(Pete)

I jumped up as soon as the lunch bell rang. Thank the fucking lord! I was practically falling asleep listening to that teacher talk and talk And talk.

"Why do I have the feeling that you didn't hear half the shit the teacher said?" Nic asked as hooked his arm with mine.

"Probably because you had to wake me up twice." I laughed.

"You remember you have to pass all your classes to get what Mr. Stump offered you, right?"

"Then it's a good thing I have a new, smart boyfriend to cheat off of."

"Speaking of that lie, what the hell did Stumpy say to you after class?"

I blushed. "Nothing really."

"You're lying!" Nic squealed. "Look at that blush."

"It was nothing." I said again.

"Yeah, right. We'll discuss this later. After school maybe."

We walked into the cafeteria. I immediately pulled Nic towards the table my friends were crowding around. We never ate lunch. The cafeteria food was fucking gross. And most of the lunch ladies looked like they didn't wash their hands regularly.

This school had a way of screwing up every meal. Putting the burgers in wheat bread. Removing the salt from all the foods. Banning the dessert bar. They even went as far as to bake the French fries. What kind of sick shit was that!? It was called French FRIES for a reason. You were supposed to fry them.

As long as they were supplying bullshit, me and my friends wouldn't be eating it. We always brought our own food to the cafeteria. Chips. Cakes. Sodas. Candy. Once I even brought a box of pizza. Of course it was cold from being in my bag all day. But we still ate it.

"Pete, you asshole. Where were you this morning?" Joe greeted me.

"I was hanging. Wasn't in the mood for smoke."

"When the hell aren't you in the mood for smoke?" Adam laughed.

"Who's your friend?" Britney smiled at Nic.

"Oh. This is Nicholas. Call him Nic. He's been hanging with me."

"Well sit down, Nic." Britney patted the seat beside her.

"Down, girl." I laughed. Pulling Nic down beside me. "He's my boyfriend."

"What?" Pink gasped.

"Shut up!" Ashlee giggled.

"You could have warned us." Joe punched my arm.

"You guys know I swing both ways."

"But we didn't know you were taken." Adam said through a mouthful of chips.

"Someone's jealous." Ashlee mocked.

"Fuck you. As if you didn't want to fuck him." Adam rolled his eyes.

"There's enough of me to go around." I joked.

"Who's around?" Travie asked as he walked over to the table."

"Pete has a boyfriend." Joe blurted out.

"Pete has a boyfriend?" He repeated.

"Yes. His name is Nic." Joe pointed. Nic waved.

"Shut the fuck up." Travie laughed loudly. "You're jealous aren't you, Adam?"

"Fuck you guys. This isn't his first relationship and it won't be his last."

"What's going on?" Frank sat at the table.

"Pete has a boyfriend." Everyone said at once.

"This guy?" He pointed at Nic.

"Yeah." Nic smiled. "This guy."

"Well welcome to the crew, bitch." Frank smirked. He looked around at us. "Mikey's going to destroy this guy." Everyone laughed.

"Who the hell is Mikey?"

"Pete's obsessive ex."

"I think I can handle that." Nic grabbed a cake from the table.

"Then you don't know Mikey."

I was about to respond but I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked back and Brendon was standing there. I rolled my eyes.

"Brendon" I couldn't hold back my frown. "What do you want?"

"I-I need your help."

The stammer in his voice made me pause. My frown wiped away and concern replaced it. That's when I noticed how strange he looked. He had a weird, worried look in his eye. The kind he usually only got during gym. He was holding his phone tightly enough to crack it even more. Which was weird because Brendon didn't us his phone in school. The last thing that struck me as odd was the fact that he was coming to me for help. Brendon never came to me for help. It must be important.

"What do you need?" I asked in a low voice. He glanced around at my table. Everyone was staring at us. I stood. "I'll be right back you nosey assholes."

I walked out of the cafeteria. Brendon following closely behind me. I wasn't sure where I was going. I just needed to find an empty area. We ended up inside the the teacher's bathroom. Man, was it clean in here. No where near as gross as our bathrooms.

"I need to leave school."

Really? He was being so dramatic over that? "If you're sick just call mom."

"I'm not sick."

"Then why do you need to leave?"

"I-I need to see my friend." He said quickly.

A smile broke out on my face. "You mean you want to skip the rest of your classes?"

"I-yes."

I laughed. "Brendon wants to skip school to see his girlfriend?"

"Are you going to help?" He snapped.

"Don't be so tense." I smirked. "Oh, wait! Baby, is this your first time?" I placed my hand on his shoulder. He glared. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Grow up, Pete."

"Okay! Okay!" I laughed. "It's already half way through the day. And it's a lunch period so the teachers are either eating or teaching. You could walk out the front door right now."

"They'll call home if I'm absent from classes just like they did for you."

"You're right." I scratched my chin. An idea popped into my head. "Go back to the lunchroom. I'll call the office and pretend to be dad. I'll say I need you excused from school for a family emergency. And they'll give you an excused pass to leave."

"That's genius!" He smiled. "Thanks, Pete."

"No problem." I pushed him towards the door. "I'm going to stay in here and call. Don't ever ask for my help again."

"I won't." He opened the door and walked out.

I shook my head and took out my phone. My little Brendon was growing up. Ditching class to hang with a chick. He might even lose his virginity soon. I dialed the schools number.

"Hello, you've reached The Academy Is Academy."

"Hello, this is Peter Wentz. I need my son, Brendon Urie-Wentz excused from the rest of the day. Due to a family emergency."

"Will you be coming in to pick him up?"

"No. I'm preoccupied at the time. He had a vehicle of his own."

"Okay. Well, we can give him an early leave pass, sir."

"That'd be wonderful. Thank you."

I hung up the phone at the same time the bathroom door swung open. I froze. Patrick walked into the bathroom. Stopping when he saw me standing there.