Meant to Be-A Brendon Urie Fanfic

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     "So, Brendon, I want to hear you sing so I can decide where to put you." Mrs. Smith said.

     "Okay, do you want me to just go on the stage?" Brendon asked.

     "Yeah just step up there and sing anything you like."

     "Okay," Brendon got up and walked onto the stage. "I'm going to sing Bohemian Rhapsody by one of my personal favorite bands, Queen."

     I looked up when he said that. I loved Queen. Queen was one of my absolute favorite bands.

     "I know how to play that on the piano!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed and took a seat at the piano.

     And so, Brendon sang as Mrs. Smith played. I was getting mad at myself because Brendon has the voice of an angel which was making me compliment him in my head.

     As soon as Brendon finished, everyone clapped, including me.

     "Brendon! I have no words! You have a beautiful voice!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed.

     "He definitely does." The girl that was sitting with Brendon said.

     "Thanks." Brendon said and went back to his seat.

     "Okay guys, I have a very important phone call to take, so use the rest of the class period as a study hall." Mrs. Smith stepped out of the classroom.

     I just sat in silence and listened to my music, resting my feet on top of the seat in front of me.

     As the girl, which I learned her name was Jessica, was talking to Brendon, I still couldn't help but notice that Brendon kept looking over at me.

      After Brendon did it so many times, I just shrugged at him.

     "Hold on," He said to Jessica. "I'll be right back."

     Brendon started walking my way. Shoot did I look okay? No Margo! No, don't try to impress a guy stop.

     "I couldn't help but notice you're all by yourself," Brendon said. "I'm Brendon, Brendon Urie."

     "I'm Margo Smith." I said. "It's also not a coincidence, I don't really like anybody at this school."

     "Smith? Is Mrs. Smith your mom?" He asked.

     "No. I get that a lot though." I replied.

     "Why do you sit by yourself?" He asked. "I want to know Margo Smith's story."

     The bell rang. "Looks like you're gonna have to wait Mr. Urie." I said and I left the class but Brendon followed me.

After a few more minutes of Brendon following me to Physics class, I turned around and stared at him for a second.

"Why do you keep following me? Do you want me to show you my breasts or something?" I asked sarcastically.

"I mean I wouldn't mind," He began. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. Of course, he's like every guy at this school. "Wait! No, I want to get to know you, I want to know your story."

"No, I don't just tell any random person, especially not a hot guy that wants to 'get to know me so he can get in my pants.'" Shoot I let "hot" slip out. I have a feeling that I won't hear the end of it now.

"Hot? You think I'm hot?" He questioned. He smirked and I kept walking. He chased after me.

"It slipped. C'mon, look at you. You know you're hot."

"That is true. But please, why won't you give me a chance to talk to you? I want to be your friend!" He exclaimed.

"If you truly are serious about getting to know me, meet me after school in the junior parking lot." I said.

"Junior parking lot, after school. Got it!" He exclaimed. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Okay creep. See ya." I said and went to my class.