🌑Chapter 3🌕: Pretty Boy

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Lana's POV
"What if he is not really like we think he is? What if the whole 'fuck boy' thing is just a rumor? What if Brendon Urie is actually a really nice guy and not a selfish and egocentric guy like we think he is? Come on Lana! You haven't gone to a date with anyone since you broke up with James!"

"A date?" I said while looking at Bell like if she was mental. "Bell, he didn't asked me out on a date, it was just the school cafeteria with his friends and I'm sure he was just in the hunt of a new victim, which I refuse to be!"

The days passed by and in each one of them I could see how Brendon smiled at me every time he passed near me, but I just ignore him because I know if I smile back, he will try to talk to me.

Friday, I went to my locker and seconds after my body is facing the locker, I feel someone placing both of their hands in my waist while whispering "Hey beautiful" into my ear.

I have heard this voice before. That was a voice I used to hear everyday, a voice that used to be relaxing.

"James, what are you doing?" I say pushing him away from my body.

"Come on Lana, I know you still love me." Says James

"James, you really hurt me, in fact, you caused me so much pain, that I am just unable to ever love you again."

"I know how to make you love me again" James said placing his lips into mine as his hands slowly go down reaching my butt. This feels wrong in every single way, I can't believe I ever enjoyed this feeling.

"James! Ugh! Get off of me! Don't you ever fucking touch me again!" Words escape my mouth in the angriest of the tones.

"What's wrong babe? My kisses always drove you crazy and you know it." James said with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, drove, past tense." I said wiping off his saliva off my face.

"Yeah right, you're eyes are begging me to kiss you again, Lana." Says James sarcastically

"No they are not! James, you're an asshole! You have always been! I can't believe I have never realized. Now go away, I don't want to talk to you."

"But bab-". James shut his mouth immediately he saw an arm wrapping around my shoulder.

"But nothing Pretty Boy, you heard the girl. She doesn't want to talk to you. Now leave her alone. Byeeeee!" Said Brendon.

"Whatever" said James rolling his eyes and walking away.

Was Brendon defending me? Could it be that Bell was right? What if he really is a nice guy?

Then I realize what I was saying. "Nah, that's impossible" I thought. He is just using this as an excuse to flirt with me. Probably a technique to fall for him. How lovely, the prince comes to the rescue of the damsel in distress and she falls deeply in love for her hero, but it is not going to work.

"Thank you, you didn't have to." I say avoiding eye contact as much as I can.

"I had to. I couldn't just stand there watching that asshole bother you." Brendon said.

"Yeah, thanks. Again. Anyways, I have to go". I said and walked away.

That same day, my older sister Camillia decided to give me a ride home. She is just two years older than me, so she is on her first year in college.

Camillia turns the radio on, and right after she yelled "OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS SONG!" I could hear the first three words of the first verse:

Oh, well imagine...

Wait. I have heard this before. Ugh. I remembered. This was the song that Panic! At The Disco performed at the school's talent show, two weeks ago. I'd recognize Brendon's voice wherever I go. My sister starts singing the chorus as high as possible.

I chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of...

"I love this band." Says Camillia

"Really? They're still on high school and-" I say but Camillia immediately cuts me off by saying "YES! I know! They're so talented! I know everything about them! You must be very lucky to be studying in the same school as them, especially Brendon which is soooooo hot!"

"Yeah, and a player" I say in disappointment.

"Well, what else can we say? Boys will be boys. Sometimes you just got to love their game." Says Camillia.

Finally, we arrive to our house. Oh, the weekend. Beautiful weekend. This is just what I needed. I can spend the entire weekend binge watching series on Netflix or re-reading a Harry Potter's book, especially my two favorites: Prisoner of Azkaban and The Goblet of Fire.

~~~~~~the next morning~~~~~~

It's Saturday! My favorite day of the week. I love Saturdays. Now that I'm 16, mom lets me borrow her car to go to the mall. Sometimes I pick up Bell at her house, so we can hang out together, but today I decided to go alone to clear my mind of what happened yesterday at school. Saturday is also Smoothie Day for me. I can't go to the mall and not get one. It's like my addiction. I have this weird obsession with berries, especially with raspberries. I always buy the Rockin' Raspberry smoothie because I am in love with it.

"Mom! I'm leaving!" I say while shaking the keys to let her know that I'm borrowing her car.

"Are you going alone to the mall?" Asks mom

"Yes, why?" I ask

"Okay! I just wanted to know. Be careful and be home by 7:00pm! I love you!" Said mom

"I love too mom, bye!" I said walking out of the house.

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