Brallon(Ill think of a more interesting title later)

They Don't Realize (Chapter 1)

I glance at my alarm clock. Damn, I woke up late again. Slapping my face in exasperation, I roll out of bed. I'm supposed to break this bad habit, along side any other bad habit that came from the past. Shaking my head to wake up, I get ready for school.
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While arriving at school, I immediantly felt the need to hide. There a lot of cars and the students continue to blabber to their friends about summer. My summer? You may ask. Was literal shit(excuse my french).

Flashback

"He shouldn't stay here! He's a faggot Grace!"

"But he's our son! He deserves to live! You can't tell him how to live Boyd!"

"Tell him to leave the house by tomorrow. Lets see if he can actually listen for once!"

I walked back to my bedroom to hide my ashamed feelings.

End of flashback

I walked to my first class, .Math. On a different note, I fucking hate math okay?

Anyway I walk to my math class(can I say something about how In England they say maths. Like??? England get your shit together[to clarify this is a joke])

I slowly walk into my class, and look around. The area looking quite big. I felt a pair of eyes on me and turned to see who it was.

There the teacher stood. About 6'4 with icy blue eyes. His lean figure sitting on his suprisingly huge desk.

My thoughts were interrupted by the bell.

"Okay class take a seat before I make you guys have a seating chart." The teacher threatens. Everyone including me picked a random seat.The teacher chuckled softly.

"Welcome class to your favorite class!" The teacher smiled.
"You all can call me Mr.Weekes. Just dont wear it out."
The teacher-Mr.Weekes-winked. He sat up from his desk and took long strides to the middle of the class.
"Since I am your guy's favorite class I'll let you all talk among yourselves. Have a good rest of the day."
He walked back to his desk smiling and I couldn't help but wonder why.

The rest of the day went by fast-or so I think (dun dun duuunn;))

I was walking down a random hallway after school when I suddenly was hit against the lockers with a big force.

"Hey faggot."as soon as the words left the guy's mouth he punched me. I whimpered from the pain.

"Why dont you just stop being gay because we all know you love girls." The guys spits out.

"Ryan Ross." A low voice said. I try to see who it was but couldnt tell. "Principles office. Now." The voice sounded angry to the point that it had the kid running away. I was soon met by blue eyes.

"Are you okay Mr. Urie?" I wet my lips and taste blood.

"Mr...Weekes? What are doing here? Shouldn't you be in your classroom?" I ask hesitantly. He shakes his head.

"You need to get to the nurses office or something." Mr.Weekes replies. I frantically shake my head.

"Can you just.. um.. take me to the bathroom?"I plead. The look of anger removes from his eyes and is replaced by concern. He nods and then we slowly head to the bathroom.

Once reaching the bathrooms, Mr. Weekes cleans me up by removing blood. I winced a few times but otherwise was okay.

"Mr.Urie." Mr.Weekes snapped me out of my thoughts as he starts talking to me.

"Its almost 4 I need to get you home." He says. I slowly nod my head and stare into his eyes. I forcefully removed my gaze and said a quiet,"okay."
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Once I got home at my apartment or what I told Mr.Weekes 'my parents apartment', I laid on my bed. The only thing I could think about was Mr.Weekes. I fall asleep thinking of just that.

If your here please share this book with friends or people that ship brallon. I would seriously appreciate it a lot. Of course you don't HAVE too but it would be very helpful.