Everybody's got a price. What's yours? ONESHOT
Brendon and Ryan's rivalry had been going on since the beginning of time. Brendon would bully Ryan, Ryan would try not to retaliate, but end up getting his revenge anyway. Which would lead to a pissed off Brendon and more arguing to come.
It was always the same thing. Over and over and over again. Never changing.
"So, after I asked her if she wanted to dance-Oh, sorry Ryan." Brendon fakely apologized. "I guess I didn't see you there." The male equivalent of a bitch held a hand to his heart and pretended to be sorry. "I was just so wrapped up in my story about how I got myself a girlfriend."
"You got yourself a girlfriend?" Ryan asked, gasping to make him sound interesting.
"Oh yeah, totally." Brendon told him, smirking. "We danced all night." The teenaged boy felt so proud of herself.
"Too bad nobody cares." Ryan said, smirking so he was mimicking his sworn enemy. Brendon narrowed his eyes at Ryan, stomping off down the hallway, followed closely by his posse.
The Price that Brendon's 'friends' paid, was to listen to his lies. Brendon was full of them. He never really got a girlfriend. But, with Brendon, the tale comes first and the truth comes second. And that's the Price people had to pay.
"WATCH IT!" Jon snapped at the boy. Ryan had walked straight into him in the cafeteria, almost knocking his plate of pasta all over him. Almost. But the way Jon was acting made it seem like he had. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
The stuck-up boy and Ryan also had history together. Ever since the first day of High school, the two had hated each other. It may have had something to do with Jon believing Ryan was trying to steal his girlfriend, but who knew? Jon was just a stuck-up boy. That was the price Jon's 'friends' had to pay. They were forever going to be stuck with his stuck-up attitude and need to be in control, bossing everyone around. He comes first, everyone else comes second.
Ryan rolled his eyes, walking away from the ranting boy. The last thing he needed was another argument that day. All everyone wanted to do was argue with each other. That was the price to pay for being a teenager. High school was a place to suffer through all your teen years, not making your life any easier for you. It sucked.
If there was something Ryan had noticed in school, it was that everyone had a price. There was always something that people had to give to receive something else. It was stupid in his opinion, but even he had a price.
Ryan's price was being a loser. He was an outsider looking in on the big picture. No-one noticed that he was there most of the time. He was just the lonely emo kid, no friends, no one at his side. He was Ryan. Just Ryan. That was if anyone could even remember who he was.
He didn't mind though, because Ryan knew that everyone had a price to pay for being who they wanted to be...