(Brendon)

There was a scrape on my hand from Ryan tackling me to the ground. It wasn't anything big. Just a little scratch of the skin and a couple drops of blood. I didn't even feel it when it happened. Ryan pointed it out to me and it made me upset. Friends shouldn't hurt each other.

"Brendon, are you really mad at me?" Ryan asked, sitting down on one of the many benches in the park.

"Yes." I didn't sit down with him.

"You pushed me first."

"You pushed me harder."

"You made me hit my back against the tree."

"I'm not playing this blame game with you, Ry. I left school early to check on you. And you repay me by scrapping my hand." I held it up so he could get a better look.

"Its not like you skipped a class or something. I saw your pass. You asked mommy and daddy first."

"I did not!" I stomped my foot childishly. "Pete did it!"

"You left without telling your parents?" He asked in a voice I didn't quite understand.

"Yes."

"Brendon broke a rule? For me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Be quiet, Ryan-"

"No, really." He brought his hand to his chest dramatically. "I am honored." He laughed lightly.

"You're such a butthead." I tried to hide the smile I felt coming. It was so hard to stay upset with him.

"Seriously." He leaned up and grabbed my hand, yanking me down on the bench with him. But instead of pulling me to sit next to him, I landed on his lap. Facing away from him. I know it was weird, but I didn't want to move. "Thank you for caring enough to break a rule."

"You're my friend. Of course I cared.

"I'm still your friend, right?"

"Duh." I nodded.

"Even though I scarred your beautiful hand?"

I laughed at that. "Even though you scarred my hand."

Ryan chuckled. His arms snaked around my middle. Pulling me closer so that my back was flat against his chest. His chin came to rest on my shoulder. I could feel his hair brushing against my neck. I pressed the side of my face against his.

This was actually a comfortable sitting position. Well slightly comfortable. I just need to adjust a bit. I wiggled around on his lap. Trying to make myself more comfortable. Ryan's arms tightened around me. Holding my body still.

"Don't do that." He whispered.

"Do what?"

"Move around like that."

"Why not?" I frowned.

Ryan laughed. I felt his chest rumble on my back. "Just don't."

I shrugged. Ryan was so weird.

***

(Pete)

My head was still all fucked up as I walked out of my final class. Patrick was such an asshole. Who does that? Who gets someone all worked up and then just leaves?

"Pete?" Nic rushed up to me. "Where the hell are you going? The parking lot is that way."

"I-uh I just needed to talk to a teacher about an assignment." I lied.

"You're going to see Mr. Stump, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well make it quick. You're my ride home, lover boy."

"Yeah. Yeah."

"I'm serious. If you're not out in five minutes-"

"I will be."

"I don't believe you." He held out his hand. "Give me your keys."

"What?"

"Give me the keys to your car. If you take longer than five minutes, I'm leaving you."

"Do you even drive?"

"Sure..."

"Fine." I dug in my pocket and pulled out the keys. "But I won't take more than five minutes."

"Blah." He snatched them from my hands and took off down the hall to catch up with my friends.

I shook my head and continued on my journey to Patrick's class room. When I got there, the door was cracked. So I just pushed it open and walked in. I paused when I saw Ms. Williams standing near his desk. Patrick was standing in front of her. Both of them oblivious to my presence.

"Yeah, well I hear students talking about you all the time." She was saying. "They love you."

"That's what every teacher wants to hear." Patrick laughed.

"I wish I could be as good of a teacher as you." She pressed her hand against his chest.

Patrick moved it off gently. "I'm sure the kids love you too."

"I'm not too sure. I have this one group of students in my first class who put me through hell. One of them gets sent out everyday."

"Oh?" He shuffled through some papers on his desk. I could tell he wasn't really looking for anything.

"Yes. And a student named Peter Urie-Wentz is the ring leader. Always disrupting class with inappropriate jokes or loud eating." She giggled. "He's a bit of a lost cause."

"I disagree." Patrick stood up straighter. "He's the best student I have right now. His creativity is amazing. His writing skills are stupendous."

"He's probably just cheating off of his brother." She said in a bored tone.

"Pete Wentz is an extremely bright young man." Patrick's voice hardened. Ms. William's eyes widened at his tone. "He has never turned in an assignment that was short of perfection. And he doesn't disrupt my class at all."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stump-"

"When a student isn't doing well in a class, it's not always the student's fault." He grabbed his hat off his desk and placed it on his head. "Maybe it's the teacher."

"Excuse me?" Ms. Williams gasped.

"You're excused. Now would you mind exiting my classroom? I have to lock up and go."

I rushed back out of the door before they could see me in the classroom. I leaned against the wall across from the room. Ms. Williams came storming past me a few seconds later. She smiled warmly when she saw me.

"Have a good day, Peter."

"Okay."

I didn't smile back. She was such a phony bitch. I was going to really make her class hell tomorrow. She wanted a lost cause? I'd show her a fucking lost cause.