Affection, Adoration, and Infatuation {Ryden}

Take a Shot Every Time Someone Sighs, I Dare You

Ryans POV

"I'm telling you, Ryan, the new teacher is hot, okay. And, oh my God, guess what!" Pete squealed out to me.

"Pete, I could care less about the new hot teacher that you have a crush on," I responded as I shut my locker. I didn't have to get anything out or put anything in, but I might as well use the damn thing if it's going to be my mini-home type thing for the next one-hundred-eighty days.

"Pfft, trust me, Ry, I don't like him, plus, I've been talking with someone. Anyways, guess!" He said with as much enthusiasm as a kid being told they're going to Disneyland.

"Fine, what."

"He's gay. Gay!"

"Yeah, and guess what Pete," I said as I stopped to look at him. "I'm gay too! Gay!"

"Yes! Exactly!"

"You want to set me up with the health teacher just because he's gay? Pete, he's probably like, ten years older than me, why would I want to even talk to him?" Older men were definitely not my thing. Plus, older men are only for school whores that want good grades.

"Not only gay but hot. And he's only like, four years older than you."

"Four years too many, Pete."

"Ugh, sorry for wanting to set you up with someone! You haven't dated anyone since... yeah... And that was like, a year or two ago."

"Pete, I don't need a relationship, and if you do set me up with anyone, please just keep it in my age range." I sighed.

"Fine," He huffed out and dropped the conversation. "That's not gonna stop me from telling you how hot he was." He muttered, but I ignored it.

Health was my next class, so I was kinda excited, no, just curious, to see what he was talking about, honestly. I did not want to encourage Pete, that was the last thing I wanted, because if I said anything he'd never shut up. Not as if he doesn't already.

I parted ways with him and traveled to class. I was the first one into the class. Meaning I possibly got to choose where I sat for the rest of the year.

Might I say that once I walked into the room I fucking almost dropped dead. This teacher was gorgeous. Pete really wasn't lying.

"Please tell me you're not going to ask if I'm single too." The man groaned once I walked into the room.

"I-I.. no," I blushed. God he's gonna think I'm stupid. I cleared my throat before answering more clearly and asking why.

"That's what everybody has been asking me, 'are you single' or 'are you gay' or just 'happen to drop' their pencil and end up showing me way too much cleavage. Like, dear lord, please make it stop." He sighed as he slammed his head on his desk.

"It's only third hour, your day might just get better?" I said, trying to encourage him a little to make him feel better.

"I doubt that, it's just been one bad thing after the next. I'm considering alcoholism." He responded, not lifting his head from its spot.

I snorted and then coughed, trying to hide it and clearing my throat before continuing. "Why don't you just take a break? Like, not an actual one, just like, to breathe or something before continuing on?"

He just sighed.

"Uhm, sorry...?"

"No, don't be sorry, nothing's your fault... what's your name?" He asked, finally looking up.

"Ryan.. Ryan Ross."

"I'm Brendon, or Mr. Urie, but you probably already knew that..."

"Yeah, I've seen my schedule and I've heard some stuff."