Fun, Young Hearts

What?

The drive to school the next morning felt quick, me and Spence just talking about how it went with Brendon. I wish I could've spent the night at Brendon's,  sharing a bed with him. Don't get me wrong, we don't cuddle or anything but I sleep better knowing he's there. Fuck that sounds clingy and sappy but who cares. Nothing can take this big annoying grin off my face. Thank god I didn't have to break up with him, he's still mine, he loves me... well confusingly sort of loves me, but it still feels great.

By lunch I've heard a few different variations of why 'Mr. Urie left'. From 'Being hungover all the time' and 'doing coke in the bathrooms' to 'he got offered a modeling job' and 'he's really an undercover cop like on 21 jump street'. I've rolled my eyes at every new theory, so much they ache. He's not an undercover cop or doing coke in bathrooms, he's letting me fuck his brains out at any given opportunity. A smirk grows on my face at the thought.

I'm sitting alone at the table waiting for Spence and Linda, who are currently in the queue for food. I sit scrolling through my phone, instagram and stuff, just listening to the voices around me. I look up when I hear my name among the gossip, who's talking about me? I catch a table of four looking at me, but the second I notice them, they turn away.

I bet it was one of them who wrote the anonymous complaint. It's only a bit of dirty talk anyway who would complain about that? Unless they were jealous 'cos I'm tapping the hot piece of ass that is Brendon Urie and they aren't getting fuck all. If this goes around though, I'll be known as the 'gay kid' and that's putting politely to what I'll probably be called. There's only Spence and Linda, and the like 2 boys I've dated, know I like boys, aswell as girls. Gender doesn't really matter to me.

I shoot back a glare at the four before being interrupted by Spence. He sits opposite me at the table, blocking my deadly stare at the other group. I know it was them talking about me because whilst talking to Spencer I could see them glancing my way every now and then, giggling in the process.

The day didn't go as bad as I thought, I know everyone has heard the rumour about me and Brendon by now but nobody has said anything directly to me, which is a bonus. Right now I'm just glad I'm alone in the locker rooms, I can change in peace.

I step out of the showers and fuck! I forgot a towel. I quickly run to the lockers and open mine to see my clothes missing. I swear I put my clothes in this locker. My heart starts racing as I check every inch of the changing rooms for my clothes or a towel. This isn't happening. This. Is. Not. Happening! I spot something, a piece of fabric sticking out of a locker. I rush up to it quickly pulling it out. Are you fucking kidding me? I slam the clothing on the floor as I realise what it is, it's a maid's outfit. A fucking maid's outfit. It's one of those short, skin tight black dresses with a frilly white pinny. Sort of like a 'slutty maid' costume. I have no choice I have to put it on, I can't wonder the corridor naked, walk out of the school naked, get into Brendon's car naked. It takes some convincing but I put on the dress. It's very tight and even shorter on me than it's supposed to be because of my height. It just covers my ass and luckily it just covers the front aswell.

I grab my bag, check whoever stole my clothes and left me this outfit didn't steal anything else, thank god they didn't. School finished well over an hour ago, no one will be here now right? I stick my head around the exit of the changing rooms, the corridors are empty either way. I begin to slowly walk towards the exit when I hear it.