Is This Taboo? - Brendon Urie Fanfiction

*Chapter 69*

A/N - Sorry this update wasn't earlier, I slept in more than I thought I would and then had to work so sorry about that! Enjoy nonetheless.

-AJ

Brendon's POV

After being woken up at an ungodly hour to return Mia to her house to ready for the school day where I retrieved both her and Jaron, we arrived at school and I couldn't help feel absolutely empty inside.

"See you in Maths," Mia said happily as I planted one final kiss on her cheek before she rushed off to class.

"You alright man?" Jaron asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I cleared my throat before replying, "Yeah, of course," with a forced smile.

I didn't even think about the fact that I would be losing Jaron as a friend. There is no way that he would want to be associated with me once he finds out 'what I've done'. My life was truly turning to shit.

I trudged through first and second period, not even bothering to pay attention to anything that was going on, my thoughts were screaming at me and that was enough to deal with at the moment. Usually I would be called out for not paying attention, but it's almost like the teachers could see how much I was hurting, and decided to leave me alone for once, or maybe it was the fact that I had actually been trying these past few months.

Nevertheless, third period Maths reared its ugly head, and by ugly head I meant Katrina, the stupid bitch who was literally ripping my heart out and stomping all over it.

I arrived at class early, as did Mia, and I was surprised that she still couldn't see through my hollow expression. We had friendly conversation before class started, although I spent most of the time listening and trying not to cry my eyes out. I took in every detail of Mia's face, knowing this was to be one of the last times I was this close to it.

Class dragged on but eventually it finished. Mia grabbed me by the hand, leading me out of the classroom and to lunch when Katrina interrupted us.

"Hey Brendon," she said with a smirk.

"What do you want?" Mia asked defensively.

"It's alright b-babe, just give me a minute. I'll meet you at lunch," I said, stuttering at the word babe as it genuinely broke my heart to call her that.

She nodded slowly before heading off to the cafeteria.

"Have you made up your mind?" Katrina asked smugly.

I sighed, "Yes," I replied, dropping my head.

"I'm guessing the answer doesn't involve releasing Mia's nudes?" she said, twirling her phone around.

I shook my head, and I didn't need to look at her to know she was smiling to herself evilly.

"Excellent,"

I shot my head up, "You know it's disgusting how much pleasure you're getting out of this," I spat at her. She simply shrugged her shoulders. I rolled my eyes before continuing,

"So, how's this going to work?" I asked sadly.

"Basically, I'll start the rumour that we slept together and if anyone asks you, you have to say that it's true,"

"Ok so how do I know you're not going to post the pictures even if I do this?"

"Simple. Kick things off by texting Jaron, tell him you need to talk, that's when you're going to tell him about us, and once that's done, you can personally delete the photos from my phone. By then, the damage is done, and there is nothing you can do about it," she said proudly.

"You're such a fucking bitch you know that?" I said exhaustedly.

She turned to me, looking me in the eye with her cocky smile, "I may be a fucking bitch, but as long as I ruin your relationship with Mia, I don't care what you think of me. Hurry now and send that text!"

I grabbed my phone from my pocket, selecting Jaron's contact and composing a message;

We need to talk. Meet me at my locker in 5?

No less than a minute later I received a reply.

Ok.

I had already begun sweating, and Katrina had already made herself scarce, but surely still watching, making sure I kept up my end of the deal.

Five minutes later, Jaron was approaching my locker.

"Everything alright?" he asked, somewhat worriedly.

"Uh not really, no," I said, scratching the back of my head.

"Well I hope you've learnt by now that you can tell me anything," he said kindly, placing a hand on my shoulder. This was going to be harder than I thought.

I took a deep breath, knowing the words that were about to come out of my mouth would end relationships, not just with Jaron, but with Mia, Angela and the Moores.

"I kind of fucked up," I said keeping my eyes locked to the floor.

"How so?" Jaron asked.

"It's to do with Mia," I looked up and saw Jaron tense slightly at the mention of her name.

"What do you mean?" he asked, more sternly this time.

"Well I kind of cheated on her...." I trailed off.

"What!" Jaron exclaimed, drawing the attention of a few surrounding students.

"I slept with someone else," I said, looking up at Jaron. I didn't think it was possible for Jaron to be angrier than when he found out about me and Mia, but I was proven wrong.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled, taking a step closer to me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt.

It seemed our interaction was gathering some attention, as I could see people out of the corner of my eye running off and gathering their friends for 'the show'.

I didn't say anything, just let my head drop towards the floor.

"I KNEW YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS!" he yelled before pushing me into a set of lockers, causing a loud 'bang'.

"Look Jaron I'm really sorry," I tried to say, but I was cut off by a fist to the side of my face. I recoiled but didn't fight back, knowing full well that I deserved what I was getting, or what I would deserve if all this was true.

"DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE SORRY!" He yelled, drawing more attention to us, a bigger crowd forming and another first to the face.

He pulled away, taking a step back and clutching his hand, obviously his punching was taking a toll.

"WHO!" he yelled.

"Does that really matter?"

"OF COURSE IT FUCKING MATTERS. WHO. WAS. IT!"

"K-Katrina," I stuttered, only causing Jaron to get even angrier. He launched at me once more, and frankly I was surprised that no one had tried to break up the fight, rather they had their phones out, filming the ordeal.

I was now hunched over on the floor, Jaron kicking me repeatedly when Mia made an appearance.

"JARON WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" She yelled at him, breaking through the crowd of our audience.

"HE'S A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT AND DESERVES IT!!" He yelled back.

"DON'T SAY THAT! HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG!"

"Hasn't done anything wrong has he? Why don't you ask him that," he said stepping back a bit.

"Brendon, what is he talking about?" she asked worriedly, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

"I-I cheated on you," I stuttered out, fighting back the urge to cry myself.

Mia stood up slowly, the tears that were forming were now spilling from her eyes, as she turned and ran out of the circle.