Together Again / Brendon Urie

1. Adler

My palms are killing me and my knee is still bleeding from earlier. What the fuck Brendon. I place my books into my locker and hiss at the sensitivity on my hands. Blair taps my shoulder and I jump, almost screaming but it catches in my throat when I see it's a friendly face. "Girl, are you ok?" She asks wide eyed taking in my disheveled appearance. "Um, yeah. I fell." I mumble and she starts digging in her backpack presumably for a band-aid. "Fell or pushed?" She looks pissed and speak of the devil Brendon walks down the hall with his friends in tow. He looks at me with a blank expression and I turn hiding in my locker. Blair notices of course and drops her things running after him.

"Hey asshole! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" She pushes him from behind and he trips stumbling forward before rounding about with a smirk on his face. "Oh like you? I'm sure you're fun in bed?" He gets close to her face but she doesn't back down. Blair is taller then me and has long black hair, down to her waist almost but she always has it in some sort of braid to go with her native culture. "You wish you could get me in bed. But I don't sleep with Satan." She fires back and he laughs. "You're fiesty I like that," he reaches for her ass but she moves away quickly and flips him off. "Fuck off Urie!" She shouts through the kids that have gathered around. He smiles that douchebag smile of his and Blaire comes back to me. Apparently I'm crying and didn't realize this. "Oh honey, come on let's go to lunch." Blair soothes me and I look over at Brendon briefly. His eyes stare into mine, but he quickly averts his gaze and walks back to his friends.

"What is with you two anyway?" Blair asks taking a sip of her Diet Coke. "I don't know we use to be friends and then he started playing baseball." I mumble and pick at my fries. "That makes no sense, I feel like there is more to that." I shrug because god knows I'm done trying to pick the brain of jar head Brendon Urie and why he has bullied me since the 3rd grade. "I'm not losing sleep over it," I mumble and Blair gives me a knowing look that I am bullshitting.
The bell ending lunch rings and this is the worst part of my day. Why? You might ask, well I have to walk all the way across the school and Brendon and his goons do to. We have gym together, usually I can hide during gym because there are multiple gym teachers and areas that we get split up. Unless they put us in alphabetical order then I'm standing right next to Urie because I'm a Victor. Isn't the universe funny like that?

I make it out of the cafeteria first and hustle down the hallway towards my locker to switch out my books for clothes. I see Brendon and his crew coming towards my direction and mentally curse. Blair isn't my bodyguard but they definitely don't bother me as much when there is another person around. I shut my locker and hastily speed walk through the crowd towards the gym. I'm trying my best to stay ahead of them but I get stopped by someone opening a door unexpectedly and when I turn around Brendon is withing ear shot now. I stumble trying to avoid people and then I feel hands on me. An arm wrapping around my shoulder. "Well look who it is?" He smirks and his friends just laugh. I try to shrug him off but his grip tightens the more I try to break free, like a Chinese finger trap. "No stay, we'll walk you to gym." He whispers into my ear making the hair stand on the back of my neck. I surrender and walk next to him, our bodies brushing up against eachother ever so briefly as we walk and our hips bump into one another. "Why are you in such a rush to get to gym anyway?" He asks after a moment of silence. I don't reply so he tries again. "Do you like someone in gym class?" He coaxes and I break free now that we are 20 feet from the gym locker rooms. He let's me go laughing and I scurry off.

Shit, shit! I mentally scream. I'm holding my gym shorts in my hands and I'm holding off on getting changed because well, they're the wrong ones. I was in such a rush to get out of there before Brendon and his crew caught up to me that I grabbed the wrong ones. Which normally this is no big deal, except for the fact these are my soffee shorts and they hug my ass. Shit. I mentally curse again and quickly change, I can't wear my jeans to gym. They are are too tight and its Vegas, so it's hot outside.