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“Ugh!” Margot Miner jumped out of her seat, shrieking as she did so. “What the hell! I hate you, Brendon Urie!” She felt the wet hair in back of her head where Brendon had projectile-sprayed his coffee when he laughed at some stupid joke that Jon Walker had told.

“Awh, c’mon babe, I didn’t mean to,” Brendon leaned back in his chair, eyes twinkling as he tried not to smile at Margot’s temper. He failed, grinning broadly and relishing in her humiliation, particularly proud of himself for causing it.

“My ass, you didn’t meant to!” She stomped her foot, frustrated that everyone was laughing at her awful misfortune. Not to be immature, but eww! Brendon Urie’s spit and disgustingness all over her. She shuddered. The very thought of any part of him touching her made her hair stand on end.

“Ms. Miner, please take your seat.” the Psychology teacher, Mr. Devorte, said coolly.

“But--But he just…”

“I know, I saw what happened. Mr. Urie says it was an accident, and I have no reason to believe he intended to harm you. Isn’t that right?” he addressed Brendon, and it sickened Margot to watch him play into the boy’s hands, just like everyone else. Not that it surprised her, but it was frustrating to no end when nobody believed her and everyone sided with him.

“Of course not, sir. I was just telling Margot how sorry I am, and that I’ll go get paper towels for her if she needs them,” Brendon simpered. He reached out to try and pat Margot’s arm affectionately, but she wrenched out of his reach, wishing dearly that she could just kick him.

Margot’s temper was flaring. Ever since she was little, Brendon Urie had been doing this exact thing: charming everyone around them into thinking he was an angel, and Margot just had it out for him and overreacted to everything. They had been neighbors for a long time, and when they were younger, Brendon was always nasty to Margot. Back then, she was afraid of him because he was two years older, now she was outnumbered greatly by all the people that fell for his act. Like their blind-to-reality psychology teacher.

“No. Thank you for the concern, Mr. Urie, but I’m sure Ms. Miner will survive wet hair until the bell rings and she can use the ladies’ room.” He turned back to writing vocabulary definitions on the board, and Margot was forced to sit back down in her chair with her cheeks bright red to match her hair.

“Sorry about that, Mar-Bear.” Brendon whispered, making Margot cringe and wrinkle her nose at the smirk in his voice. One punch, one good punch, and Margot was certain she would never have a problem with Brendon again…

“I’m sure,” she hissed, trying to concentrate on notes. It was time like these that she hadn‘t been conned into taking Brendon‘s advice by taking an extra AP class. Now, she had a whole hour every day with Brendon Urie. Joy.

“No, really. I didn’t mean to get coffee all over you. Why would I want to waste it like that?” If Brendon hadn’t have perfected the art of getting under Margot Miner’s skin over the past sixteen years, he would have burst into laughter at her perfect reaction to his spitting coffee into her hair.

Margot whipped around, glaring at him. “I’ve got no fucking idea why you do half the things you do, but you do them anyway. Since when does logic make a difference?”

“I think you’re overreacting.” Brendon was nearly tearing up with the effort of keeping a straight face in the midst of Margot’s extreme displeasure.

“I think you need to shut the fuck up.” Margot turned back around, determined not to play into Brendon’s hands again, not wanting to admit that she already had.

“Now, that’s not very nice. Donna would not be happy to hear that you’re using such language,” Brendon teased, employing his usual threat of telling Margot’s mother on her.

“Don’t start with me, Brendon. I’ll just tell Grace where you really were last Friday night. Studying at Jon’s, ha! More like partying with Victoria.” She turned around and smirked, seeing that she had struck a nerve.

“You wouldn’t,” Brendon hissed, his veneer of cocky confidence temporarily dislodged. Brendon’s mother didn’t approve of Brendon’s sort-of girlfriend, Victoria; she was unaware that they had been secretly dating for a few months now. If she were to find out, every freedom that Brendon held near and dear to him, he knew, would cease to exist for him.

And with good reason, thought Margot. Victoria was a dumb, easy slut who partied too hard. There were constantly rumors flying around school about her getting drunk at this or that party, getting high out of her mind, and hooking up with someone, or ending up in some undisclosed location with her clothes missing. Not that Margot cared if Brendon chose to date the whore; he deserved whatever heart-ache he got.

“I would,” she told him firmly, not giving any room for doubt about how serious she was. “So lay off, okay? I’m really not in the mood, especially if I’m gonna have to spend two days stuck in a car with you this weekend.”

Yes, that was what really chapped her cheeks about the whole situation. Brendon‘s and Margot‘s parents were the closest of friends, and insisted on vacationing together during the holidays. They usually waited until the last day of school before winter break to drive to their vacation homes in northern California.

This year, however, Brendon had his drivers’ license, and the parents had left a week early to spend “adult-time” before they had to do family activities. This meant that Brendon and Margot would be driving all the way from their home in Las Vegas to California after school on Friday, arriving at the vacation home late Sunday evening. Margot was dreading it, and Brendon couldn’t wait to see how far he could push her before she snapped and decided to walk. He gave himself two hours.

Thankfully, the bell rang and Margot was able to escape ahead of Brendon and make it to the bathroom. She sopped up the caffeinated mess in her hair as best she could, tossing the paper towels angrily into the trash. She wet her fingers and ran them through her red locks, trying to keep her hair from becoming a sticky mess of dried coffee (loaded down with cream and sugar).

“Hey Margot,” her best friend, Spencer Smith, joined her as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Hi Spen,” she sighed, obviously upset. She was never in a good mood after a Brendon-encounter.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer knew, of course, but he knew Margot well enough to know that she needed to vent.

“Nothing. I’m just dreading the road-trip with Brendon on Friday.”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry. If it were my decision, you’d be spending winter break here with me so we could hang out.” He smiled down at her, earning a smile in return.

“Yeah, I wish,” she told him, opening her locker and taking her lunch out. “I hate that fucking place. We do the same loser, touristy activities every year.”

“Well, it’s only for two weeks. You’ll be back home before you know it.” Spencer nudged her encouragingly as they walked through the double-doors and into the cafeteria.

“Yeah, I guess.” She sighed again, sitting down across from her friend at their table.

“But Brenny!” Victoria pouted, stomping her foot and crossing her arms. “We were supposed to spend winter break together!” She tossed her bottle-blonde hair and narrowed her blue eyes.

“Sorry, babe,” Brendon said without looking at her, putting his bag in his locker for the lunch period. “I tried to get out of it, but you know my parents; I have no choice.” He shrugged. That was a lie. Brendon hadn’t even tried to get out of his vacation; he didn’t want to. Why should he alter his life for Victoria when they weren’t even really dating? “Besides, I have to drive Margot up, too.” He just couldn’t have Victoria knowing his real reasons for not wanting to spend every minute of his winter break with her.

Victoria just jutted out her lower lip even more. “I don’t like the idea of you driving alone with another girl for two straight days.” She wagged a perfectly-manicured finger in his face disapprovingly.

Brendon laughed out loud. “Babe, honestly? You’re worried about me being alone with Margot? Believe me, if she’s your only competition, you’re safe.” Margot. The thought was laughable. Sure, she was good to tease to breaking point, but as someone to…ugh, he couldn’t even think of it.

“He is just so fucking…Ugh, I don’t even know. Everything he does, it seems like he does it for the express purpose of making my life even worse.” Margot looked down at her sandwich, still drenched in orange liquid from when Brendon drove her to school that morning. She had ‘back-sassed’ the older boy, causing him to ‘spill’ his orange juice all over Margot’s lunch bag.

“Don’t sweat it, Mar. He has to grow up soon; he can’t stay a kid forever.” Spencer didn’t like seeing his best friend so strung-out over an ass like Brendon.

“That’s what he wants me to think,” she murmured grumpily. Spencer was the only one who ever believed her about Brendon. They had been friends since she was in sixth grade, and Spencer was in eighth. Brendon had been teasing Margot about something or other (when wasn’t he?), and Spencer had broken it up, becoming Margot’s hero and immediate friend. They did everything together: birthdays, weekends, lunch at school; they were near-inseparable.

Spencer gave Margot a smile. “Just cheer up. This time next year, Brendon will be at college and out of your hair.”

Margot grinned. “You always know how to make me feel better, Spence.”

“Brenny, you always know how to push my buttons,” Victoria tried to reach for Brendon’s hand, but he pulled it away quickly, causing his girlfriend to glare even more, crossing her arms and turning her nose up.

“I told you babe, not in public; someone might see.” Brendon rubbed the back of his neck and looked around, making sure that no one who knew his parents had witnessed the lapse of discretion from Victoria.

“Brenny, sometimes I think you’re ashamed of me.”

“Sometimes, I think you’re right,” he murmured under his breath.


Wow, I haven't written a Panic! fanfic in quite a while. I'm really not quite sure how I came up with this story, but I think I started writing it months ago, when my Internet went out for a whole week and I started about 8 different stories in my boredom and inability to update my active stories. xD So yeah. What do you think so far? I think this is going to be a cute story, if I do say so myself. And I don't mean cute as in well-written, I mean the content and tone will be cute. SO yeah. Comment/Rate/Sub and tell me what you think. Los abrazos y los besos. OverAndOutxx