new perspective ➵ brendon urie

I feel the salty waves come in

-- BRENDON'S POV --

Noisy teenagers, grouchy adults, cement halls lined with lockers; school. Better known as "The Jumpstart for Your Future" or at least that's what my mother calls it. Apparently it's "important" to go to school because you "learn new things". Pfft. Who is she kidding? Certainly not me.

Seeking my locker along the endless sea of red metal and teenagers I finally came across the number 1014. Squeezing myself between the two groups of people who were at the lockers beside mine, I pulled my shoulders in to stand smushed between their backs as I put my combination in the lock and yanked the metal door open. Opening my backpack and setting it down, I found which text books I would need before lunch and grabbed them and sliding them into my backpack and zipping it up. The three massive books read "Chemistry", "Algebra II", and "English".

Using my foot to kick the door shut I walked in reverse to get out of the mass of people I was stuck between. Thank goodness I'm not claustrophobic. Rolling my eyes at the groups who still paid no attention to me, I walked through the hallway, a slug in my step to make it evident I have no interest in being here today. Or any day for that matter.

As I made my way down the crowded halls someone bumped their side into mine. A feminine voice calling out from beside me, "Well if it isn't Mister Cool Guy himself. I thought you said you were going to skip school today? Oh, right, you don't do anything wrong."

Furrowing my brows, my gaze met Riley's as she bit the straw to the ice coffee she was holding, a smirk playing at her lips. Trying as hard as I can to maintain the serious expression, I ended up breaking the scowl with a grin before responding, "Sorry, I don't associate with nerds." The second that left my mouth she playfully punched my arm, triggering a laugh from both of us. "I'm not that much of a Saint," I said with an eye roll.

"Sure thing Mother Mary. You're the epitome of a perfect mormon son."

"Just think of it this way. I'm blessing you all with my presence." A smug grin grew on my face as one of Riley's brows shot up.

"Okay hot shot. Try not to get a big head," she mused. After pausing for a second she reached up and poked my forehead with a smile, "Sorry, I forgot you already had one."

Knitting my brows together in frustration I huffed. "What was that thing I said before? Oh, right. I don't associate with nerds, sorry."

Neither of us could resist laughing. I don't know, I just can't be serious around her. Entering our English class, the whiteboard read in all caps "GRAB A LAPTOP". Exchanging a gaze with Riley, I'm sure we both knew there was no reason for us to both go to our desks then grab the laptops.

"If you take my backpack to my desk I'll grab your laptop," Riley proposed.

"Hmm... Your proposition is tempting," I said in the best english accent I could muster up, my index finger tapping on my chin. "You have a deal."

Extending a hand for her backpack, she handed it over before extending her half-drank iced coffee. I raised a brow as she said, "Sorry, it's a package deal with the backpack." I hesitated to grab the drink, messing with her. "Oooor I can only grab a laptop for myself."

Taking the drink, I walked away taking a sip of it. Scrunching up my face to show just how disgusted I was with her before stating, "Really, vanilla? You are so basic." Setting our stuff down at our side-by-side desks in the back corner, I slid into my chair.

"Well sorry, princess. I didn't realize I was shopping for your favorite flavor." Riley said, sitting down beside me. She slid the laptop she grabbed me onto my desk

"Oh, you know I drink my coffee black. But seriously. Vanilla?! I thought your favorite was Caramel." I noticed the blush on her cheeks and asked, "Is this because of Nick?"

She pushed my shoulder, the blush that was a light pink before because a vibrant amber that covered her whole face. "Drop it." She quickly composed herself quickly.

Deciding I should stop torturing her I asked, "Do you think we're going to be starting out research papers today?"

"Probably, I thought Smith said we were starting them some time this week sooo," she made sure to drawl out the 'o' in so.

I groaned instantly and set my head down on the desk, face down. Turning my head to face Riley, I was looking at her sideways. "Wake me up when class ends?"

"Awww, would you really risk losing your straight B's for a nap?"

"Not everyone can be a straight A student like you."

Lowering the pitch of her voice, Riley said, "Learn from your master, young grasshopper."

I couldn't help but break out laughing, a couple other students giving me dirty looks for having any type of joy this early in the morning. "Learn I shall."

Feeling a vibration in my pocket I pulled out my phone only to see a slew of missed text messages. Sighing rather outwardly I got a crooked look from Riley. Shaking my head towards her she shrugged in response as a short way of saying 'Whatever'.

GROUP CHAT

Pete: What are your opinions on cereal?

Gerard: How does this pertain to anything????

Pete: Just answer the question

Gerard: It's basically soggy wheat

Patrick: Is that good or bad?

Tyler: good, obviously

Tyler: lmaooo soggy wheat

Josh: moiST WHEAT

Me: h8 u josh

Laughing softly I decided it would be best to save reading the responses to Josh's comment for later. I could already sense Pete was on the verge of spamming the group with cereal memes.

Locking my phone I slid it into my pocket just before the bell rang. And when it did the teacher started talking and confirmed that we had to do a research paper.

Closing my eyes I grunted under my breath. School is going to kill me at this rate.

-- AUTHOR'S NOTE --

this is the first part of the story i have re-written. wanted to de-develope brendon more at the start to help with future character development. hope you guys like it better. <3

also. if you want to know what Riley looks like, look up Paige Hurd.