Testosterone Boy (Brendon Urie)

🌑Chapter 14🌕: Grudges

Brendon's POV:

After I walk through the halls trying my best to not get caught by my buddies or Anna, I finally make it to the gym. Lana is sitting on the bleachers with a red notebook on her lap and a yellow pencil in her hand writing down in the notebook.

"Hey nerdy" I say trying to sound as friendly as possible.

"I thought you'd stop annoying if I agreed" her blue eyes pop up.

"Right, I'm sorry" I say as I sit next to her.

"So, what did you wanted to talk about?" She asks

"Well, about the day of our date..."

"Oh, relax, it was not a ... date, we were just hanging, go on."

"Right, well um, I wanted to apologize for making our date... I mean! **hang out or whatever as bad as it was. I just wanted you to know that I didn't know that that party was in my house, apart that my parents don't even let me do parties at the house. Look, I really wanted to impress you and I was so pissed that we had to leave our picnic movie night to solve that problem. Before I say this, I want you to understand that I'm not giving all the blame to her and that I'm not victimizing myself. I sure wasn't expecting Anna to kiss me, but I also did wrong in leaving you alone to join her up stage. I should've known her intentions and I am so sorry."

There is a moment of silence and her blue shiny eyes stare right into mine.

"You really wanted to apologize didn't you?"

"Yes, I was not feeling very good with you having that image of me."

"Well not so bad, Urie" she smiles.

"Can we start all over again? Please?"

"Yes, we can start all over again, but you need to know that I'm getting to know someone." Oh no. This can't be. It can't be him.

"It's that new guy, right? Oliver?"

"Yes. It's him and you should do the same with Anna. Get to know her better. I really can't believe I'm saying this but maybe she's nice and maybe you'll like her."

What? Wait no. This was not the plan. I don't want Anna and I don't want Lana with Oliver. Ugh, why is she so difficult? I have to come up with something. I can't just sit back and watch that tattoo guy steal my girl, but if I do something she'll hate me. This is frustrating.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." Yep, that was definitely a lie.

"So, we're good?" She asks.

"We're good" I say and we both shake hands.

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Lana's POV:

After I leave the bleachers, I head outside to wait for my sister to pick me up, but by this time she should've been here. I start calling her and calling her, but she doesn't answer. I won't be surprised if she forgot about me. I really won't. It would not be the first time.

"So, what are you doing here?" A voice with British accent says behind me.

"Oh hi Oliver, I'm just waiting for whenever the hell my sister decides to answer the phone and pick me up."