Mr. Urie is my teacher. I am his student. Sometimes students fall for their teachers. But really, he wasn't supposed to fall for me too.
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Josh drove me to his house and pushed me inside.
"Put some of these clothes on," he pointed to a pile of slutty clothes. I gave him a look of disgust.
"Why the fuck do you have these?" I was getting mad at Josh.
His face became red,"Why not? I never told you to ask questions." He started to look through the clothes and threw me a short skirt and a see through crop top made of lace. "Since you couldn't choose I chose for you."
I stared in disbelief,"You cannot do this to me. I can call the cops."
He smiled evilly and chuckled,"Oh honey, I didn't want to tell you. I have a picture of you and Mr. Urie."
My face dropped,"I don't believe you."
He pulled out a wrinkled photo out of his back pocket and threw it at me. I un-crumped it and looked at it. It was me and Brendon kissing in the car. "You can keep that one, I have plenty of copies."
I picked up the clothes and looked at Josh waiting for him to turn around. He laughed," I'm staying for the show."
I gasped which made him laugh more. I took off my shirt and shorts in front of him and put on the slutty clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror. He licked his lips and came up to me. He wrapped his arms around me and tried to kiss me.
I pushed him off and he growled,"You're mine."
He came to kiss me and I reluctantly let him kiss me. His lips were cold and slimy. "You're so sexy," he groaned into my ear.
"We're going to be late," I reminded him. Outside it was dark now.
He gave me a dirty look. And pushed me towards the car. "Get in." I got in and he slapped my ass and chuckled.
He sped off into the direction of the last blast party. He was driving so fast and I held onto the handle. I buckled my seat belt.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a few minutes and when I opened them I heard someone screaming. Shattered glass was all over me. Blood was all over me. My body burned in pain. It was then I realized that I was the person screaming. Everything went black.
