Teacher of the Year • Brallon [ON HOLD]

"and pass like dreams,"

1 week later
-only timeskip in the entire book-

"Uh, two black coffee's with extra caffeine please." Dallon offered a generous smile after signaling the waitress his order from the seats where the blooming couple sat at.

Brendon crunched on the cookie in his mouth with a curious expression. "I thought you didn't like black coffee?"

"I thought you didn't care?" Dallon replies back.

"I was just curious." He shrugs with humerous smile.

"So i was thinking..." Brendon shifted in his seat, "its memorial weekend and teachers planning the day after. Would you do me the honor of being my guest to a close friends' wedding?"

Dallon smiled brightly before grinning at the auburn haired woman who served the twos' drinks.

"I'd love too, but I have to watch my kids and they sometimes don't do well on their own." He says.

Brendon tilted his head in thought. "Well... maybe you could bring them with you?"

Dallons eyes widened he sniggered at the statement whilist easing his nerves with the bitter coffee. "Brendon you dont understand-"

"Dallon please? I honestly dont want to be at her wedding alone."

The taller pursed his lips together in thought. Stirring more sugar into the coffee to lighten the bitterness before tapping it on the side. "What kind of friend would i be to not help another out?" Dallon sighed happily. "Of course I'll go."

Brendons smile faltered before he looked down at the coffee, seeing his saddening expression through the reflection he smiled again to mask his emotions. "Friends... yeah." He sipped his coffee as if it lacked texture.

"Brendon, Urie."

A voice so mocking and sinister projected dramatically from behind the mentioned. A voice he thought he got rid of years ago.

"Ryan."

Brendon scowled as he glared at the man from over his coffee mug.
Dallon's hearing heightened at the mention of the name.

Dallon, a couple days ago searched some files in the main office about this 'Mr. Ross' his students where speaking of. Turns out this Ryan Ross guy has his record layed out for him.

Six files layed out for assult and seven for drug abuse. There wasnt a day after his employment the man didnt go to school high off his cap. But the district stated they needed a counsler for the curriculum. They could care less who, they just needed someone to fill the spot.

Dallon peered over Brendon's petite shoulder to see the guy in question walk closer. He had gained a lean figure with shorter, stylish hair. His features the same smoldering gaze.

"I see you have a new friend." Ryan grinned malicely as he studied Dallon's features. His hand reaching up to cup Dallon's jaw.

"Fuck off." Brendon warned alerted of his actions. Dallon cringed and slapped Ryan's hand from his face.

"Who the hell do you think your talking too?" Ryan hissed, drawing closer as he pulled his pocket knife out and to his neck.

Dallon stood up, his blood boiling. "Get the hell away from him!"

The few people in the shop where caught in attention but didn't bother.

Ryan faced Dallon, knife prominent in its shiny silver and Brendon gasping for breath.

"I'd close that pretty little mouth if i where you." He warned.

"Why did you break my car, Ryan? Why are you doing this we did nothing to you!" Brendon rasped.