The Teacher | Brendon Urie

Chapter 9

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. No, this isn't happening. Alice never goes to detention, WHY would she come today?

"Alright, well you two can sit down and think about what you did." Brendon clears the silence and gestures towards the desks behind him. "I've got sh—uh—stuff to do, so you two can just work on homework until 3:30." I try not to laugh as he almost swears in front of Alice and glance at her. She narrows her eyes at me and I finally let out a giggle.

"What is wrong with you?" She sneers, pushing past me to sit at a desk. She pulls out her phone as Brendon looks between the two of us.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He points at Alice and stares her down hard. "None of that. I don't do cat fights, so if you want to start shit you do it outside of my classroom, capiche?" Alice looks at him with her mouth hanging open and I give her a smirk, stepping out the door quickly.

"You might want to close your mouth, Alice; wouldn't want to catch any flies in your money maker." Brendon's head whips around to look at me and I raise my hands in a shrug. "I'm outside of your classroom," I say smugly. I can see he's trying desperately not to burst into laughter, and his face is turning red with the effort.

"Touché." He manages to squeeze out. I step back into the classroom and close the door, taking a seat far away from Alice.

After what seems like an eternity of the two of us staring each other down viciously, Brendon looks at the clock and nods. "It's 3:25, Alice you can go." He waves her away and her eyes light up. She quickly collects her things and sashays out the door. I make to stand up, but Brendon shakes his head at me, closing the door behind Alice and locking it. "Not you." He strides towards me and starts laughing really hard.

"What the fuck, Brendon?" I raise my eyebrows at him. He looks like he's becoming the Joker and tears are starting to form out of the corners of his eyes. What the hell is wrong with this man?

"Flies caught in her money maker?" He giggles, grinning widely at me. "That was fucking genius, Cassie." I join in on his laughter and take a bow. "God, you're amazing," he steps closer, his laughter subsiding. I gulp down the lump that's suddenly appeared in my throat and look down at my shoes.

"Brendon, I—" he cuts me off by lifting my chin and forcing me to look into his deep brown eyes.

"No. You are." He makes to kiss me but I turn my head away. "What's wrong?" He furrows his eyebrows and drops his hand from my chin.

"We should talk about what happened last night . . ." I chew on the corner of my lip and look up at him. He nods and perches on the edge of the desk behind him.

"I kissed you, you fainted, I freaked out and called my best friend. What happened?" He scratches the back of his head awkwardly and I push out a breath of air.

"It's just . . . I got nervous and psyched myself out. I mean, Jesus Bren, I don't even know how old you are!" He looks at me for a moment and then chuckles, pushing off the desk.

"Let's see if you can guess," he says in a low voice, stalking towards me. He stops when his lips are a centimetre from my ear. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and breathe in a shaky breath. "I graduated highschool at 18," he whispers, running a hand up my back and sending a shiver down my spine. "I spent four years in college, and this is my first full time position." I can't think straight, and it takes me a few moments to recollect my thoughts and do the math.

"T-twenty two," I stutter out, finally letting myself break out of the trance he seemed to have put me in. "You're twenty two." He pulls back and smiles at me in response. "Well that's only five years, I'm sure it'll be fine with Mauve . . ."

"Whoa whoa whoa! You're going to tell your sister about me? Are you insane?" Brendon's eyes turn frantic and he steps away once again, pushing his hair back.

"She already found out last night, but she doesn't know you're my teacher. I'm not stupid." I roll my eyes and they travel to the wall clock. "Um . . . Brendon?" I change the subject, for good reason. He raises a brow at me and I gesture at the clock. His face goes slack and he double checks his watch.

"Fucking hell, it's already 5:30? You need to get home before—"

"Mauve is going to actually kill me." I sigh, grabbing my bag and making my way towards the door. Brendon grabs my elbow as I pass and looks me in the eye.

"Let me give you a ride, it's the least I can do." I look at the clock again and nod. He's right, it'll get me home faster, and it's not like it's out of his way.

"Okay, let's go." I keep walking and he follows suit until we reach his car in the parking lot. "Does this look suspicious?" I peer at him over the hood of his black camaro.

"Nah, every teacher gives students rides if they don't have a way home." He chuckles, sliding into the driver's seat. "Mind you, we're not really supposed to . . ."

"Brendon!" I whine, still contemplating whether or not to get into the car. He rolls his eyes and pushes my door open for me from the inside.

"Get in the car or face your sister's wrath, that's your choice." He shrugs, and I quickly scramble into the car. Either way we're going to run into the issue of explaining where I was, this way we can make up a lie about who Brendon is on our way.

"We have five minutes to think up a game plan. Where was I?" I look at Brendon as he turns out of the parking lot.

"I took you out for coffee after school and we lost track of time." I nod, he's pretty good at thinking on his feet.

"Now what's your back story?" He lets out a laugh and runs a hand through his hair absently.

"I'm a teacher at a different school, the one your friend Mick goes to, and it's my first year on the job." He glances at me and I purse my lips to the side. I guess that works . . . "It keeps things less complicated," he adds, as if reading my mind. And just like that, we pull into my driveway where an angry Mauve stands tapping her foot. Here goes nothing . . .