The Boarding School (Brallon/Brendon Urie/Dallon Weekes)

Chapter Three

Me and Tyler had stayed up so late getting to know each other and listening to music that we had both managed to sleep through our alarms. Luckily, we still woke up half an hour before class, which was just about enough time to get ready if we really rushed.

Which is a pain for me since I can take hours on my look, but oh well.

We both quickly pulled on jeans and the stupid uniform, I spent a fair amount of time making sure that my hair looked perfect while Tyler scrolled through his phone, occasionally laughing or muttering something about Mexican food. Tacos, I think.

As soon as we had pulled on our shoes Tyler and I rushed out the door and down the stairs, as much as the size of the school is amazing it's a bit inconveniently big when you're late for something. Also I definitely can't see myself getting used to these stairs any time soon.

Following Tyler's lead we walked in to the class room with a few minutes to go, Tyler let out a sigh of relief while I caught my breath. There was a couple of people already seated, but judging by how he didn't say hi to anyone Tyler didn't seem to know any of them.

"Okay dude, that seat is free if you wanna sit there, good luck today" Tyler said, pointing to a seat on the very back row before clapping me on the shoulder.

There weren't really many seats in the class, there was enough to sit about 15 people, so I guess that the classes here are pretty small. I sat at the desk that Tyler pointed to on the very back row. Unlike my old school there was no graffiti on the desks here, not even a single drawing of a dick!

I'll definitely change that by the end of the year.

The door opened and the guy who Tyler has a crush on -Josh- walked in, he caught Tyler's attention and gave him a smile, and even from my seat back here I could see Tyler's ears go red. It was sweet, Tyler is such a nice guy and deserves someone just as nice as him.

Next came a guy with firetruck-red hair, he walked in like he didn't have a care in the world, fist bumping Tyler as he went to sit at the desk next to him.

I remember Tyler told me about him, but all I can really remember is that his name starts with a G.

Gertrude? No.

Gatorade? Probably not.

G-spot? Maybe.

I sort of zoned out, tapping my pen on my desk in boredom, until the sound of a chair being pulled out next to mine got my attention.

He sat leaning back, casually drumming his fingers on his desk and looking around the classroom. Now that I was closer I could see the incredible blue colour of his eyes, the cute curve at the corner of his lips and the way his messy brown hair was styled in the most perfect just gotten out of bed way.

Yep, in case you hadn't guessed it, I was sat next to Dallon.

I stopped my staring as I didn't want to look like an actual creep, but my heart was beating a little bit faster. I sound so immature, but it's not my fault the guy's a looker.

After a minute or two the teacher walked in and began the lesson, but I noticed that there was still quite a few vacant seats, when Tyler turned to look at me I gave him a questioning look, but he merely winked in response.

That little fucker had sat me right next to Dallon on purpose.

The teacher spoke for a few minutes about what the course was going to include, what we'd be doing and stuff like that. Honestly, it sounded pretty amazing,miles better than what I was doing beforehand at my old school.