Adopted (a Fall Out Boy/Pete Wentz fan fic)

Chapter 53

Brandie's pov 

Pete and I walked inside and I saw 6 of my musical idols sitting at a huge ass table with the rest of FOB, P!ATD, Ashlee, Rose, Emily, Deanna, Maxine, Billie, and Ruby. Damn. There's a lot of them. Okay there's 15 of them. 16 including me. Once again. Damn. 

Emily smiled and waved. I gave her a nod and she stood up and yelled, "HEY WE'RE OVER HERE! I KNOW YOU SEE US I JUST WANTED TO EMBARRASS EVERYONE!" 

I face palmed and we made our way over; everyone looking at us. Once we got to the table I introduced myself and shook hands with HU. Rose kept glancing around the restaurant. Oh yeah where's her friends? 

We were all talking and laughing after a few minutes. Rose smiled and stood up waving someone over. My eyes widened as the dorm advisor appeared. Her dyed red hair up in a pony tail, and she was wearing a skin tight, short hot pink sluttly dress. And 7 inch stilettos. I didn't know they made 7 inch high heels! She gave me a dirty look before sitting down. 

I quieted down as she started talking, recalling our conversation from last night. 

--------------------Brandie and the dorm advisor's conversation-----------

She shut the door behind me and pulled me to the bathroom. Once she made sure no one was in there she shoved me against the wall growling, 

"You're gonna stay away from Patrick and the rest of Fall Out Boy. You're also gonna stay away from Panic! At The Disco and Ashlee. They don't like you. Patrick doesn't love you. He loves me. But he doesn't know it yet." 

I looked at her saying, "Pete adopted me. I can't stay away from them. I'm in his legal custody until I turn 18." 

She shoved me harder agaisnt the wall growling, "Make it happen. Or I'll make hell rain down on you worse then I was going too. I know about your insomnia and cutting. Not to mention the annorexia. Plus if you ever want your statue back you'll listen. Let's just say I have friends in high places." 

My heart sank. Depression started to creep in, but soon vanished and was replaced by rage. I'm done letting people push me around. I shoved her back saying, 

"Listen to me. I'm done letting people like you push me around. I don't care what you know. I don't care if everyone knows anymore! Cause as long as I play well it doesn't matter. So go ahead. Tell people. I don't care if you tell tabloids of even the freaking president. Because this is the way God made me. This is the way I was meant to be and you know what people love me. And I'm happy with who I am." 

She glared at me before snarling, "You have no idea what I'm capable of doing bitch." 

I leaned forward so we were an inch apart making eye contact growling, "And you have no idea what I'm capable of bitch."