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1:brendon urie doesn't know if he's completely gay

boys.

i was surrounded by them, and it wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that i was questioning my sexuality. a couple months ago before i moved south from nevada, this wouldn't have been an issue. i was at a perfectly regular school with hot girls that had jumped at the opportunity to suck my dick. but now here i am, in a religious, all boys school in southern texas. it's been months, and i still haven't met a single female in this entire fucking city.

i made friends pretty easily, but hiding my confused state was difficult. they always talked about their girlfriends from the all girls sister school a couple blocks away. and i couldn't exactly say, "hey i'm gay," because i'd probably get disowned by pretty much everyone i know. i sighed, not really wanting to eat my lunch anymore, so i stood up to throw my tray away. i go back to my seat and put my head in my hands. "dude what's wrong? you look like you want to die." i look up and see my closest friend, ryan, sitting across from me.

"nothing, i'm just really fucking tired. i got zero sleep last night." i rub my eyes to keep up with the act. what else would i say? "oh yeah i've liked you for like a month and you have a nice ass, can i fuck you?" because as much as that would be great idea, i don't want to get expelled.

"lower your voice or else johnson's gonna make us clean the boards again." he whisper yells.

i shrug, "that'd be better than sitting around all day listening to mr. morris yell at me for not bringing the right books today."

"brendon, again? this is like the second time in the past week." ryan laughs, shaking his head.

"i rush in the mornings, okay? i don't have time to pay attention to what i'm doing." i notice we only have a few minutes until the bell rings to go to class so i start gathering my things. ry does the same and our hands brush against each other. i feel my face go hot, but i ignore it because i don't want to cause a scene.

we stand up and start walking to geometry, passing by mr. morris' office on the way. he gives me an all too knowing look and i know that i'm going to have to stay after school again today for detention. i groan, lolling my head back.

"what happened this time?" ryan asks beside me. "detention again." i mutter in response. i can't believe this! he's always on my ass, and not in the good way. my parents are probably going to take my phone away for another couple of days since this is the third time mr. morris has called home on me.

he'd probably be a cool teacher if it wasn't for the fact that he is literally bipolar. i could be doing nothing and he would say, "good job, mr. urie." or i could be answering a question and he'd say, "go to the office immediately!" you can never win with that guy. i'd also find him really cute if he wasn't my nagging calculus teacher.

"man, you should get morris fired. like, even if you're breathing, he thinks you're getting out of control. what's his deal? and it's only with you, no one else. i think he might be gay or something." ryan snorts.

i nearly choke on the air just then, but i restrain myself. "i know i'm hot, but that dude needs to chill and bring it down, like five notches. plus isn't that illegal? i'm underage and his student so wouldn't he get arrested for sexual assault towards a minor?"

"it doesn't matter if you're under eighteen, people get arrested for sexual assault towards any age. why are you asking? did he touch you or something?" he asks, eyes widening.

"no no no- i'm just saying. if i were to say he did, he'd get arrested for sure, right?" i ponder as we walk into the classroom and take our seats.

"don't even think about it bren, it's a messy plan that isn't going to work out. just ignore him." he says turning to look me dead in the eyes. "promise me you're not going to do something stupid like that."