"I know why you're calling." His voice eerily spoke through my phone. I silently gulped in intimidation and tried to appear intimidating myself, as if it would help my voice regain balance.

"Then why am I calling?"

"1. You want to get out of this little deal which isn't going to happen. 2. You want more info or, 3. You actually want to call the police, which you don't, so..."

I waited in silence, knowing I only had one option, because the other two were useless. "Answer 2."

"Alrighty!" He spoke, enthusiasm oozing from his voice, like a show host on some really jazzed up candy. "You know me. I'm familiar to you, correct?"

"Yes." I quietly spoke.

"Well darling, it's not because I'm on TV 24/7, its because we went to 8th grade together for like, a week. Do you remember that? I was the kid with the officer?"

His words became fuzzy as I drifted into a flashback....

Kids around me whispered intently as a younger Naomi spoke into my ear. "His name is Brendon and he's crazy. Like, 'oh hell no' crazy." In middle school, everyone thought it was super cool to cuss when it wasn't needed. Me and Naomi let our ears drift in and out of conversations.

"I heard his ass went to prison for 3 years!.."

"The damn SWAT team is escorting him in...."

"My mom is gonna flip when she hears that Brendon Urie is going to school with us!...."

Suddenly, all whispers ceased as our 8th grade teacher strolled in, an unsettled look spread across his face.

"Class," His voice slightly shook. He was just as curious as we were. "We have a new student, Brendon." Then, the myth walked in, a leather jacket draped around his shoulders. His brown eyes soared over the classroom, inspecting each of us. Then, a police officer followed him in, proving to us that Brendon was the real deal.

Brendon took the seat to the left of me keeping his eyes straight forward. The girl in front of him quickly threw her backpack over her shoulders and moved to a seat across the room. The students to the right and behind him inched their desks back noisily. It really was him. Brendon Urie. He started an uproar in the news when he committed several felonies, all which have escaped my brain now. Sure, he was a criminal but I wasn't going to treat him like he had some rare contagious disease. Not just yet.

"Hi. I'm Ambris." I spoke amidst the silence. Some gasped. Some chuckled, thinking I was probably the dumbest girl on Earth. But I knew that if I was in his shoes, I would need somebody like me.

"Hey Ambris. Brendon." He introduced himself. "But I know that you know that." He laughed a bit. "Ya know, you're the only one in here who's not a douchebag-"

"Mr. Urie." The guard warned, a few little laughs escaping people mouths.

Nervously, a smile crept up on my lips. Maybe Brendon wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be.

I snapped back, realizing I was still on the phone and cleared my throat.

"So, it all just clicked now didn't it?" He chuckled through the phone. I stood there, amazed. I went to school with him.

"Yeah, um, It did." I swept my hair past my shoulders as I drifted across the room aimlessly. "You really scared everyone."

"Yeah, I know. Criminal is not a good name tag, I'm aware. But thank you for being so kind as to smile at me. I have for sure remembered that." I could hear him smiling slightly through the phone. Another incoming call came in and I ripped the phone from my ear to see who was trying to call.

Naomi.

"Listen Brendon, I have to go." I stated. We had only been talking for 12 minutes 28 seconds but I needed to cut it short while Naomi was still on the line. Brendon understood and left me with a goodbye, until I switched the conversation over to Naomi. She asked why I left and rambled on about Sean, and this, and that, but to be a good best friend, I listened and answered.

"Ugh, it's so annoying. Anyways, my brothers birthday is tomorrow." She exclaimed excitedly. "Wanna go?"

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Naomi rolled up in her white BMW to the house thumping with music as kids lazily swarmed the front yard, red solo cups strewn around the lot. It was just like I thought it would be, like in the movies. Naomi's brother, Nathan, also threw some unbelievable parties that will forever go down as legacies. We unraveled ourselves out of the car, wedges clicking against the cleared pathway which lay in front of us, until we approached the red door, teeming with surprise and anxiety.

"Ready?" Naomi asked. I have her a nod and smile as a yes, and she swung the door open. After three steps in, I knew I would never forget this experience. People were thrashed around the room, some all up on each, some glaring at each other from across the room. Others were spazzing in a way that should be dancing, but really is just jumping around, moving your limbs everywhere. The music was released with the door and flooded my ears, lyrics that could not be made out over the noise of the screams and voices of drunken teenagers.
"Hey!" Naomi yelled in my ear, but her yelling was nothing compared to the blank noise surrounding us. "I'm gonna go get us some drinks!" She stated, leaving me among the slightly familiar faces. I began to loosen up and slowly began to move my body with the crowd, fitting in. I felt a hand snake under my chest, traveling down my waist until both hands grasped my hips, the male moving his body against mine. The lights were low, so I couldn't see him even if I wanted. The button on his jeans rubbed against the back of my wine silk dress, increasing friction between us too. His body felt familiar in a warm safe way. His hand journeyed up my body to my left breast, but I quickly stopped him. I was still comfortable with dancing. He then tried to bring his hand back up but this time, dodged my breast and wove up onto my mouth.

What is he doing?!

His hand collapsed over my mouth, all at once quieting me while also striking fear in me.

"Don't scream." Brendon instructed. "I dare you not to."