This Isn't Right // (Ryden)

Chapter One - He's an Addict

The taller boy with skintight jeans sat down in front of Ryan, making him quiver in all his gayness.

"I see you staring at his ass, you pervert." Patrick hissed in his ear, chuckling. "You can't snag him up if you're gonna act like that."

Patrick Vaughn Stump was the biggest liar in the room at that moment. Sage advice knowing that he could click his fingers and ten girls would come dashing up to him and his friend Pete Wentz.

A punch knocked up Ryan a bit as Patrick gave him the death glare. "Dude forget it. This guy smells of liquor. "

"As if you're any better, I've seen you in your car with... "

Patrick gave a mortified look and grabbed Ryan's shoulder viciously. "I told you not to talk about that man... ". Ryan smiled. Patrick was only 'tough' when he tried to, but most of the time he was just a scared little coward.

Pete walked in the room just then, glancing at Patrick and smirking. Patrick narrowed his eyes and tried to stabilize himself, but to no avail.

"Alright everyone, please sit down." BigLips said, rolling her eyes. Her name wasn't really BigLips, it was Miss Monroe. Everyone called her names because of her little botox injections she got in her face, making her look like the love child of Nikki Minaj and a deformed Barbie.

"I gotta call attendance, okay? The first day is very hectic so please shut up and listen." She hissed, gathering her papers and squinting at their computer screen.

Patrick and Ryan started whispering as Miss Monroe called out some of the beginning names. "So, are you still gonna pine after him?"

"Patrick, you really don't know the game. I can get him. You'll see."

"George Ross!!?!" BigLips screamed.

"Here, sorry Miss Monroe.. " Ryan said, looking up. "But could you please call me Ryan?"

Man, death glares were trendy this season. She stared for about another 10 seconds before she began calling out more names.

"Patrick Stump?"

"Here."

"Brendon Urie?"

"Here." a voice called. It was deep and rusty, like a chain-smoker on cocaine. The male in front of Ryan shifted a bit, focusing on Miss Monroe.

"Oh, you must be new as well. You didn't come onto my homeroom roster until late. You should introduce yourself."

Brendon sighed and got up, his long skinny legs moving ever so slightly. The clicking of his shoes made Ryan focus on him even more. Brendon turned around, revealing the face that Ryan hadn't seen until now.

Well shit. He was HOT. And not the regular hot like the muscular tan boy blond hair 'Hey let's go to the movies' hot. He was emo bad boy hot, the one that makes you have heart attacks every single day.

"Well. I'm Brendon Urie, and I came here from Wisconsin." He said, a little lightened up. Then sitting down, the look on his face said 'Finally that's over.'

"Alright guys. I have everybody's schedule. Melanie, would you please pass them out? So when this bell rings in about 10 minutes you guys are just going to go to your classes. You're all juniors, I think you know the drill by now." Miss Monroe huffed, shoving the papers in poor Melanie's face.

"Hey there, saw you staring." Brendon turned around to face Ryan, smiling lightly.

Ryan's heart was about to explode inside his chest. That would be it, he would be dead and have no chance with this man whatsoever.

"Oh, right. Sorry." He said, looking at his feet.

"Nah dude, it's okay. I get that all the time." He chuckled.

Ryan and Brendon got their schedules, and Brendon snatched Ryan's up faster than a cheetah​ on LSD. "Let's see here. Oh, we have Chemistry and English together. And that's... " He squinted. "3rd and 7th period. That's great! "

The bell proceeded to ring, and Brendon smiled. "Well see you later, sugar. " He got up and walked away as Ryan gathered his things.

"Wow." Patrick remarked. "You're damn good."