The List (Panic! At The Disco)

Chappy 1

Brendon
"Abigail! Do you know the answer?" The teacher, Mrs. Butler, asked, causing to poor girl to look up without knowing a clue of what was going on.

The girl shook her head and the teacher sighed, "You'll have to participate one day or you'll end up failing my math class." The girl rolled her eyes with a scoff.

"Don't test me, Abigail."  Mrs. Butler warned. The girl nodded and looked back down at her notebook.

"Psst! Brendon!" Spencer said, hitting me on the shoulder. I looked back to him with an eyebrow raised.

"Isn't that the last girl on the list? You could win this bet, 200 dollars, if you get her by the end of this year. We're only a month into school." Spencer stated with a smirk.

"How am I supposed to do it? She doesn't talk to anyone!" I sighed, already giving up.

"C'mon! You fucked the deaf girl! You can figure out how to get into this girl's pants." He tried to rally my spirits.
I nodded, "I'll befriend her and try to get it going."

Just then, the bell rang and the girl sprung out of her seat, nearly bolting to the door. I was quick to catch up to her.

"Hey! Abigail, right?" I asked, walking beside her in the hall. She just nodded, glancing at me slightly before keeping her eyes wandering between other students.

"I, uh... I wanted to see if you maybe wanted to hang out sometime. As friends, of course. I thought you seemed lonely and was wondering if I could befriend you." I scratched the back of my neck nervously.

Smooth, Brendon. Smooth..

She nodded, attempting to end conversation as soon as possible.

"Really? Great! Hand me your phone and I'll give you my number. We can exchange them."

She gave me her phone and I gave her mine. When I finished she gave me my phone and snatched hers out of my hand, picking up her pace to stop our conversation.

I sighed and went to class.
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Abigail
It's lunch time now. My worst nightmare.

If you didn't assume this already, sitting on the floor of the cafeteria or sitting outside in the dirt when it isn't raining, isn't very much fun.

The amount of food and wrappers that are dropped or thrown at you should be illegal.

I'm, obviously, the school's freak show. I never talk to anyone and people always spread fake rumors about me. Now that Brendon fucking Urie has talked to me and exchanged numbers with me, the rumors and food/wrapper throwing is a lot worse. I was thinking that maybe people would fuck off with it because I was befriending Brendon fucking Urie. But no, that didn't happen. The worst part is that the only reason I "befriended" him was to get away from rumors and bullying. He doesn't have to know that though.

"Hey."

I looked up from my notebook to see the one and only, Brendon fucking Urie. I sighed deeply, seeing he had brought along a few of friends including Spencer, Ryan, and Dallon. I closed my notebook quickly and forcefully when I caught Dallon trying to peek at it.

"What do you want?" I asked, a sickly sweet tone to my voice.

"For you to sit with me and these guys at this table that cleared up." Brendon gestured to an empty table nearby.