Adopted By Him..

Part 16

'Hey, I'm Pete Wentz from My Che-'

I smack my phone, but the sound continues. The hell? I turn my phone off and back on, and the sound finally stops.

7:30am, ugh. It's too early. 

*20 minutes later*

Sarah comes barging into my room, sees me completely pantless, and rushes back out, muttering an 'oh god.' I go a ruby red, and stand there in shock, before putting my underwear and pants on.

"Okay Sarah, you can come in now!" I shout after a few minutes

She opens the door slowly, as I'm putting my shirt on. I had a binder on, so it wasn't a big deal.

"Come on," She says. "You're going to be late."

"It's not even 8 yet, chill." I say while putting the shirt over my head.

"Damien." She says sternly.

I throw my hands up. "I'm just saying, it's not even 8!" 

She looks at me, annoyed.

"Alright," I sigh. "I'll be down in 5." 

She nods, and walks out of my room. I rush to the bathroom, and start to clean myself. I brush my teeth violently, and comb my hair back-ish.

I run downstairs, to see a clearly annoyed Brendon standing there, arms crossed, tapping his foot.

"Jesus Dame," he snaps. "Took you long enough!" He opens the door, and makes his way to the car. I follow him after shutting the door.

*Way to school; Brendons POV*

"Brendon?" Damien asks shyly, making me jump. I look his way, to see him sat small in his seat.

I roll my eyes. "Damien. Sit up, and what?"

"A-Are you mad at me?" He asks softly, voice slightly breaking. I raise an eyebrow.

"Why would I be?" I ask, averting my eyes back to the road.

"I don't know," he says. "You and Sarah are.. Grouchy this morning."

We are?

"Me and Sarah have jobs to do, Dame." I say. I hear a slight 'mhm, okay' coming from him.

*At school*

"See you later Da-" He slams the door before I could finish. He doesn't look back at me, just storms off into school.

I shrug, before driving off once he's out of sight.

*Damiens POV*

Music, as if this day couldn't get any better.

I stroll upto the classroom, entering slowly, making my way over to my seat.

The teacher looks up. "Damien.. You're early for once. Get an instrument until the others arrive, if you'd like." 

I nod, before standing up and walking over to a keyboard in the corner of the room. I play a random Fall Out Boy song over and over. Wow, I'm fairly good at keyboard, huh.

As soon as I finish, the now full class erupts into clapping. I smile and turn around.

"Thanks guys!" I smile warmly. Maybe music won't be bad after all.

"Good performance Urie," Mr. Brott says. "I could get you some keyboard lessons if you'd like." I nod.

*End of music*

I bounce my way over to maths, and into the classroom.  Gerard gives me that 'the-hell-are-you-doing?' look. I shoot back a 'leave-me-alone' look, and he turns around, writing sloppily on the whiteboard.

5 minutes later, the rest of the class arrived, and plopped down in their seats. I hear a few groans, sort of like a 'I-hate-this' groan. I hated maths, but I guess it was alright considering Gee was my teacher. 

"Alright class," Gee said clapping his hands together. "Today, we're moving onto a different topic."

I groan, but a little too loud, as Gerard shoots me a death glare. I smile awkwardly, mouthing a 'sorry.'

*Start of 3rd Lesson*

'Aw yes!' I mutter to myself. "Art time!'

As I was walking to Art, the same group of girls appeared, once again, out of nowhere.

"Fucks sake," I say, turning my head away. "Can't you 4 just leave me alone?"

"Nope," The front girl said, sassily popping the 'p'. "We can't."

"Well," I say, raising my fist. "Looks like you'll be getting the same treatment as last time." 

They backed away, and I chuckled to myself. Their black eyes were still noticeable, which was surprising. Walking to my art class, now 5 minutes late, one of the girls shouted something I could barely understand.

I sneak into the classroom and slide into my seat, the teacher barely notices. I get out my sketch pad and pencils, and doodle some random things.

*20 minutes later*

"Damien?" The teacher asks, making me jump. "Your dads here for you."

"My dad?" I ask confused. She nods.

I pack my stuff away, and walk out of the classroom, meeting Brendon shortly after.

"So, Dame," He says. "You excited about this?"

Excited about wha- oh. "Yeah," I say dryly. "I am." I'd forgotten all about today. 

"You don't seem like you are." He says softly, as he steps into his car. I do the same.

"I am, I just forgot, thats all."

"Right.." He says, unsure.

(A/N - I couldn't think of an ending, so I just left it here)