Hold Me Down (Halsey;BrendonUrie)

7: Blue Haired Girl

Unfortunately, I was dumb enough to not get my gym credits out of the way in my freshman or sophomore year. So here I am, a senior, and in gym class.

My teacher is much older than a lot of the other teachers here at my high school. She's a heavier set woman named Coach Payne. Her gray hair came just below her ears and she always wore shorts that stopped at her knees and a jacket with old Jesus sandals.

We were playing a dumbed down version of softball and I was currently in the 'outfield'. "Look alive, Frangipane!" She yelled out at me and her voice echoed around the gym along with her cheap CD player playing hits from years ago.

I roll my eyes and perk up a little bit, but there's no point. Most girls in my class can't hit the ball very far or hit at all for that matter. I didn't really perk up until I heard the door open and I saw Brendon's eyes scanning around the gym for me. Once he saw me, he smiled.

Brendon walked over to Coach Payne. They converse for a moment and she pulls her whistle between her lips. "Ashley!" She gestures for me to come over to them. The old wood creaked beneath my shoes.

"We're just gonna finish a test, I won't steal her for long," Brendon says with his hand on my back, ushering me out of the gym doors. In the hall, he quickly looks around and once he sees no one is in the hallway, he presses a kiss onto my lips. "I had to do that." He says whenever we pull away. "And I wanted to borrow you for a bit. I'm sure gym isn't fun."

"Yeah, it's really not. Everyone smells." I say and he laughs.

"Cmon," he says and we begin to walk towards his classroom. We pass a few students on the way who weren't paying attention and had their headphones drowning out the noise in their head.

We walked up a flight of stairs and into his classroom. He locked the door behind him and I sat on his swivel chair at his desk. "Ah, your throne is so appealing." I joke and he smiles at me. He stood at the side of his desk with his arms crossed while looking down at me. Across his desk was a large calendar with lesson planes and special days written down as well as personal things like 'get an oil change'.

"What are you doing after school?" He asks and leans on his desk.

"Nothing, probably taking a nap."

"Well, screw that and come with me." He suggests with a smirk.

"And where would we go?"

"To my gym."

"You took me away from my gym to put me in another one?"

He laughs and shakes his head. "No but there's something I wanna do with you. It's a hobby of mine."

"What is it?" I spin around in his chair and pull my knees to my chest.

"You'll see," he steps behind me and puts his hands on the back of my chair, stopping the motion. He spins me to face him and his hands glide over my legs. He grabs my thighs and lifts me into his desk with the crouch of his pants pressed against me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth as he rubbed himself against me.

I could hear the papers crumpling beneath me but neither of us cared. His hands trailed up to the waist bands of my shorts and he began to pull them down. My heart began to race and I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back a few inches. "What are you doing?" I ask breathlessly.

"Taking off your shorts?"

I glance around the classroom. "Here?"

"Do you want it to be more special?"