From fame to college. (Tyson Ritter/Brendon urie fanfiction)

Chapter 3.

"First of all i need to let Urie know about this. " I told Tyson with uncertainty, he could react in two ways. Flip out or flip out. The two boys didn't seem to like each other at all, Urie was his tormentor after all.

"What? Why?! " I guess it was flip out. I held his shoulders and looked him dead in the eye.

"I need to know what work we're doing so we can get ahead. I'll go do it now, he'll still be there i'm sure, i'll wing him an email. "

"You can email teachers here? Isn't that alittle... Weird? " He perched on the edge of my desk as i logged on to my chrome book.

"It's definitely your first year " I laughed and he just looked like a cute befuddled toddler " Hell, we could email our secondary school. "

"Pervy if you ask me. "

I just smiled in response as i typed away an email to Urie.

'To Professor Urie,

I was wondering whether you'd still be around at school as i need to speak with you urgently. If you're not, then not to worry but if you could let me know that'd be great.

Yours,

Cassie Franco. '

I watched as Tysons eyes scanned the already sent email. He nodded with as much content as he could muster, even that wasn't alot.

"Stay up here or hang with my parents, your choice. I'll be back in 30. " I checked the time, 5.30, and then my email pinged.

'Miss Franco,

Affirmative, i am still around and 'available' as you call it.

Look forward to seeing you.

Cooper. '

I shivered and left, hearing Tyson muttering something along the lines of 'Creepy, Pervy jerk'.

The only thing good about this journey was the fact i was getting used to my beloved golf. She ran smoothly and the music blared with unbelievable definition, i was singing along as i pulled up next to the only car left, which was an almost electric blue audi a7. The higher the number the posher the car it had been said.

I twisted the doorknob and much to my surprise the door swung open. Guessing he would be in his class room, i headed south.

"Hello?" I wrapped my knuckles against the glass door. It was odd for a classroom to have a fully glass door, but it was pretty flash. I admired it as i let myself in.

"Mr Urie? " I called out again, weary of the open closet across from where i stood.

"Cooper?" I ambled towards it. It was pretty unlikely he was in there, it was pitch black. My mind was telling me this, but i felt different.

"Is this a god damned joke? " I peeked into the closet, frustrated and certain that he was playing tricks.

I suddenly shrieked as a cold hand wrapped around my wrist and dragged me further into the shady closet.

"Holy shit! " I cursed accidentally as my head collided with one of the storage cabinets. A male voice echoed me one he had realised and the light flickered on dimly. I was thankful it would take a while to get bright, my face was probably the colour of the red traffic light by now.

"Urie, are you serious? " I whacked his arm in such a manner i heard the connection. He raised an eyebrow, and right now i didn't care at all that i could get kicked out for this. My heart was beating out of my god damned chest!

"Cooper would make me more comfortable" He replied sheepishly, leading me out of the cupboard.

He took a stand and offered me a hand up, which i took simply because the guilt of hitting him was starting to pelt down on me like a furious hail storm.