Dear Mr Urie (A Brallon fic)

19. I Guarantee You'd Keep It Secret (Part 2)

It's weird because when I walked in, it looks the same as any other day would look. Chairs were still strewn around, and the white board was slanted to the left (just a little, but enough for me to fill my hours here with great dissatisfaction and annoyance). Despite the physical resemblance, 2 steps into the room hinted to me about the hell of a day I was in for.

Ryan was already in his seat. I frowned, because Ryan barely comes in on time, much less earlier than me. He lights up when I sit beside him, which is odd because it's nothing out of the ordinary. He smiles and I almost miss the tiny smirk on his lips.

Then I see Brendon, but he doesn't look up. I watch him remain still, hunched over his table, as much concentration as a scientist would possess if they were looking for a cure for cancer.

But by far the most suspicious thing was the fact that I hadn't noticed Ms Kitching, who was seated on a chair sideways against the back of the classroom. There wasn't a trace of smugness across her features, but instead, a smudged, light trail of soot decorated her cheeks, and rimmed the bottom of her red-speckled eyes.
She storms out of the room with a deathly glare when catches me gawking.

I feel personally attacked.

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Of course, the rest of the class is too caught up with their own disruptiveness to notice that something was off. It has been 15 minutes since Brendon stood up to distribute the assignment of the day and instructing us to complete the two-pager by the end of the period. He hasn't responded to any of my desperate attempts at making eye contact and annoyance is gradually building up inside me. I glare at the side of his face, not noticing that Ryan had scooted over to my desk.

I jump when Ryan's elbow bumps into my arm.

"Haha chill. It just got a little lonely over there. I hope you don't mind." He yawns. "I'm going to take a nap." Oh okay.

As I start to calm down again, I catch Brendon's eye. A part of me sighs with relief at his attention... until I realise that he isn't really looking at me, but at the boy next to me.
That was when the anger kicked in. So he wouldn't acknowledge me unless someone sat near me?

"Me too." I rest my head on the crook of my elbow next to Ryan. Brendon stared, the confusion and hurt blossoming on his face. I start feeling guilty, until his expressions turns dark and cold.

"Ross. Weekes. I hope you're not sleeping in my class."

Ryan lifts his head up to calmly meet his gaze. "We finished the paper like you told us to, Urie."

"It's Mr Urie to you," he returns coolly. "and did I grant you permission to take a nap?"

"Your majesty," Ryan begins, his voice laced with cynicism and dripping with sarcasm. "my good sir, my body is not in it's best condition today, therefore, I would like to humbly implore for your permission in granting me the absolute honor of a little shut-eye."

The class sniggers.

"The amount of mockery in your voice is quite contradicting to your statement. If-"

"God, Mr Urie, just let Ryan rest. He's not feeling well and we're not being disruptive in any way. I don't understand why you have to be such a complete bitch about it." The words tumbles out in a rush of rage before I can shove it back down my throat. It seems like silence falls upon all each time I open my mouth in class. Huh.

There is a moment stillness, a minute of pin-drop tranquility, in which seems like a curse of inarticulateness has been whispered upon us.

"I'll see the both of you after class." His voice comes out in a whisper, but it feels like a bomb has gone off.

Ryan smiles, before putting his head back onto his arm.

"Good night, socialite."

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Ryan's arm is slung over Dallon's shoulders in an almost protective manner. I would've laughed at the image before me if 
a) I wasn't completely and painfully in love with the taller of the two, and
b) the way he defended Ryan didn't get to me half as much as it did.

They eye me expectantly and I want to yell at them about how wrong it was of them to... to...

Fuck.

Ryan clears his throat. "You know, Urie." I raise an eyebrow at the informality he was sporting yet again. "If I were you, I'd really stop bothering us." He pauses, glancing at Dallon. My Dal. "I get that you loathe me for some reason, but you see, that's a dumb move on your part, considering the fact that I know what you're up to."

I tense up but remain quiet.

"Drop it Urie." He almost snarls. "You know Mr Jones would dismiss you if he finds out about your relationship."

I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. Dallon freezes next to him, with terror-stricken eyes.

Ryan smiles sweetly, venomously sweet.

"Did you think I didn't catch the way you and Audrey lustfully grope each other after class yesterday? When you thought everyone had left?"

A/N: AAAA What's going on?? WHAT IS HAPPENING?! I hope you guys enjoyed the little angsty chapter! Please do let me know if you're happy with the way this is happening or if you have any passionate objections. Thank you, and I'll be back soon! ByeEE!