Boarding School~Ryden

Three

(Note: This story is set in the early 2000s. Homosexuality was not widely spread nor was it really "socially acceptable". As a member of the LGBTQA+ community, I don't condone any homophobic actions of the characters.)

The final bell rings, and I balance my textbooks on my hip. Mr. Brenner, the history teacher, is scribbling notes in his planner, and he waves the class away. I stand from my seat, students swirling around me in a sea. I step out of the class, when I feel a cold arm touch my elbow, and I jump slightly.

A tiny blonde girl, Jac, is standing there. Her arms are perched on her pointy hips, and her short cropped blouse skims just above her bellybutton, showing a tiny strip of pale skin. "Hi, Ryan!" She says, looping her arm through mine without asking. "Uh.. hello?" I say quietly, and she smiles at me.

"There's an off-campus party tonight, and you should, like, totally come." She beams. "There was one last night, and it was bitchin!"

I stare at her. "Yeah, I know. My roommate Brendon went last night, and he came back high off his ass." I say flatly, and her big eyes widen. "Brendon... Urie? The fag? Hah, he's friends with Gabe Saporta and William Beckett. They're stoners, all three of them. No wonder he was high. Sucks you had to get roomed with a cock-sucker." She says, talking at rapid-fire speed. I don't know her well, but she's always talking a mile a minute when I see her, hopping from topic to topic.

"I.. yeah, homos are weird." I splutter, put off by the way she's spewing out insults, and she giggles. "Yeah, for sure. Anyway, you wanna go tonight with me? To the party, I mean. No drugs, I promise." She says, slicking her hair back and smiling up at me.

I hesitate. On one hand, I've talked with her for about two minutes, and she's a total bitch. On the other... she's hot. And clearly, for some insane reason, she finds me attractive too.

But you want Brendon, I think to myself.

But then again, Brendon doesn't want me.

Jac looks up at me with her puppy eyes, twirling her hair around her finger and blinking hopefully.

Oh, fuck it.

"Yeah, sure, I'll come..." I mutter, and she claps her hands together gleefully. "Yay! Can't wait! See you later, I'll meet you there." She promises, standing on her tiptoes and pecking my cheek lightly. I cough, blinking after her as she darts off.

Well. Okay then.

***

Remind me to never make a social commitment again. Ever.

I don't know how to act! I don't know how to dress! What if Jac wants to fuck? What if someone spikes the punch at the party? Is punch a thing at a party? And where the hell is said event?

Brendon enters the room silently, dumping his backpack on the bed and yanking his shirt off without warning. "Hey, Brendon...?" I ask, biting at my lip. "What?" He says, placing a hand on his hip and spinning around, and the only thing I can think of is, Wow, he looks a lot better than Jac doing that, even though he looks totally pissed.

"There's this party tonight? Off campus? And I was wondering where? My... friend invited me."

Brendon scoffs. "There's one at the Kappa Alpha Delta house, at the local college. But, um, it's pretty hardcore. And for someone who is as anti-drug as you, I dunno if you can handle it..." He says, a challenging smirk on his face. My mouth opens and closes. "I can handle a little party, Urie. How bad could it be?"

***

Bad.

It's bad.

First off, Brendon's directions were not helpful. I tried to get more out of him, and eventually, he turned to me, arms crossed.