boo~ you whore; one
Boo~ You Whore | MeanGirls/HighSchool!AU | PG-13
Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/Ryan (semi- Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Jon/Spencer)
The rest of the school day was a complete blur. I got in trouble for the most stupid things! Like, going to the bathroom without a 'lavatory pass' or reading ahead in English, eating a cookie in class, accidentally getting out of my seat because I had dropped my eraser, or even writing in green pen! How stupid was that? It seemed that no one trusted me here, it was so irritating and weird for me. written in first-person (brendon)
Let's start from the top, shall we?
Let me introduce myself. My name is Brendon Urie, I'm sixteen years old and I'm a son to two zoologists. Pretty cool, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. Ever since I was six years old, I knew the names of almost every animal in the African Savannah, my parents and I moved there after a few months of me being born. We lived out in a small lodge in Swaziland and when I wasn't being home-schooled, I would go out with my parents and help them with their research or just hang out at the local village near to our house. I was fluent in English, French and Swahili at the age of five, which really helped me fit in at the village. Every night, I'd go to the small village for a bedtime story told by one of the oldest members living there, and then soon fall asleep under the blinking stars of the night sky. They helped me fall asleep, the stars. It was amazing out there. Even though I was originally born in Tucson, Arizona, I considered Swaziland, Africa to be my real home, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world...
"WE'RE WHAT?!" I screeched. "I'm sorry, but no. No way in hell."
"Brendon, please. Just think about your father here, this is a wonderful opportunity! Don't you want to see him live his dreams?" my mother, reasoned. "Aren't you happy for him?"
See, here's the point. Apparently, my father had been promoted as head zoologist in The Department of Biology in Arizona, which required him to be transferred there. And by him meaning all of us.
"Mom! I am happy for him! It's just... this is my home here in Africa, and I'd hate to leave it behind. And besides, can't dad just go to Arizona by himself, while we stay here?"
"Brendon, you know the drill. Wherever one of us goes, the rest go with. And I know leaving here will be really hard for you, and I completely understand that sweetie-"
"Then why won't you let us stay?!" I butted in, getting more irritated than ever.
"Honey," my mother sighed. "Arizona will be great, you'll meet tons of people and you'll have a blast! You won't even remember to think of this place after a while!"
"I will never forget this place," I spat, gritting my teeth in anger before stomping away.
I guess that's kind of what brought me here.
"Here's your lunch, oh and I put a dollar in there so you can buy milk, or something," my dad said, handing me a brown paper bag. I took it, and stared at it weirdly. Is this what normal American dad's give to their children? Whatever. I took it anyway.
"Oh, and do you remember your phone number? I wrote it down on your paper bag just in case you forgot, sweetie," my mom said. I looked down, and yep. There it was in big black sharpie, scrawled in my mother's neat handwriting.
"So, you ready for school then?" my dad asked. I nodded a bit, I mean. I was pretty nervous. This was my first day at school, ever and I was already shaking with excitement. I had been home-schooled for all my life and I've only read what it was like in public schools. Didn't seem so bad for me. Oh, if only I knew how untrue that statement was.
"Yeah, I think I'm ready," I breathed out, slightly chewing on my lip, before climbing into the backseat of my parent's car. See, I was originally scheduled to take the school bus, but since it was my first day at a public school, my parents insisted that they drive me there first with the deal that I take the school bus home.
I got to the high school a little while later, and waved my parents' goodbye (and tried not to notice my mom bawling her eyes out. Yeah, she was a tad bit over-emotional.) I started making my way to the entrance of the school, and read the huge big-block letters above it spelling, PALO VERDE HIGH SCHOOL. So that was the name of the school. I pushed my way through crowds of people, got shoved and pushed several times and even almost got hit by a football which just flew out of nowhere. Taking my schedule out of my jean pocket, I spent the next few minutes searching for my first class. Math.
I walked into the classroom and saw that it was already almost full. There were rows of chair-table things and a desk situated at the front centre of the classroom right in front of a large black chalkboard. I assumed that's where the teacher sat, I saw that she was already there and walked up to her.
"Hi, I'm sure someone told you about me or something. I'm Brendon Urie, and I'm new in your class-" I began.
"Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass, bitch," the girl turned around, gave me the finger and walked back to her seat. I heard a few choked laughs from behind me, and immediately felt embarrassed. I then proceeded to find a seat.
I was walking towards the seat right next to the girl who had just flipped me off, and began to put my books down on the make-shift table. The girl however, noticed me and sent me a death glare, so I hurried away quickly. I started walking towards a seat behind a plumpish kid, quickly checking that no one had already claimed that seat, and put my books down.
"No, nuh-uh," some girl whispered from next to me. I turned to look at her and recognized her as one of the two who had laughed at me after the...incident.
I sent her a 'what?' look, confused. "He farts a lot," a guy right next to her (whom I recognized to be the other one of the two who had laughed at me) added.
"Oh," I said slightly shuddering from the thought of that, "thanks." I decided on the seat right after the previous one, unfortunately some guy got it before I did. Crap, I thought. I walked around, scoping the room to find another seat and in the process managed to bump into someone from behind.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I exclaimed, helping the person up. It was an older woman, which... fuck! She was the teacher! Nice job, Urie. Not even into the first hour of school and you manage to bump into your Math teacher, making her spill her coffee everywhere and on her. "Do you need some help?"
"Oh, no no. It's okay, really. Happens all the time," the teacher replied smiling at him. Strange, I thought she'd me mad. America is weird. And if I thought this school couldn't get any weirder, the teacher (who I'd found out to be called Ms. Asher, thank you name tag) started taking off her light blue sweater, only to find that her white top underneath was stuck on it, hence giving the class a full-on view of her bra. Nice. If I weren't gay, I'd totally get turned on by that.
"Ms. Asher?" a voice came into the room. It was the voice of quite a young man.
"My shirt's stuck to my sweater isn't it?" Ms. Asher asked.
"Err, yeah," I said, pondering whether to help her with that or not. Luckily, she pulled it down herself.
"So, uh, how was your summer, Victoria?" the man asked, taking a step closer to Ms. Asher. Brendon raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, just fine Travis," Ms. Asher replied to the man, Travis. "How about you?"
"Well, it was okay too, I guess." The man cleared his throat. "Anyway, I'd just like to tell everyone that we have a new student joining us this year. His name is Brandon Urie, and he's come all the way from Africa to join us here. Where are you, Brandon?"
"Uhh, it's Brendon, actually. But don't worry, most people make that mistake so it's no big deal," I spoke up.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, nice to meet you Brendon. I'm Mr. McCoy, I'm you principle, and here is Ms. Asher your math teacher, although I'm sure you've already met her by now," Mr. McCoy said, and I nodded.
"Well," Ms. Asher spoke. "Welcome, Brendon and thank you, Mr. McCoy."
"No problem," Mr. McCoy replied, before leaning into Ms. Asher, "Oh, and if you need anyone. Well, I'm just in my office as usual." I raised my eyebrow again.
"Thank you, Mr. McCoy," Ms. Asher replied, giving him a nervous smile as he exited the room.
The rest of the school day was a complete blur. I got in trouble for the most stupid things! Like, going to the bathroom without a 'lavatory pass' or reading ahead in English, eating a cookie in class, accidentally getting out of my seat because I had dropped my eraser, or even writing in green pen! How stupid was that? It seemed that no one trusted me here, it was so irritating and weird for me. Lunchtime was even worse. I used the dollar my dad slipped into my lunch bag to buy an apple instead. There was nowhere to sit, and people just completely ignored me. It was like I was invisible. No one came up to me, no one dared talk to me either. Being this 'new kid' really sucked, all people ever did was stare at you as if you had a third-head growing. Fed up with all this, I briskly walked to the bathroom. And here I am right now, the loser new kid eating his lunch in the bathroom.
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Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/Ryan (semi- Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Jon/Spencer)
The rest of the school day was a complete blur. I got in trouble for the most stupid things! Like, going to the bathroom without a 'lavatory pass' or reading ahead in English, eating a cookie in class, accidentally getting out of my seat because I had dropped my eraser, or even writing in green pen! How stupid was that? It seemed that no one trusted me here, it was so irritating and weird for me. written in first-person (brendon)
Let's start from the top, shall we?
Let me introduce myself. My name is Brendon Urie, I'm sixteen years old and I'm a son to two zoologists. Pretty cool, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. Ever since I was six years old, I knew the names of almost every animal in the African Savannah, my parents and I moved there after a few months of me being born. We lived out in a small lodge in Swaziland and when I wasn't being home-schooled, I would go out with my parents and help them with their research or just hang out at the local village near to our house. I was fluent in English, French and Swahili at the age of five, which really helped me fit in at the village. Every night, I'd go to the small village for a bedtime story told by one of the oldest members living there, and then soon fall asleep under the blinking stars of the night sky. They helped me fall asleep, the stars. It was amazing out there. Even though I was originally born in Tucson, Arizona, I considered Swaziland, Africa to be my real home, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world...
"WE'RE WHAT?!" I screeched. "I'm sorry, but no. No way in hell."
"Brendon, please. Just think about your father here, this is a wonderful opportunity! Don't you want to see him live his dreams?" my mother, reasoned. "Aren't you happy for him?"
See, here's the point. Apparently, my father had been promoted as head zoologist in The Department of Biology in Arizona, which required him to be transferred there. And by him meaning all of us.
"Mom! I am happy for him! It's just... this is my home here in Africa, and I'd hate to leave it behind. And besides, can't dad just go to Arizona by himself, while we stay here?"
"Brendon, you know the drill. Wherever one of us goes, the rest go with. And I know leaving here will be really hard for you, and I completely understand that sweetie-"
"Then why won't you let us stay?!" I butted in, getting more irritated than ever.
"Honey," my mother sighed. "Arizona will be great, you'll meet tons of people and you'll have a blast! You won't even remember to think of this place after a while!"
"I will never forget this place," I spat, gritting my teeth in anger before stomping away.
I guess that's kind of what brought me here.
"Here's your lunch, oh and I put a dollar in there so you can buy milk, or something," my dad said, handing me a brown paper bag. I took it, and stared at it weirdly. Is this what normal American dad's give to their children? Whatever. I took it anyway.
"Oh, and do you remember your phone number? I wrote it down on your paper bag just in case you forgot, sweetie," my mom said. I looked down, and yep. There it was in big black sharpie, scrawled in my mother's neat handwriting.
"So, you ready for school then?" my dad asked. I nodded a bit, I mean. I was pretty nervous. This was my first day at school, ever and I was already shaking with excitement. I had been home-schooled for all my life and I've only read what it was like in public schools. Didn't seem so bad for me. Oh, if only I knew how untrue that statement was.
"Yeah, I think I'm ready," I breathed out, slightly chewing on my lip, before climbing into the backseat of my parent's car. See, I was originally scheduled to take the school bus, but since it was my first day at a public school, my parents insisted that they drive me there first with the deal that I take the school bus home.
I got to the high school a little while later, and waved my parents' goodbye (and tried not to notice my mom bawling her eyes out. Yeah, she was a tad bit over-emotional.) I started making my way to the entrance of the school, and read the huge big-block letters above it spelling, PALO VERDE HIGH SCHOOL. So that was the name of the school. I pushed my way through crowds of people, got shoved and pushed several times and even almost got hit by a football which just flew out of nowhere. Taking my schedule out of my jean pocket, I spent the next few minutes searching for my first class. Math.
I walked into the classroom and saw that it was already almost full. There were rows of chair-table things and a desk situated at the front centre of the classroom right in front of a large black chalkboard. I assumed that's where the teacher sat, I saw that she was already there and walked up to her.
"Hi, I'm sure someone told you about me or something. I'm Brendon Urie, and I'm new in your class-" I began.
"Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass, bitch," the girl turned around, gave me the finger and walked back to her seat. I heard a few choked laughs from behind me, and immediately felt embarrassed. I then proceeded to find a seat.
I was walking towards the seat right next to the girl who had just flipped me off, and began to put my books down on the make-shift table. The girl however, noticed me and sent me a death glare, so I hurried away quickly. I started walking towards a seat behind a plumpish kid, quickly checking that no one had already claimed that seat, and put my books down.
"No, nuh-uh," some girl whispered from next to me. I turned to look at her and recognized her as one of the two who had laughed at me after the...incident.
I sent her a 'what?' look, confused. "He farts a lot," a guy right next to her (whom I recognized to be the other one of the two who had laughed at me) added.
"Oh," I said slightly shuddering from the thought of that, "thanks." I decided on the seat right after the previous one, unfortunately some guy got it before I did. Crap, I thought. I walked around, scoping the room to find another seat and in the process managed to bump into someone from behind.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I exclaimed, helping the person up. It was an older woman, which... fuck! She was the teacher! Nice job, Urie. Not even into the first hour of school and you manage to bump into your Math teacher, making her spill her coffee everywhere and on her. "Do you need some help?"
"Oh, no no. It's okay, really. Happens all the time," the teacher replied smiling at him. Strange, I thought she'd me mad. America is weird. And if I thought this school couldn't get any weirder, the teacher (who I'd found out to be called Ms. Asher, thank you name tag) started taking off her light blue sweater, only to find that her white top underneath was stuck on it, hence giving the class a full-on view of her bra. Nice. If I weren't gay, I'd totally get turned on by that.
"Ms. Asher?" a voice came into the room. It was the voice of quite a young man.
"My shirt's stuck to my sweater isn't it?" Ms. Asher asked.
"Err, yeah," I said, pondering whether to help her with that or not. Luckily, she pulled it down herself.
"So, uh, how was your summer, Victoria?" the man asked, taking a step closer to Ms. Asher. Brendon raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, just fine Travis," Ms. Asher replied to the man, Travis. "How about you?"
"Well, it was okay too, I guess." The man cleared his throat. "Anyway, I'd just like to tell everyone that we have a new student joining us this year. His name is Brandon Urie, and he's come all the way from Africa to join us here. Where are you, Brandon?"
"Uhh, it's Brendon, actually. But don't worry, most people make that mistake so it's no big deal," I spoke up.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, nice to meet you Brendon. I'm Mr. McCoy, I'm you principle, and here is Ms. Asher your math teacher, although I'm sure you've already met her by now," Mr. McCoy said, and I nodded.
"Well," Ms. Asher spoke. "Welcome, Brendon and thank you, Mr. McCoy."
"No problem," Mr. McCoy replied, before leaning into Ms. Asher, "Oh, and if you need anyone. Well, I'm just in my office as usual." I raised my eyebrow again.
"Thank you, Mr. McCoy," Ms. Asher replied, giving him a nervous smile as he exited the room.
The rest of the school day was a complete blur. I got in trouble for the most stupid things! Like, going to the bathroom without a 'lavatory pass' or reading ahead in English, eating a cookie in class, accidentally getting out of my seat because I had dropped my eraser, or even writing in green pen! How stupid was that? It seemed that no one trusted me here, it was so irritating and weird for me. Lunchtime was even worse. I used the dollar my dad slipped into my lunch bag to buy an apple instead. There was nowhere to sit, and people just completely ignored me. It was like I was invisible. No one came up to me, no one dared talk to me either. Being this 'new kid' really sucked, all people ever did was stare at you as if you had a third-head growing. Fed up with all this, I briskly walked to the bathroom. And here I am right now, the loser new kid eating his lunch in the bathroom.
A/N; so, how did you guys like it? CONTINUE Y/N? please let me know! ++ COMMENT WITH FEEDBACK & ADD ME!