Faker

Chapter 1

Brendon rests his chin onto his hand, watching students enter the classroom closely, a blank stare on his face. He sees Dallon Weekes come into the classroom and watches him take his seat. He then feels a hand smack his arm, and his head almost drops. "Screw you," Brendon mutters to Frank, who's laughing loudly. Brendon sighs and sits back in his seat.

"You're totally obsessed with him," Frank tells him. Brendon bites his lip, blushing.

"I am so not. He's just—he's just someone to look at?" Brendon clears his throat when his voice begins to get higher. "Besides, you're in a fake relationship. Like you're any better than me." Frank glares at him, crossing his arms.

Ryan Ross comes storming into the room angrily, approaching Frank's desk. He rests his hands on his desk, eyes narrowed at Frank. "Fuck you," he spits at him. Frank leans away from Ryan's angry face. "You're going to fucking get it."

"W-what?" Frank stammers. Ryan scoffs loudly, glancing at Brendon.

"You fucked my boyfriend! I heard all about it. There aren't any secrets in this school." Ryan then smiles at Brendon, a harsh mood in it. "I heard it from Jon, who heard it from Spencer, who heard it from Hayley, who heard it from Vicky, who heard it from Gabe, who heard it from Brendon, who heard it from Frank."

Frank's eyes move over to Brendon. "What the hell, Brendon? I told you not to tell anyone." Brendon looks down, fiddling with his fingers. "Christ, now you decide to shut up?" Frank looks back up at Ryan—who is bigger than him and definitely capable of beating his ass—and offers him a smile. "Do whatever you want with me. But just remember that I'm with Gee, not you."

Ryan's eyes widen, and he doesn't respond. He curses under his breath and walks away to the front of the room into his own seat, leaving the both of them alone. Frank lets out a sigh of relief, then glaring at Brendon. "You are so fucking lucky, I swear," he says.

Frank lays his head down on his arms and falls asleep, entering a dream world where he can successfully strangle Brendon without actually killing him. Just as he's about to place his hands around Brendon's neck in the least kinkiest way, Frank feels something shake him awake.

"Fuck!" he yells, grabbing his chest. Frank and Brendon look behind them to see Gerard in seat, laughing so hard that there are tears in his eyes. "You asshole! I was having the best dream until you come along, almost giving me a heart attack. How the bloody hell are we supposed to fake date if I'm not even fucking alive?!"

"What were you dreaming about?" Brendon asks, now curious and sporting a mischievous smirk on his face. Frank just gives him a blank look for a few seconds before grinning the creepiest smile he could muster. Frank's smile would give the Cheshire Cat nightmares. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He smirks.

"Frank!" scolds the teacher, Ms. Steiner, a foreign woman with dark hair. "Move to the back! Brendon is obviously a distraction to you."

Frank locks eyes with Ryan, who has a panicked look on his face. He nods to him smugly, grabbing his things and heading to the back in a slight rush. At least Brendon's still sitting right in front of him.

"Brendon, you move to the front of the class," Ms. Steiner adds. Brendon stammers in protest, but she doesn't take it. "Go on ahead! I didn't ask for your input, Brendon."

Brendon frowns, glancing at Frank helplessly. He seems a little too distracted with Gee. He sighs and slowly moves up to the front, eyes avoiding Ryan, which is tough, considering he's right next to him.

"Fucking lame," Ryan chuckles, voice quiet. "Why would Gee ever go out with Frank? Genuine question, Urie."

Brendon looks at him. "He's actually great. You're just an asshole," Brendon replies.

"I did mean what I said, though. There aren't any secrets in this school," Ryan then says. "Everyone knows you've got a thing for Dallon Weekes. Everyone except Dallon. And I could always spill that secret, but you're cute."

Brendon stiffens. "What? Are you blackmailing me? Because you can't do that, prick."

"I'm doing it now, though. Like I said, you're cute. Cute enough to make Gee jealous," Ryan explains. "You fake a relationship with me, I won't tell Dallon."

Brendon glances at Frank once again, who's laughing at something Gerard said. He looks at Ryan and mutters, "Fine."

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Frank looks down at his watch for the fourth time, seeing that it's 3:15. He clenches his jaw impatiently. Brendon always meets Frank outside the school. Why is he suddenly ditching him?

He takes out his phone, dialing in Brendon's number. Brendon is slow to answer, and for a moment, Frank thinks he's died. "Uh, hey, Frank."

"Where the hell are you? I've been waiting out here for awhile."

Brendon takes in a sharp breath—making Frank stiffen—and he says, "I just got caught up in something? I was talking to someone. Hey, I'm actually close to the doors—"

He declines, and Frank flinches when the doors open up. He sees Brendon, and then he sees Ryan, holding hands with him. Frank's eyes widen with a frustrated shock. "No fucking way," he strains.

Brendon sighs, letting go of Ryan's hand. "You can go," he says to Ryan, who happily walks away. Brendon turns to Frank, who looks ready to punch him. "Listen, Frank. H-he said he'd tell Dallon that I liked him if I didn't do this. This wasn't meant to piss you off, I swear."

"You can't do that! You can't take his side! I thought you were siding with Gerard!" Frank exclaims. Brendon scoffs.

"Don't. Maybe I wasn't thinking straight, but this'll all blow over soon, okay? I just gotta keep everything fake for awhile. I don't actually care for Ross's feelings. I'm doing this for myself, and so are you."

Frank has a sour expression on his face as he thinks of how to respond to the boy. God, he shouldn't care this much, but it'll ruin Gerard's own plan. Frank has to crank it up a notch to help Gee out. He only wants to help him.

"How about your parents? What if they hear about it?" Frank then suggests. Brendon stares at him, keeping silent. "You know they're... Religious. Ever thought of what they could do if they found out you were with some guy?"

"Fuck, you're blackmailing me too?" Brendon scoffs.

"No! I'm just saying... There's a possibility that they find out. And you know that won't end well, B," Frank reasons. Brendon looks like he's considering it for a moment, but he shakes his head.

"It's a fake relationship. I'm not taking him home or anything," Brendon says. Frank sighs.

"Whatever. I'm walking home."

Frank pushes past Brendon. God, he can't fucking believe him. Who is he to turn his back on Frank? He'll realize that he's making a mistake soon enough, though. Brendon always goes the safe route.

If he doesn't, then Frank will just have to figure how to make him.