The List (Panic! At The Disco)

Chappy 3

Even though I looked like shit and had a black eye I couldn't cover well enough, I went to school. I had to or else I'd fail my grade, which would cause even worse of a home life. I kept my head down as I walked into the school and stopped at my locker. I got everything I needed and then headed to math. I instantly sat in the back of the classroom and held a book in front of my face so no one would see my eye. I covered it as best as I could this morning but there was no hiding it.

Near the beginning of class Brendon walked in and sat next to me. I turned my book slightly so it blocked my eyes from his vision.

"Hey." Brendon said plainly, taking out his materials for class.

"Hi." I said, turning my head away to my backpack, grabbing my materials and then covering my eye from Brendon. Considering last night, he would flip if he saw my eye, or he would still ignore me because I refused to tell him who gave me bruises and cuts.

"You're acting weird. Put down your hand, you look retarded." He said, grabbing my wrist gently and attempting to move it down.

I flinched when he touched my wrist and that caused a moment of weakness in my form, allowing him to move my hand away. I lowered my head, knowing he would see it. After a few seconds I let my hair fall over my face, once again hiding my black eye from his view.

I heard a deep sigh from him, "I've already seen it. There's no point in hiding it or who did it now. If you don't tell me, I'll tell the guidance counselor and the dean about your black eye and bruises."

I looked up at him with wide eyes. The guidance counselor was a terrible person and would insult you about everything. No one understood how she even got the job.

"Fine. I-it's my dad." I said, my voice full of shame as I lowered my head again.

"Haven't you told him to stop?" He asked.

I nodded my head lightly as the bell rang. It was the first time all my attention was devoted to a class. I wouldn't talk to Brendon when he tried and he would sigh each time.

I hoped he would give up, but he even got in trouble trying to talk to me.

The bell that signaled class had ended rang like music to my ears.

I gathered my things quickly and walked towards the door. Right as I left the classroom I was pulled to the side by a tight grasp to my wrist. The person pushed me up against the locker.

I regained my focus and saw that it was Ryan. Anger easily filled my body and I guess he sensed it.

"I know! I'm supposed to stay away from you but I wanted to warn you of something." He said quickly.

I let it process for a second before becoming more calm. I relaxed my shoulders and gestured for him to continue.

"Okay well... You're the last girl on his list of fucks. He needs to complete the list by the end of the year or he loses a car and $200. So, he's trying to become your friend and eventually get in your pants. I followed Brendon that day you slapped me and he kissed you. That was a step forward in his plan. It's slowly coming into play and you can't let that happen if you know what's good for you. Brendon said he would only back off if you had a boyfriend, which he said was unlikely. I'm proposing that you pretend to be my girlfriend so that he'll back off. He'll lose the bet and you'll still be a virgin. Or at least I assume you're a virgin. Sorry if I'm offending you. Oh god."

"No I'm not a virgin, unfortunately, and no worries. It's fine. You didn't offend me. As for the fake boyfriend thing, I'd say we give it a go."

"Oh. I didn't think you'd say yes. Well to get the rumor to kick off I say that we hug now and hold hands as I walk with you to our next class."