Brendon was glaring at Mikey, his hand leaning against the wall. It was very heroic-movie like.
"Excuse me, but who are you?"
"I'm Brendon, Scarlet's teacher, and you are?"
"Mikey. Scarlet and I are just having a little chat."
"Well, I thought I heard very clearly that you were bothering her. Harassing, even." Brendon said smoothly, slowly getting closer.
He moved his way to me and picked up my hand delicately, inspecting my wrist with a look of concern.
"This was Mikey, right?" He said lowly to me.
I nodded and bit my lip, not knowing what he was about to do.
"Oh my God can you just, like, go away?" Mikey protested.
"I don't think so. How about you just run along before I have the police over for trespassing. You don't go to this school, do you?"
Mikey looked suddenly flustered and nodded, leaving through the nearest exit.
Brendon glared at him till he was completely out of his sight, and turned back to me with a smile.
"So...happy birthday...again...and sorry about that guy I don't know what his deal is."
I felt a sudden drop in my stomach. Almost...guilt? I didn't quite know.
He walked into his classroom, and then into the janitor's closet. He went inside and grinned, then gestured for me to join him.
"It took you forever to come out of that, why do you want to go back in?" I laughed, but continued to walk to the same place as Brendon.
"That was the cheapest gay joke I've ever heard in my life." He said, a smirk pulling at his lips.
He closed the door and pulled the string to turn the light on. Brendon was grinning from ear to ear, and that's when I noticed the cage on one of the shelves. It contained a brown and white hamster, and it was gnawing at a piece of food.
I swooned and gasped in awe, crouching to see it better.
"Bre-- what? I've always wanted a hamster!" I said, opening the cage and taking the small animal into my cupped hand; it fought little and didn't struggle, which surprised me.
"I know. Remember when you spammed me all those photos of hamsters and wrote in all caps? And then you almost died when you read the Hat Fic?"
"Oh...yeah." I laughed, slightly embarrassed I hadn't remembered. "I'll call it...Kurt Cobean."
Brendon stroked it with his finger.
"Oh my God of course. I had to keep him in here all day, but I'd check on him as much as possible and left the light on. He's really soft, y'know."
"I can tell." I pet him lightly and put him back in his cage with my whole hand so I didn't drop him in there.
"There's more to your birthday present, too."
I glared at him.
"I don't need all this! I was fine with the card!"
"I know, but...it's your birthday."
Why was he doing so much for me?
"Come on, you might wanna text Patrick. We may be a while."
I was very confused, but texted Pete, since Patrick was at work and probably had his phone off.
Brendon took me to his car and undid his tie, took off his blazer and put on a leather jacket. He has style.
I put Kurt in the backseat, even buckling a seatbelt over him for extra protection and did my own belt. Brendon started driving and turned the radio onto a soft volume, just about making out that it was Queen. Brendon Urie and his fucking Queen.
We talked for about half an hour before we came to a stop at a little ice cream place.
"It's the best ice cream in town! Well, this and our town. But it's worth the drive."
I smiled and exited the car, Brendon following. He walked up and asked what I wanted. I replied with a double scoop cookie dough ice cream on a cone with chocolate sprinkles. He ordered it with extra sprinkles and then said something quietly.
We sat down at one of the two tables outside near the front window, the other one empty.
Our ice cream soon arrived, and mine had a sparkler and a little flag that said 'Happy Birthday!" on it.
"Aw! Brendon that's so sweet! You didn't have to!"
"I did." He replied, scooping some ice team with a little green neon spoon from the pot his chocolate one was in. It had a wafer with it, too.
"Happy birthday, Scarlet." He said, kind of quietly.
"You've said that already!"
"Oh, have I? Still,"
After a few minutes, I was eating the cone and Brendon's ice cream had melted, so he got a spoonful of the chocolate substance and wiped it on my nose, instantly a bit stopping onto my bottom lip.
"Jeez dude! You got cow candy on my nose!"
He laughed and wiped it off with his thumb, then licking it off.
"You missed a spot," I exclaimed, pointing to my lip, I expected him to wipe it off with his finger or a tissue, but instead I felt his lips press hardly against my own, kissing me as if tension had been building up and he released it all in that kiss.
FIRST OF ALL, WOW. MIKEY'S EXIT MADE ME WANT TO THROW UP IT WAS SO RUSHED AND UTTER TRASH. ALSO, THIS CHAPTER IN GENERAL IS TRASH. AND I MEAN BBQ DORITOS TRASH, AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT BBQ DORITOS ARE THE HITLER OF SNACKS.
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The Death Of A Bachelor - Brendon Urie teacherxstudent fanfic au
Fanfiction"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,"
