Adopted By Him..

Part 14

*3 days later; Damiens POV*

'Hey, I'm Pete Wentz fro-'

"Ugh, fuck off Brendon," I say groggily, smacking my phone. "I wanna sleep."

I feel the breeze from my door being open, and a figure stood at the doorway.

"Damien?" They said. "C'mon, school today."

"No.." I whine, dragging the 'o' out. "Not now."

"Yes, Damien. Now."

I sit up furrowing my eyebrows, Brendon, of course.

"But Brendon," I whine loudly, dragging the 'e' out. "I don't wanna."

"Yeah, and I don't want to work, but I have to. Get up and shower." He says before turning to walk out of my room. "And now, please." He continues before closing the door.

*25 minutes later*

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," I yelled. "Don't get your forehead in a twist."

"Excuse me?" Oops.

"Nothing." I say, stifling a laugh.

I stroll out of my room, and bounce down the stairs, outside, and to Sarahs car. But Brendon was there, not Sarah.

"I thought Sarah had to drive me?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah, Sarah had to do alot of things, but she's busy." He snaps back, flailing his arms up. 

'Someones angry.' I mutter.

*Time skip; at school*

"Right, Dame," Brendon says as I step out of the car. "I'll see you at 3:10, yeah?" I nod, before walking into school. 

I walk upto the reception thing, and wait for someone to show. Finally, someone does.

"Name?" She says softly.

"Damien Urie." I say back. She flips through her name chart thing, before slamming her finger down somewhere.

"Ah, yes, Urie." She says, before handing me my timetable. "Your first lesson is music, it's upstairs and to your left."

I thank her, before making my way to music. God, why did I let Brendon pick my lessons, I hate music.

I enter the music class, and everyone stares at me, including the teacher. 

"Urie?" He asks, I nod. About half of the class gasp. "Can you take a seat next to Emma, please?" I nod, and walk over to my seat, plopping down. Emma looks at me, her eyebrows knitted together.

"Uhm, yes?" I ask, confused.

She doesn't say anything, she just looks away. I shrug, and focus on the task. Wait, what is the task?

"S-Sir?" I ask quietly. He shoots his head up. 

"What, Urie?" He asks. Is he going to use my last name all the time?

"I need a sheet thing."

"Well, come up and get one." He's an angry one, geez.

I stand up, but immediately fall back down onto my seat, feeling light-headed.

The teacher notices, and walkie-talkies someone to come and get me, the nurse hopefully.

*5 minutes later*

"Damien Urie?" Someone called from the door. I look up and weakly smile. I successfully stand, but limp over to, I guess, the nurse.

She had a wheelchair outside, so I plopped down forcefully, and put my head in my hand.

"Mr. Sherman told me, so I brought you a wheelchair just incase you fainted. I see you're putting it to good use." She laughs, as she wheels me into the elevator, pressing the down button.

*20 minutes later*

"Feeling better Damien?" She asked. 

"Yes, I am." I replied. 

She looks at her watch, "2nd class starts in about 5 minutes, you're welcome to stay here, or you can go up to music and finish your lesson."

I shrug, "By the time I get there, the class will be over, so I'll stay here, if that's okay?"

She nods.

5 minutes later, the bell rang. I say goodbye to the nurse, and make my way to my second lesson, Maths. God, I hate maths.

I walk in, and as soon as I see the teacher, I freeze in place.

"Ge-Gerard?"

He looks up, and his eyes widen. "Damien?"

"The fu- hell man, I thought you had a music career or something."

"I did, up until 3 years ago." (Hehe, did I trigger y'all)

I nod slowly, before going over to a random seat, slamming myself down. A few seconds later, the other students came rushing in, and sat down on their seats. Luckily, no-one told me to get out of this seat, so I made myself comfortable.

*A few minutes later*

"And that, is ho-"

"Sorry I'm late Sir." Someone said as they entered the room.

"God, Stump, you're always late. Why?"

"My Dad Sir," He said. "He's always busy so he doesn't get home in time for school."

"Mhm.. Just go to your seat please."

He strolls over to the empty seat, and violently sits down, cracking the chair a little.

"Anyway," Gerard continues. "That's how you expand and simplify."

He handed out a sheet for us to work on, it took me virtually all lesson to do. I'm bad at maths okay? 

*End of class*

I rush out of the classroom, I could feel Gerard burning a hole through the back of my head.

Oh Lord, break time. I mentally cringe, and pull my phone out of my jeans pocket. I don't know who to text, so I just message the first person I see, Sarah.

'Saraaah.'

It takes about 10 minutes for her to message back a simple 'Hey.'
Seconds later, another text from an unknown number.

'Hey, emo.' Uh, what?

'Um, hi?'

'Why are you here, you don't belong here.'

'I've literally been here for 2 hours, real nice you dick.'
'Oh, and because my parents sent me here, if that's okay with you?'

No answer, cool. I text Sarah back.
'Sarah, I'm boored.'

No answer. Okay. 

*3rd lesson*

'Fuck yes,' I think to myself. 'Art!' If there's anything good about my timetable, it's double art. 

As I walk up to the classroom, a small group of girls step out of nowhere, and surround me.

"Ugh," I groan. "What?" I can't be bothered with this right now.

(A/N - Thank y'all for 100 reads holy shit :))