The Buddy Bench (RYDEN HIGH SCHOOL AU)

Chapter 6

A/N (I promise I typed this yesterday. I didn't publish this part from my computer and when I realized I forgot to I tried doing it on my phone but it wouldn't work. I'm so so so sorry. So ignore all the comments on an on time update.) An on time update???? Who is she??? I also started drafting in a notebook so I won't loose my drafts. Yay me.

-Brendon's POV-

No. No. No. No.

This isn't real. It's all some terrible dream. It's not really happening. Sarah wouldn't ever cheat on me. Nope, never. Would she? Especially with my best friend. Dallon wouldn't do that to me. I hope.

We've been best frens since I can remember. He wouldn't do that to me. Or would he? Maybe the reason Sarah has been distant because she is cheating on me with Dallon. 

These thoughts swirled around my head as I flew into a bathroom stall. I slid down the wall and let warm tears stream down my face. 

The late bell rang for seventh period but I didn't dare leave the safety of the bathroom. I don't want to risk being seen having a mental breakdown because my girlfren of three years has been cheating on me with my best fren.

Everyone thought I had a perfect life, I couldn't ruin my image. I have a Mustang, I'm captain of the  basketball team along with my best fren, I'm the most popular kid in school, and I have a beautiful girl fren. 

I ran my hand through my hair and pulled slightly on the ends. Should I bring it up to her or just act like I don't know anything about it? Having more than one secret weighing me down will probably end up killing me. Not literally  In eighth grade I figured out I was bisexual. I've had to keep that secret for nearly four (I think I did math right. Idk I'm tired) years. Keeping two huge things involving me would be way to much. 

I'll think about it.

There's not a single day where I don't think about how to come out to my parents. My mom always says that she'd love me no matter what even though I was raised in a Mormon household. My dad, on the other hand, would disown me. He would kick me out and stop calling me his son without thinking twice about it. 

I sighed and pulled my phone out of my bag. That's enough thinking for today. The screen flashed on to show a picture of Sarah and I. I whimpered and turned my attention to the time.

1:59

I'm almost fifteen minutes late for art. That's going to be fun to explain while the entire class burns holes in the back of my skull. That's being a little dramatic I guess. I grabbed my bag off the floor and unlocked the stall door. I decided to splash some cold water on my face to try and conceal the fact that I was bawling my eyes out five minutes ago. 

I strolled down the hall acting as casual as possible.

I walked into Mrs Fisher's room and everyone turned their heads toward me. Looks like avoiding attention isn't going to be easy.

"You're late Mr Urie," she said with an annoyed tone in her voice. (Sorry if this dialogue is different than Ryan's pov but I'm to lazy to go back and see what I wrote.)

"Whatever," I said nonchalantly. I had already looked around the art room and saw that there was only one seat open. I guess that's my seat. We must have assigned seats because of where everyone was currently sitting. I walked back to the table that two guys were already sitting at. With my luck one of them was Ryan Ross. A nobody. He was also my ex-best fren, but that doesn't matter now. There was also another kid I don't recognize sitting there. He must be new.

I stopped hanging out with Ryan in seventh grade. I don't actually remember why, but I'm glad that I did now. He was a nobody now. I'm a popular. They don't exactly got together. Sometimes I wish that I wouldn't of pushed him away like I did, but other times I'm glad I did.