Hanging around the school commons before class, we all joked and talked about random things.

"Angel face, c'mere!" I stepped closer to Gerard.

"What?"

"Frankie! Stand here." He made it so we stood back to back.

"Whatta ya think, Mikes? Who's taller?"

"You're still going on about this!? I'm taller than him!" I cried.

"I think Frank's actually taller." Said Mikey.

"Ha! I told you!"

"Mikey, you're not helping!"

"Face it, miss angel face, I'm taller than you." Frank spat.

"Oh no, you don't get to call her that! That's my name for her!" Gerard protested.

"Told ya, Frankie." I said as Gerard put an arm around my shoulders.

"Whatever, point being," Frank smirked, "I'm taller."

"You so aren't!" He made a face at me, I made one back.

"It's okay, sweetheart, it only makes you more adorable."

"You're not helping either! I'm not shorter than Frank, there's no way!"

"Awww..." Gerard kissed the side of my head. Agh! How is it possible for me to be shorter than him!? Ugh...

"Well, I'm gonna head to class. You guys are mean." I walked off, without Gerard.

"H-" He began, following close behind me, but was interrupted.

"Hey baby doll, I just-"

"Brendon, how wonderful of you to talk to me! The man who tried to fuck me in a trashy car leaving me by myself at the dance! Thanks for that, by the way." The sarcasm was very heavy as I walked away, Gerard beside me.

"Y/n, wait! Please..."

"She doesn't wanna talk to you, dick!"

"I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to her!" He turned to me, "Please, can't you give me another chance? I'm really sorry. I messed up, bad."

"Haha, no..."

"What? No, why?"

"Because, you fucked up. And well, I have a new boy now."

"What? How? Who!?"

"I'll give ya a hint." Just then, I pulled onto Gerard's collar, kissing him sweetly.

"Oh, real mature! You're just going out with him to mess with me, aren't you!? Fuck you!" He went to class, I pulled away and we walked in just behind him.

"Angel face..." He smirked, just before walking in, he pulled me back in for more.

"Gerard, we gotta..." He finally pulled away.

"Right," He took my hand, waltzing into the classroom before letting go and standing on top of his desk, everyone stared as he began, I only stood beside, "Hello, Mr. Bruh's first period history class!"

"Gerard, get off the desk..." The teacher groaned.

"Not until I'm done! This little lady right here," He pulled out the chair and had me stand on it, "Don't mess with her, she's mine!" He kissed my hand. On the other side of the classroom, Brendon scoffed, "Okay you may go back to your studies now!" He jumped off the desk and sat down, just as I did.

"You really didn't have to do that."

"I didn't, but I wanted to."

"Why? You think someone's gonna walk through that door and whisk me away?"

"There's a chance..." Just then, the door burst open, with Frank standing there, "What!?" Laughing, I only stared at my boyfriend, totally astonished.

"Gerard..." Frank came over.

"Iero, for the fifteenth time, you're not in this class!" The teacher called.

"I know, give me a moment!"

"Iero!" He looked to the teacher, "Out!"

"Okay okay! He began walking, but turned to Gerard, quickly delivering his message, whispering so I couldn't hear.

"Iero!"

"Alright alright!" He stepped away, "See ya, sorry Mr. Bruh!" And he left.

"What was that about?" I asked, he turned around.

"Oh, nothing..." Okay, now I'm curious...

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing!" He held a look, "I can't tell you, yet."

"Why?"

"It's a surprise, you'll have to wait till Friday." Friday... Christmas...

Before I could say another word, the teacher came over and told us to be quiet. Shit... if he's getting me something... I should probably come up with a present for him... should I just ask what he wants? Maybe...

Class went on until it finally ended with the bell ringing. He turned to me and smiled.

"What?" I asked, grabbing my bag.

"You're adorable..."

"I am not!" I protested, walking out the door.

"Yeah you are..." He kissed my cheek, "It's a good thing, I promise." He said, before walking the other way. I rolled my eyes, but smiled as I walked to my class.

"Hey doll..." Brendon greeted, taking a seat next to me.

"Brendon, go away..."

"Please, can I just, talk to you?"

"No! Go away!"

"Y/n, I'm sorry, what I did was unacceptable. But if you give me another chance I can-" I groaned, putting a hand on his face, and pushing it away.

"Stop talking, go away." Finally, he got up and went to his seat. What is his deal!? He seriously thinks I'll take him back after making me cry like that!? Besides, I got Gerard now...

Class began, it felt the same as always. Except for the fact that Brendon kept looking back at me every five seconds. Why? Stop staring at me... please...

"Y/n?" I looked up to see Pete had turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Uh," He itched the back of his head, "This feels extremely wrong, but, Brendon wanted me to give you this." He handed me a letter, so I took it from his hand, and stared at it. I could practically feel Brendon's stare burning into my head.

"What's in it?" I asked.

"I'd tell you, but I'm sure Brendon would hit me a dozen times if I did. Just, open it." I stared at the letter, curiously. I think I'll wait to open it... just until I can show Gerard... oh Brendon, what are you up to?

The bell finally rang, and I bolted out the door before Brendon could catch up to me. That was... interesting...

Quickly, I made it to math, taking my seat next to Patrick as nothing particularly interesting happened. That is, until the bell rang and a boy I hadn't quite met yet came over to me. He's one of Brendon's friends, right? Ryan? Great, what is it this time?

"Hi, Y/n, right?"

"Yeah..." I answered, gathering my things.

"Uhm, I'm Ryan, I'm Brendon's friend. Well, he wanted me to say-"

"I don't wanna hear it. Can't he just leave me alone? He's got no chance! I have a boyfriend!"

"Oh, you do? Who?"

"Gerard..." I said, walking away, but he caught up with me.

"Wait, Gerard Way?" I nodded, "But I thought-"

"Yes I know, you thought we hated each other blah blah blah. We're together now, okay?" I said, opening my locker.

"That's cool, just, unexpected," I sent him a look, "Okay, yeah, I'll leave ya alone. Just, Brendon... he means well..."

"He tried to fuck me in his nasty car, then told me he didn't actually care about me. So I'm sure he means very well." I said with heavy sarcasm.

"Okay, sorry for bothering you. See ya." He wandered off as I sat down with the boys.

"Hey baby..." Gerard greeted as I took the seat next to him.

"Hi Gee..." He kissed my cheek, taking my hand as he spoke with the boys, "Uhm, Gerard?" I asked.

"Angel face?" He asked back, so I pulled out the letter from Brendon.

"Pete gave this to me. He said it's from Brendon." Gerard turned in his seat to give his full attention to me.

"What's in it?"

"I dunno, I asked Pete but he said to just open it."

"You should open it," He said, curiously, "Then I'll kick his ass for fuckin' around with ya."

"Aww, you'd do that for me?"

"Of course..." He kissed the side of my head, I giggled, "Okay, open it!" I did so, scanning through, almost immediately, I began to laugh.

"He wrote a poem..." I said through my laughs, "It's so bad!"

"Lemme see..." He took it from me, the other boys began to gaze over, now curious, "Oh doll," He began to read dramatically, "The love of my life, the light of my life, I'm sorry about that night, I don't know what came over me, oh doll, the love of my life, the light of my life..." As he began to snicker, Frank snatched it from him.

"Please forgive me, I love you so!" He said, standing up on his seat, becoming even more dramatic than Gerard had been, "I need you! And I want you! My baby doll," He stood up on the table as others stared, "The love of my life, the light of my life! Mistakes were made, and I have paid! Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry! From the boy of your dreams, Brendon Urie!"

We all laughed a little too loud as others began snickering around us.

"Words by Brendon, with performance, by me and Gerard," He bowed as they laughed, "Thank you! Thank you!" He stood back up, waving to his fellow students. Finally, Frank sat back down as he couldn't keep the laughter in any longer.

"So does... does this mean we're broken up?" Gerard asked.

"Oh yeah totally... Brendon so won me over with that brilliant poem!" I giggled.

Just then, someone came up behind Frank. Pulling him off his seat, with a punch to the face. The laughter stopped as Brendon stood there, teary eyed, and ready to take him out. All the boys immediately stood up.

"Hey, what the fuck!?" Gerard pushed him.

"That was for Y/n! Not you!" Brendon pushed him back.

"Oh yeah? This girl," He began pointing to me, "Right here?" Brendon nodded, "So you're hitting on my girlfriend, then?"

"Well, I... um..."

"Get outta my face."

"Huh?"

"Get. Out. Of. My. Face." He said, sternly. Brendon sent him a look, but ran off.

"Ah man, Frankie, are you alright?" Mikey asked.

"Yeah, he punches like a five year old." He chuckled, sitting back down. It's funny... Brendon and I used to be annoyed by Gerard... now Gerard and I are annoyed by Brendon...

"Gee, are you alright?" I asked.

"I'm good, hopefully he'll stay away." He held my hand, and kissed it. I leaned my head on his shoulder. We talked and laughed with his friends until the bell rang. Signaling the end of lunch, and the beginning of fourth period.

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Ok lemme explain smthn, so apparently I never gave the history teacher a name (or rlly any of the teachers) so I was desperately thinking of random names. But all the names that came to mind were teachers I had which I was like: nah that's weird. So my next thought was: haha I should write Mr. Bruh as a place holder, and now his name is Mr. Bruh. Have a brilliant day~peace out cheesebags