Temptation (Ryden AU)

The Good, The Bad, And the Weekes

*Brendon*

High school is a bitch, that was easy to see. I mean who wants to wake up at 5:30 in the morning, to go to somewhere you don't want to go, do work that you won't need later in life and deal with assholes.
I wouldn't say my school like was rough, I had a few friends and an awesome boyfriend, and my art and music teachers were pretty cool.
Checking my phone and getting out of bed I decided to take a shower and let the water run down my back as I lowly sang out the words of some 80's rock anthem.

I rinsed my body and got out, dabbing my body dry with my towel whilst I brushed my teeth. I looked towards my clock and pulled on an old weathered down Ramones shirt and black skinny jeans, slipping on my converse and running out the door to my car.

I made it to school with time to spare and the first couple classes before lunch went by in a flash and some girl in my algebra, a junior maybe, threw up in the middle of class, I think her name is Sarah or something. It was pretty funny to say the least.
I bought my lunch, sitting at my normal table next to my boyfriend.

"Hey Dal." I said placing a kiss on his cheek before taking a bite of the overcooked pizza on the try before me.

"Hey Bren..." He returned my sly smile and looked into my eyes, ugh those eyes, you could melt just by looking at them. "How was algebra?"

I groaned playfully, "It was alright, Sarah or whatever her name is threw up in the middle of it so that was pretty entertaining, nothing else really happened though." I chuckled

"Hey Bren... I really need to talk to you..." Dallon said lowly, causing me to turn to him, I gave a crooked smile holing my breath slightly.

"What's up?" I asked, nervously adjusting my shirt around my waist and loosening it to fit better.

He let out a huff of air before looking me in the eye.

"Bren... I'm so sorry..." He choked out.

"What happened Dal?" I whispered, getting worried

"I-i-I cant do this anymore..." he said holding back tears

"W-what do you mean?" I asked, my heart beginning to shatter as the sense of depression seeped its way into my veins.

"I don't want this anymore." He finally got out, no tears, no distorted breathing, just heartlessness

"Di-did I do something wrong or-" My question cut off, but still filled with sorrow and laced with a bit of begging
"No Brendon." He replied, showing no emotion.

"Then why?" I said growing angry. "What happened to make you want to throw away a seven month relationship?" I let out an exasperated breath and continued, drawing the attention of a few people around us, including a few friends. I stood up, "Why Dallon what did I do"

"You didn't do anything Bren, just please sit down and don't make a scene there isn't a need for this can I please just talk to you alone?" He said pulling my hand towards his body to get me to sit down. I pulled back as though he had just told me he had murdered someone.

"You don't want me to make a fucking scene?" I asked angrily, sitting back down but scooting away from him

"What the hell happened? You said I didn't do anything, then what happened?" I asked the sadness finding its way back into my voice.

"I... You wouldn't understand Bren, I was drunk and it just happened..." He said lowing his head in shame.

"What the hell did you do..." I covered my mouth with my hand.

"I slept with someone..." He said looking back up at me no trace of regret in his voice as he said it.
I receded in my seat as he said it. My heart plummeting into my stomach as I tried to process what I was being told.

"Who... who was it..." I spoke towards the ground letting my tears fall down my face.

"I don't know if you know her..." He said, his head held high as if we weren't having this conversation right now.

"HER." I practically screamed.

"Yeah her name is Ashley, Ashley Frangipane, she's in the year below us." He said smiling.

I felt a pang in my chest as he kept talking about this girl as if she was the one he had been with for these past seven months. I took another deep breath and asked the question I truly didn't want to know.

"How long." I said under my breath, barely audible. After registering that I had said something he spoke up.

"About two months now." He said folding his hands in his lap.

And that's when I lost it, that's when all of my morals left my body and I started pounding my fists into Dallon James Weekes's chest and didn't stop until my friend Pete pulled me off of him.

This right here was it, this was why don't fucking get attached to people. I continued to shout vulgar words to him. I was done with this. I had given him my everything. I trusted him so much and he turned around and said this.

I was pulled out into the hallway by my trusty friend Pete, who of course was gay as hell but only for the wonderful Patrick Stump, I found myself crying in the comforting embrace of said Wentz and it wasn't until I had fully comprehended what had happened that I was running over the facts again in my mind, My 'loving' boyfriend of almost eight months had cheated on me with a female, I was completely and utterly heart broken and there was nothing to do to fix it, I was always told life is like a fairytale and you'll find the right one. Well this fairytale sucked and the one I wanted was on the ground with a bloody nose, and just as I was about to walk back in to apologize,

"Brendon Urie to the principal's office, I repeat, Brendon Urie to the Principals office."

Well fuck.