So...I'm gonna go to English. With you. Still up for 'tutoring'?"
Mr Urie smiled finally and looked into my eyes.
"Definitely."
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The Death Of A Bachelor - Brendon Urie teacherxstudent fanfic au
Fanfic"Not a lot of people can say they're in love. But not a lot of people are in love with their English teacher, either,"
