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Brendon's POV

RRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG. My alarm woke me up, for possibly, one of the worst day of my life: The start of Sophomore year, down at my new school: Palo Verde. We had just moved to Las Vegas from Pheonix three months ago. I don't know why we moved, but I'm glad we did. I hated Arizona, people there were judgemental assholes; but then again, I'm sure there are a few of them here. As happy as I am to get away from Pheonix, I have a feeling Vegas isn't going to be any better. Everything is so flashy, people look extremely fake, and the number of gangbangers that hung around the school was unfathomably scary. I am going to die.
I brushed by teeth, straightened by hair, threw on a black blink 182 shirt with some black skinny jeans, grabbed my back pack, and headed towards school.
It wasn't too far of a walk, maybe ten minutes away? Whatever, it was still bad. I was passed by Palo's school bus. Already, I got glares from inside the bus. I shamefully hung my head, and ignored the stares. Finally, I got to school. There were at least a thousand kids there in the quad. Kids decked out in Hollister. Kids covered in piercings and tatoos. Kids with their pants pulled up too high. I felt like I was in a bad teen movie. The bell rang for us to go to hoomroom, and it took me at least 5 minutes to figure out the map of school. Damn was this place huge. And after a good 15 minutes, I finially found myself in the right room.
"Whats your name, sonny?"
"Brendon Urie, sir"
"Ahh, yes. Mr. Urie. Here's your schedule, and have a seat right here next to Mr. Burns. My name is Professor Jamieson." Professor was quite the old one. I'd say maybe 55. Short man, and white hair. Quite friendly, but I had a feeling if things got out of hand, he would rule out the meter stick, and whoop someone's ass with it.
"Thanks mister." I took the seat next to 'Mr. Burns'. The guy had long blonde hair with random brown streaks in it, and wore a white Glamour Kills shirt and skinnies. He seemed a little jumpy for 8 in the morning. The kid kept on tapping his pencils on the desk every two seconds. After the first minute, I swear I was going to rip his head off. This is going to be a very. very. long day. Everybody around me was wearing practically the same thing. A Abercrombie and Fitch hoodie, light low-cut true religion jeans and sandals from American Eagle. Bleh.
Finally, the bell rang.
Mr. Jamieson stood up."Hello class! My name is-" Suddenly, some guy wearing a black Metallica shirt and black skinny jeans with eyeliner on, ran into the class.
Proffessor sighed and looked at his list. "Mr. Ryan Ross, I suppose."
"Yes sir."
"Here's your schedule, take a seat next to Mr. Smith"
Ryan walked to his seat, right pass me, 3 seats behind. Man, was he skinny. Ryan had brown hair, which covered most of his face.
The teacher picked up were he left off. "As I was saying. My name is Professor Jamieson, and I will be your homeroom teacher. Some of you may have me for life science. I have been teaching here for about 10 years. blah blah blah.....". I could only pay attention for so long. He ranted on for about 10 minutes until he dismissed us to our first period.
I rushed out of the room to my next class: Math 2, with Mrs. Jamieson. It was about 30 million miles away. So I practically ran to class. When I found it, I was nearly a second late.
When I entered the room, I found the teacher glaring at me. She was a tall, pale woman. She had short brown hair, and probably in her mid- fifties. If looks could kill.
"My dear, you were almost tardy to my class" she said slowly, with a smirk on her lips.
"Yeaaahhhh." I sighed.
"Well good thing you weren't, or else I would have to mark you down as late. Name?"
"Brendon Urie." She looked at her list. I looked around to see if I could find someone familiar from homeroom. Nope. No one.
"Yes, okay then Brendon, take a seat next to Mr. Lazzara."
I made my way through the class to the back of the room, next to 'Mr. Lazzara'.
"Good morning class, my name is Mrs. Jamieson. Some of you guys may know my husband, Mr. Jamieson, who teaches life science, freshman and sopomore year. This is Math 2. This is a no tolerence class. So any foolishness will be dealed with in the office".
Mrs. Jamieson dramtically sat down, and as her but hit the seat, Lazzara next to me, let a huge farting noise. The class bursted out in laugher, and Jamieson was pissed. She shot up from her chair and screamed "WHO DID THAT?!". Suprising Lazzara raised his hand.
"Office. Now." She ordered. Lazzara picked up his bag and left the room. Everybody clapped on his way out.
"Anybody else want to go?" Yes. I wanted to leave, and not come back.
"Okay! Now that we have that out of the way, time to hand out text books!"
Ehh. the rest of the period was pure torture. After one long hour, the bell rang again, for second period. I didn't recognize anyone from my homeroom in either my second or third period. Soon enough came lunch. I entered this huge cafeteria, with about 50 different table. I looked around for a table with an empty chair. At the back at the lunch room sat Ryan, with a bunch of emo/scene looking kids. That was probably the only table I would maybe fit in at.
I made my way over the table. "Hey, can I sit here?" I asked, hoping to God that I wouldn't get rejected.
A guy with greasy long black hair, and a Sex Pistols shirt, looked up at me. "Sure."
I sat down next to him, ackwardly. Okay, this is a start. There were about 6 kids at the table, and two empty chairs next to eachother. About 5 seconds later came a short girl,with choppy shoulder length dark brown hair wearing black skinny jeans and a purple hoodie. Cute girl, she had a pretty face, and didn't have a nose/boob job, like most people in this town. Along with her was a tall lanky brunette wearing dark skinny jeans, and a Led Zeppelin shirt. He wasn't muscular, but he looked like the type of guy that the ladies loved. The guy had his arm draped around the girl's shoulder, and girl had her arm wrapped around his waist, and her head against his chest.
The girl sat down next to another girl who had strawberry blonde hair, with red in it, and her eyes were lined with red eyeliner. The guy sat down next to the guy with the greasy long hair.
"Who's this?" asked the girl with the purple hoodie, obviously talking about me.
"I dunno." mumbled the kid with the greasy long hair.
"Um, Im Brendon. Brendon Urie. I'm new here"
"Oh. Ohkay! My name is Paige. This is Gerard, William, Hagen, Carolyn, Ryan, Spencer and Mike. Everybody say hi." Hoodie girl smiled. I blushed.
There was a chorus of ehh's, and grumbles.
"Paige, calm youself." said the one called Hagen. Hagen wore a black AFI shirt, and sat next to Paige. Paige shot her a look, and pulled out her lunch.
"So, where are you from, Urie?" asked William.
"Phoenix" I answered timidly.
"My grandma lives there" Carolyn commented. Carolyn had long black hair with random pink and red and blonde streaks in it. She was wearing a white V-Neck, and a necklace with a black heart on the chain.
"I thought your grandma lived in Australia." asked Mike. Mike was wearing a navy blue shirt, and had long brunette locks.
"No, thats my other grandmother, the one who sends me happy birthday cards 4 months before my birthday. This grandma is the one that sends me money for no reason." she explained.
"Ahh. I see" he replied.
Ryan leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Carolyn giggled, hit him playfully, he gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Nice shirt, man. Blink's my favorite band." said Spencer, quietly. Spencer had long brown hair, with a thick side bang, and sat beside me, next to Mike.
"Thanks. Yea, they're awesome. My band back in phoenix almost won the chance to open up for them" I answered.
His eyes grew wide. "What? Thats so cool. How did you win that? I would seriously kill for that."
"Battle of the Bands. We won battle of the bands and all, but the day that of the show, our drummer broke his arm, by skateboarding."
"Ohhh. I see. That sucks so bad. I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm a drummer and all, and to not be able to play because of a cast would kill me"
"You play drums?"
"Yeah. What do you play?"
"Well, I play guitar. You in a band?"
"Yup, me and Ryan here are in the band Pet Salamander. We're just getting started and all, so you should come check us out."
"Wait, what did I do?" asked Ryan, completly oblivious.
"You're in a band, lover boy." Spencer answered, annoyed.
"Oh, right. Yeah, come check us out! Do you play anything?"
"I play guitar."
"That cool, so do I. Maybe we can get together and jam sometime."
"I'm up for whenever." I smiled. This was going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

I pulled out my lunch and started eating an apple. Eh, this table wasn't too bad. Everybody here seemed pretty decent. Gerard was texting under the table, William and Paige were laughing histerically, Caro and Ryan were having a staring contest, and Mike and Spencer were talking about how horrible Mrs. Jamieson was. Although, Hagen caught my attention. She was writing something, and what ever she was writing, by Jesus, she was into it. Caro had called her name 5 times, and even though Hagen was right next to her, she didn't seem to notice.
"Hey Hagen... Hagen. Haaaaaggggggggeeeeeennnn. HAGEN. HAGEN! YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW OR I WILL BREAK YOUR EYELINER FOR JESUS' SAKE!!!" Carolyn screamed.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!!?!!?!?" She finially answered, looking pissed.
"Do you want my Hershey bar?"
"Oh. Yes. Yes, I do." Carolyn handed over the Hersey bar, and Hagen choked it down in a matter of seconds, and went back to writing.
"Daaaaaaaayyyyyuuuuuuuuuuummmmm, girl." Gerard said. Hagen was still writing.
"What could she possibly be writing?" I wondered out loud.
"Lyrics." Hagen mumbled. Our eyes met as she looked up. She had big beautiful blue eyes, but they were sad.
"Oh." I said, embarressed. Don't make an ass of yourself first day of school, Urie.

"Cough, cough, FAGS, cough cough." said some kid with overly curly hair, has he walked by our table.
"Yeah, you're one to talk, Jonas. Now why don't you go cry to your mommy about the racoon that attacked your face, and made it look all fucked up." Gerard spat at him.
Jonas looked disgusted, stuck out his tounge, and walked away.
"Who's that?" I wondered.
"Thats Nick Jonas. He's in a gay ass band, named 'The Jonas Brothers', with his other two gay ass brothers." Gerard answered.
"Oh, okay. How old is he?"
"Him and his brother are freshmens, but we go back to Middle school. The other Jonas brother is a Sophomore. You should hear their songs, its like they're killing animals, while masturbating with a stick, in the middle of a city street."
"WHILE, singing about diabetes" added William.
"Yeah, while singing about diabetes, and being hot and cold. Damn bipolars bitches." Gerard said, dramatically.
"Is it just me or is it that Nick's head look like a bunch of pubes got a perm?" William asked.
"Ohhhhhhhh!! burn!" Gerard cheered, and gave William a knuckle touch.
"They're really that bad?" I asked.
"They are that bad. You should know that they aren't even a bad! They have 3 guitarists. No drummer, no bassist, and they're voices are shit. AND they can barely play guitar, for that matter, but they are gonna get signed by the end of this year." Gerard explained.
"Thats horrid, but why do they hate you guys so much?"
"Because, the band I'm in, My Chemical Romance, is better then them, and they just decided to ruin our first semi-big gig. We got the oportunity to play at the Senior dance, last year, and on of the Jonas Brothers decided that half way into our first song, that he would pull the fire alarm."
"Dude, that totally sucks cow nipple! What kind of trouble did they get into?"
"None. Do you know how much the Jonass's give to the school! A whole fuck ton of money, I'll tell you that."
"Wow, man, I'm sorry. Maybe, when they get signed, they'll move to like, LA or something."
"Hopefully......" He trailed off.

After about five minutes, the bell rung.
"So who's going where's?" asked Paige.
I heard a few unfamiliar names of teachers.
"I'm going to Mrs. Sievers English." I spoke.
"Oh, cool. So am I...... and Hagen here!" Paige exclaimed. She hung her arm around Hagen's neck. Hagen winced.
"Ehhhh." She complained.
"Can I walk with you guys, considering I don't really know where I'm going?" I asked.
"Uh, sure." Hagen spoke.

Everybody went there seperate ways, and I followed Paige and Hagen. They seemed like pretty close friends. Although, Hagen was quite quiet, and Paige was really energetic. When we finially reached Mrs. Sievers' room, we were greeted by a young lady in her twenties, with long brown hair, and pale skin.

"Good afternoon children! Take a seat where ever you want." Woman smiled at us.
I followed the two to the back corner of the room, and took the three desks farthest away from the teacher. About a minute later, the blonde kid who sat next to me in homeroom walked in, and spotted the Paige and Hagen. He walked towards us, and Hagen and Paige stood up and gave him a hug.

"Kyle!" Paige squealed.
"Heylo lovelys." He took the seat in front of me, across from the girls.
"Brendon, this is Kyle, Kyle this is Brendon." Paige introduced.
"Sup Brendon? Aren't you in my homeroom class?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah, I think so." I answered quickly.

"So, Kyle, hows the band?" Hagen asked.
"Its going good. We're pretty sick." He nodded.
"Have you guys got a name yet?"
"We were playing around with names, but haven't found one thats patent worthy."
"You should call your band....... the sickest kids? No! Forever the sickest kids. Yeah, I think you should."
"Thats actually not a bad name. I'll bring that up with the guys. Good thinking!" Kyle smiled, then patted Hagen upon the head, and screwed up her hair.
"Thanks for that." She mumbled.
"What about you guys? How's your guys' band?" Kyle asked.
"We're doing pretty well. Medical Plaza booked a few gigs this summer, actually." Paige chimed in.
How many kids are in a band here?
"Medical Plaza? So its finally been named." He smirked.
"Yes, be jealous of our utterly kickass name. You know you are." Paige shot back at him.
"It is pretty cool." Kyle admitted.

The bell finally rang.
"Hello class. My name is Mrs. Sievers. I am going to teach this English class, and you all are going to deal with it, and we all going to have a fabulous year." She stated.
"I'm sure." I mummbled.
"When I call your name, please say here. NOT PRESENT. NOT HEY WASSUP?! Here."
Then she read through a list of names thats I had never heard of.
"Bryce Avery."
"Here."
"Jack Barakat."
"VAGINA."
The whole class broke out in laugher.
"Mr. Barakat, if you want, I can fail your right now. And for all you laughing, a detention can be issued." Mrs. Sievers said sternly.
The whole class became silent.
"Kyle Burns."
"Heeeeeeerrrrrrrrrreeeeeeee."
"Paige Castro"
"I'm here." Paige spoke softly.
There were a bunch of other names in between.
"Hagen Marshall"
"Here." The girl beside me mummbled.
And soon enough......
"Brendon Urie."
I heard a bunch of 'who's that?', 'what's a brendon urie', and 'URINE?! EWW!'.
"Uh, here."

Soon enough, she got done with roll.
"Okay, talk amongst yourselfs for the next 10 minutes. I've got stuff to do." The teacher ordered.
Chatter broke out among the students.
"So, Paige, still going out with Beckett?" Kyle asked.
"Yeaaaahhhhhhhh. He's so perfect." Paige gushed.
"He's soooooooooooo perfect." Hagen mocked in a high voice.
"Hey. Shut your mouth and get down on the floor." She demanded.
"Who's Beckett?" I asked shamefully. I hate not knowing who anybody is.
"William Beckett. He sits at our table during lunch." Paige answered.
"And he's Paige's lover!" Hagen added.
"Dude, I know! They go together like the winter and a sweater. And she makes me feel, she makes me feel alive inside." Kyle sang.
Hagen and Kyle 'awwwwwwwwww'ed at her.
Paige gave them a death stare.
"Okay, thank you. Brendon gets the point, don't you Brendon?"
I nodded.
"Kyle, are you still with Sierra?" Hagen asked.
"Naw, we broke up over summer. She's going out with Josh Farro now." He answered.
"I see."
"Hagen, are you going out with anybody?" I asked and I'm not completly sure why I did. Yeah, she was a beautiful girl, and was pretty chill, but its my first fucking day of school. And I don't know anybody. Its not my first priority to get laid.
There was an ackward silence. Paige and Kyle looked at each other, wearily. Hagen just bit her lip, and looked down at her feet, as if she was trying to hold back tears. Oh shit. What did I do?
"Uh, Hagen, I have to fix my hair in the bathroom, come with me." Paige slurred, pulling her out of the classroom.
"Dude, man, what did I say?" I asked Kyle.
"Well the thing is, Hagen was going out with this kid, Ben, about a year ago. She really cared about him, and they were really good friends, although he had some self esteem issues. One day, he couldn't take it. He commited suicide. She hasn't dated anyone ever since." He explained.
My mouth dropped to the floor.
"Ohmygod. That's really horrible. I feel really bad."
"Its not your fault or anything, it's just they were really great friends, and then they started dating. They loved each other more than they were in love with each other. More like a brother sister relationship, then a boyfriend/girlfriend thing, if you ask me. They were going out for only two weeks before it happened. Although, she does seem really effected by it. I've seen fucking Oli Sykes hit on her, and nope. Nothing. She seems really stuck on him, but she really needs to get over him. I mean Ben was a great kid, its just, he was a little emotionaly unstable. He wasn't right for a relationship. We all know that Hagen needs to move on, and she knows it too, its just she can't find anyone, which is really depresssing, because she's a great girl."
"I don't even know what to say to her. I feel really bad." I admitted. I can only say so much.

Hagen's POV
Paige dragged me to the bathroom, before I started to cry. This really needed to stop happening. Everytime someone asked me if I was single, or who I was going out with, I would tear up. Paige handed me her eyeliner, and a paper towel to fix my eyeliner with.
"Thanks." I blubbered.
"Mhm." She fixed her hair.
"This really needs to stop happening." I said.
"Yeah, no shit. Everytime someone asks you your status, tears start streaming. Hagen, he would want you to move on. He would want you to stop suffering already. He cared about you just as much as I care about you, he would want the mourning to stop. This year is the year you attempt to pull yourself together, and see somebody else. You're so much better than that." She explained, pulling me into a hug.
"That was touching, Paige. I should have written that down." I smirked.
"You really should have. So you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm okay." I swiped my eyes.
"Thats nice. You know Brendon didn't mean it."
"Yeah, I know. I know."
"He seems like a nice kid, and he's reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaalllllyyyyyy cute."
"You already have a boyfriend." I reminded her.
"I am well aware of that, but I have eyes! Maybe you should converse with him." She nudged me.
"No." I retorted.
"Wrong answer." She snapped.
"Well that is the only answer you are getting on that subject. We should head back to class." I suggested.
"That would be a good idea."
We headed back to class, unjoyfully.