Heartbreaker [Ryden] [BOOK ONE]

- two -

School wasn't to terribly bad, it had its ups and downs. Downs consisting of being called out for cheating on my homework, and being insulted on my choice of clothing, and ups consisting of getting a pat on the back for smart-mouthing Brendon- and getting away with it. Ha, what could Brendon possibly do to me? Tell my parents?

Hell, they're to busy caught up in their own "business" to care. I would admit, throughout the rest of the day, Brendon gave me more attention then my own parents have over the course of a year, sending me stares, glares, and even shoving me into things, and "accidentally" knocking my books out of my hands.

Most of the time, I would simply shrug him off my shoulders, gather my things, and get back to work on whatever I was doing. It was until  choir when he really got on my nerves; couldn't he just leave me the fuck alone? 

We were in the midst of singing some French song when Brendon pushed through the double doors of the class, interrupting us all. I cursed under my breath, burying the bottom part of my face deeper into my scarf in hopes I could just disappear. It didn't happen.

"Urie," Mr. Hanson began, motioning for the boy to step forward. I frowned, as if there was a sour taste in my mouth. Honestly, there kinda was, Brendon's existence put a sour taste in my mouth. 

Brendon smiled, his award winning smile. As expected, I heard little gasps and giggles from the girls in the front rows, I simply rolled my eyes at him. "I'm here. I've decided to join choir this year," He finished for the teacher. 

"That's great! Go head, Urie, choose a place to stand." I grunted in distaste as he started towards me, a smirk plastered on his face. He'd chosen to stand right beside me. As expected, Patrick, who was originally beside me, automatically made room for him with a rather big grin.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I snapped at him, his eyes were still on me, hardening. He snorted softly, shaking his head. Mr. Hanson rose his hands, signaling for us to began. Surprising thing was, the beginning of this song was in French. Most the kids had yet to learn it, but I already knew all the words. 

"Singing, obviously." Brendon sarcastically retorted as the class began singing. I sang along, my eyes still locked on Brendon. His lips weren't moving- hell, he wasn't even attempting to sing! So I stopped singing to glare at him.

"Doesn't appear so," I muttered, looking elsewhere. Brendon glared at me again, opening his mouth to reply, "I don't even know what they're singing- it's obviously in a different language, Ross." He flailed his arms around before dropping them by his side.

"Dès le premier jour

Ton parfum enivre, mon amour
C'est dans ces instants
J'aimerais être comme toi par moments
Mais depuis ce jour
Je n'ai qu'un seul, et unique regret..."

I sang, and then quickly added, "It's French." Brendon pulled a look of disgust, "French? What's it mean?" I couldn't believe I was actually helping Brendon  succeed in school, not that he needed help, he was basically loved by all the teachers. 

"It means fuck you." I decided, shrugging. Brendon frowned, shaking his head. How would he know? It could mean anything, according to him! "Mm, I don't think so." He cockily replied. I squinted at him. 

"From the first day

Your perfume intoxicates me, my love
It is in these moments
I want to be like you at times
But since that day
I have a single regret."

Brendon nodded slowly, as if he understood. Did he? Did he really? I rolled my eyes, looking back over to the teacher. Brendon didn't appear to like the lack of attention I gave him. He nudged me, getting my attention back. I snapped my eyes over to him, "What."