Chapter 3: He's a prick.

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Brendon's POV
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"No." His voice is stone cold.
"What do you mean no?" The principal asked sternly.

"I don't feel the need to apologize to Mr Urie." He said mockingly, the way he said my name made my stomach flutter. "It's okay Sir, I don't need Mr Ross's apology." I snap and walk out. Goddammit Spencer you had to go tell someone. I walk through the door of my history class. "Mr Urie explain to me why you are late?" Oh my god can you like not? "I was with the principal." I really wanted to storm out but my grades were already bad. "Why?" Oh I see how it is.

"Well you see," I start and clear my throat, "I got the shit beaten out of me!" I screm at the top of my lungs, flailing my arms around for dramatic effect. "Leave my class now." She said, I could hear the victory in her voice. "Gladly." I smile and leave the room.
As I walk through the empty halls I hear what sounds like people crashing around so I went to investigate. I look through the window of an empty classroom. Oh my god.

Is that Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump. It is! It was then I realised I was starting and they were looking at me. I back up as the door opened "Um hi Pat." I wave a little.
"Brendon promise you won't tell anyone what you saw." He seemed panicked. "I promise." I smile while trying not to jump up and down like a six year old girl. And then I see him, Ryan. "Well what do we have here?"

He's a prick

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