Brendon Urie Imagines

Accidental confession

Five more minutes. Just five more minutes till break time.

I'm currently in Chemistry, and today the teacher thought it would be a good idea to put us in pairs for a "fun experiment!" Now, don't get me wrong, the experiment could potentially have been fun. But given the circumstances, meaning being pared up with Ashley, it is anything but fun.

The most interesting thing I've done in the past 35 minutes is pass Ashley the matches, watching as she insists on doing everything else and pretends I'm not there. Except, of course, when she needs me to pass the matches. Why am I 'not allowed' to take part in this experiment? Ask Ashley. No, don't, she'd probably bite your head off.

On normal days I'd argue with her, but it's been so repetitive these past few days that I'm just tired of even trying. She always ends up getting her way, somehow.

"Alright, that's the end of the lesson. Clean up and I'll see you next week!" My overly-cheerful chemistry teacher begins collecting the instructions for the experiment. "Remember to clean and put back all the supplies, ok?" I look over, and Ashley has disappeared out the door, leaving all the cleaning up to me.

After replacing all the supplies, I storm (walk quietly after smiling and saying goodbye to the teacher) out of the classroom. The corridor is now packed with students heading to their home room, and as I look down at the floor, wondering why Ashley seems to hate me more than anyone else, someone knocks my arm. My water bottle, which I had been clumsily holding behind my pile of books, slips away and clatters on the floor. I rush to pick it up, and only notice the lid has come loose when my right foot and ankle are drenched in water.

"Gosh, sorry. Are you ok?"

My foot is soggy and my ankle looks like it peed itself. No, I'm not ok.

"Yes, it's - " I break off when I look up to see who I'm talking to. Dark hair. Pretty eyes.

Brendon.

I straighten up quickly and snap my water bottle shut. "It's fine," I say. I move to the side to let someone pass, and drop my bottle again. This time Brendon picks it up.

"I still drop my stuff all the time. Cracked my phone twice in one month. I'm surprised it's still working." Brendon passes me the bottle and smiles. I ignore the feeling that erupts in my stomach.

"Thanks," I say, replacing it behind my books. "Well, bye." I walk past him and head straight to my home room.

Brendon and I were close friends before high school. But then he became really popular and, well, I didn't, and things just got in the way. Including my minor (major) crush on him that I finally allowed myself to accept in our Freshman year. Now that we're both Juniors, it seems like decades since we were close friends. We still smile when we see each other and say hi when we get the chance, but things aren't the same.

I push my thoughts aside with a banana and a book, trying to ignore my deafeningly loud classmates and sinking into my chair.

I head to class when break comes to an end. When it's time for maths, I take my usual seat at the back. Brendon comes in with his friends, sitting closer to the front. I copy down equations from the board, but get side-tracked staring at the side of Brendon's face. He looks cute smiling. He looks cute laughing. He looks cute when he's trying to work out an equation even though he knows he's hopeless at algebra.

I don't look cute when he notices me staring. I quickly look down at my page, but not quickly enough to miss the smile he sends in my direction. Damn it damn it damn it.

I stop myself from looking anywhere in Brendon's direction for the rest of the lesson, and my shoe is almost completely dry by lunch time. As I walk with my friend Lydia to the cafeteria, I see a pair of far-too-familiar faces. Ashley, and her best friend Cassie. I keep my gaze low, hoping they don't notice me. But, of course, they do, and a wicked smile spreads across Ashley's face.