Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > A Road Called Loathing
The rest of the vacation passed fairly quickly for Brendon and Margot. Also, very different than usual. Their time together at the cabin was usually peppered with bickering and arguing, along with plenty of screaming fights. This year, however, they barely spoke to or saw each other at all. When they did have to be together, they were very polite, a completely new experience for both of them. Both were unspeakably glad when their two weeks was up, and they were able to go home and continue to avoid each other.
School started again, and Margot’s school-time had never been so…dull. Nothing happened. No teasing, no pranks, no damage to personal property. She had begun taking the bus to avoid having to ride in the car with Brendon, and one would guess that they had never met by the way he ignored her completely in class. Margot had always wished for such a thing, but now that she didn’t even have Spencer anymore, she found herself becoming practically a mute during school hours.
“Margot.” This was the fifth time that week that Spencer had tried to speak to her. Since school had started up again, two weeks prior, he had tried every day to speak to her, only to be ignored and walked away from. Today, however, Margot turned around, exasperated.
“What, Spencer? What do you want?”
“To talk,” he answered lamely.
“About?” Margot crossed her arms after slamming her locker closed, her lunch bag dangling in her right hand.
“You know perfectly well. Don’t make me shout it aloud to the whole school.”
“Oh, so now you’re ashamed of me as well?” Margot rolled her eyes and turned away to leave.
“Wait!” Spencer grabbed her shoulder, turning her around once more to face him. “Margot, please, listen to what I have to say. I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry. Yeah, I started our friendship just to piss Brendon off after our falling out, and yes, I continued it only to get in your pants--”
Margot snorted. “Great. Good to know. Thanks.”
“--but that changed. I really like you, Margot, and I know I made mistakes, but…aren’t I at least better than Brendon?” Margot felt as though he’d plunged a knife into her stomach. She didn’t quite know why she cared if Spencer put Brendon down, she just did. Then again, here was Spencer, asking for forgiveness, and where was Brendon? With Victoria, or one of his stupid friends that helped his reputation. Spencer obviously didn’t care about reputation, he just wanted Margot, and was willing to be with her.
She looked up at him, trying to gauge his sincerity. Oh, God…
It was now February, and the weather was warming up. Brendon and Victoria were sitting outside in the courtyard, under a tall tree that provided a good amount of shade, without it being too cold.
“Brenny, are you sure you’re okay?” Victoria asked for the umpteenth time.
“Yes, Victoria,” Brendon said, agitated. “I’m fine, okay?”
“You’ve been acting weird ever since we got back from winter break. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, okay? Drop it, Victoria.”
“Brenny, I think--”
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Brendon mumbled, too low for Victoria to hear.
“I think you’re upset about that girl. Margot.” She crossed her arms and glared sourly at Brendon.
“Why would you say that?” Brendon asked hurriedly, wondering how someone as thick as Victoria could have guessed that.
“You don’t even make fun of her anymore, like you used to. And you won’t shut up about her.” She continued to shoot Brendon an evil look, but he failed to notice, as he was back to thinking about Margot.
How could she plague his thoughts so heavily? Victoria was right, for once; he couldn’t get his mind off Margot. How was she? Was she still depressed about Spencer? Did she think about Brendon as often as he thought about her? All questions that he wanted answers to, but especially the last one. He watched a couple walk across the field in front of him, holding hands and smiling at each other. Brendon sneered, narrowing his eyes as he watched them cross. They looked familiar, but that was probably because they went to the same school. But no, they really looked familiar…
Brendon gasped, standing before he could register what he was doing. He barely noticed Victoria yelling at his back, “Brenny, where are you going?” He walked out towards the couple, nothing but confusion and hurt on his mind.
“Margot!” Brendon yelled across the yard, making the scattered lunch-eating students look up from their conversations and stare. Brendon didn’t care. “Margot!”
She turned, and his fears were confirmed. From the smiles that had been on their faces, to their hands clasped between them, to the close proximity, Brendon got punched in the gut with reality: they were a couple.
“What are you doing?” he asked, tearing his gaze away from Margot to glare at Spencer.
“Well, at the risk of becoming the butt of another fat-joke, I’m going to eat lunch.”
“With him?” Brendon was still giving Spencer a death-look.
“Yes, Brendon. I’m on my way to have lunch with my boyfriend.” She paused to let the message sink in before continuing. “And then, we’re going to kiss goodbye when we go to the rest of our classes, and then I’m going to go over to his house after school, and I don’t know what we’ll do from there. Maybe we’ll watch a movie. Maybe we’ll make out. Maybe we’ll plan our happy life together that doesn’t include you. Any one of those things sounds like a great idea to me.”
“But…what about--what about--he lied to you! He tricked you!” Brendon was getting angry, refusing to accept that Margot could have just…moved on from what had happened, especially when Brendon hadn’t been so lucky.
“He apologized. And he meant it,” she added as Brendon opened his mouth to speak. “And he’s honest with me, and he loves me, and he’s not ashamed of me.”
“I’m not ashamed of you!”
“Bull shit. Complete and total bull shit, and don’t try to convince me otherwise, Brendon. You’re afraid of what I could do to your reputation.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care what happens to my reputation, Margot. Please, I can’t watch you be with this asshole and just stand idly by.”
“Even if I did believe that, which I don’t, you’re too fucking late, Brendon. Sorry.”
“But that’s not fair, Margot!”
“Not fair? Not fair? I’ll tell you what’s not fair, Brendon. It’s not fair that you’ve been making my life a living hell for as long as I can remember. It’s not fair that I’ve only ever had one friend, and it was only because you two had a falling-out. It’s not fucking fair that still, to this day, you’re fucking around with my mind, and my feelings, and my life, just to fit yours. The most un-fair part of it all is that I let you do that to me. I let you torture me, and ostracize me, and I let you hurt me, so shame on me for that. I’ll tell you one thing, though, Brendon: I’m not going to let you keep doing it. I’m going to enjoy the happiness that I found myself, and I hope you have a great fucking life with your reputation, because when all the factors are added up, and it’s time for you to decide who your real friends are, your reputation is all you’ll have.” With that, Margot turned away and continued walking across the yard, Spencer at her side, still holding her hand.
And Brendon stood in the middle of the courtyard, having been rejected in front of everyone in the courtyard. But he didn’t care about that. No, all he cared about was making Margot see that…that…that he was fucking right, God-dammit.
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School started again, and Margot’s school-time had never been so…dull. Nothing happened. No teasing, no pranks, no damage to personal property. She had begun taking the bus to avoid having to ride in the car with Brendon, and one would guess that they had never met by the way he ignored her completely in class. Margot had always wished for such a thing, but now that she didn’t even have Spencer anymore, she found herself becoming practically a mute during school hours.
“Margot.” This was the fifth time that week that Spencer had tried to speak to her. Since school had started up again, two weeks prior, he had tried every day to speak to her, only to be ignored and walked away from. Today, however, Margot turned around, exasperated.
“What, Spencer? What do you want?”
“To talk,” he answered lamely.
“About?” Margot crossed her arms after slamming her locker closed, her lunch bag dangling in her right hand.
“You know perfectly well. Don’t make me shout it aloud to the whole school.”
“Oh, so now you’re ashamed of me as well?” Margot rolled her eyes and turned away to leave.
“Wait!” Spencer grabbed her shoulder, turning her around once more to face him. “Margot, please, listen to what I have to say. I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry. Yeah, I started our friendship just to piss Brendon off after our falling out, and yes, I continued it only to get in your pants--”
Margot snorted. “Great. Good to know. Thanks.”
“--but that changed. I really like you, Margot, and I know I made mistakes, but…aren’t I at least better than Brendon?” Margot felt as though he’d plunged a knife into her stomach. She didn’t quite know why she cared if Spencer put Brendon down, she just did. Then again, here was Spencer, asking for forgiveness, and where was Brendon? With Victoria, or one of his stupid friends that helped his reputation. Spencer obviously didn’t care about reputation, he just wanted Margot, and was willing to be with her.
She looked up at him, trying to gauge his sincerity. Oh, God…
It was now February, and the weather was warming up. Brendon and Victoria were sitting outside in the courtyard, under a tall tree that provided a good amount of shade, without it being too cold.
“Brenny, are you sure you’re okay?” Victoria asked for the umpteenth time.
“Yes, Victoria,” Brendon said, agitated. “I’m fine, okay?”
“You’ve been acting weird ever since we got back from winter break. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, okay? Drop it, Victoria.”
“Brenny, I think--”
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Brendon mumbled, too low for Victoria to hear.
“I think you’re upset about that girl. Margot.” She crossed her arms and glared sourly at Brendon.
“Why would you say that?” Brendon asked hurriedly, wondering how someone as thick as Victoria could have guessed that.
“You don’t even make fun of her anymore, like you used to. And you won’t shut up about her.” She continued to shoot Brendon an evil look, but he failed to notice, as he was back to thinking about Margot.
How could she plague his thoughts so heavily? Victoria was right, for once; he couldn’t get his mind off Margot. How was she? Was she still depressed about Spencer? Did she think about Brendon as often as he thought about her? All questions that he wanted answers to, but especially the last one. He watched a couple walk across the field in front of him, holding hands and smiling at each other. Brendon sneered, narrowing his eyes as he watched them cross. They looked familiar, but that was probably because they went to the same school. But no, they really looked familiar…
Brendon gasped, standing before he could register what he was doing. He barely noticed Victoria yelling at his back, “Brenny, where are you going?” He walked out towards the couple, nothing but confusion and hurt on his mind.
“Margot!” Brendon yelled across the yard, making the scattered lunch-eating students look up from their conversations and stare. Brendon didn’t care. “Margot!”
She turned, and his fears were confirmed. From the smiles that had been on their faces, to their hands clasped between them, to the close proximity, Brendon got punched in the gut with reality: they were a couple.
“What are you doing?” he asked, tearing his gaze away from Margot to glare at Spencer.
“Well, at the risk of becoming the butt of another fat-joke, I’m going to eat lunch.”
“With him?” Brendon was still giving Spencer a death-look.
“Yes, Brendon. I’m on my way to have lunch with my boyfriend.” She paused to let the message sink in before continuing. “And then, we’re going to kiss goodbye when we go to the rest of our classes, and then I’m going to go over to his house after school, and I don’t know what we’ll do from there. Maybe we’ll watch a movie. Maybe we’ll make out. Maybe we’ll plan our happy life together that doesn’t include you. Any one of those things sounds like a great idea to me.”
“But…what about--what about--he lied to you! He tricked you!” Brendon was getting angry, refusing to accept that Margot could have just…moved on from what had happened, especially when Brendon hadn’t been so lucky.
“He apologized. And he meant it,” she added as Brendon opened his mouth to speak. “And he’s honest with me, and he loves me, and he’s not ashamed of me.”
“I’m not ashamed of you!”
“Bull shit. Complete and total bull shit, and don’t try to convince me otherwise, Brendon. You’re afraid of what I could do to your reputation.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care what happens to my reputation, Margot. Please, I can’t watch you be with this asshole and just stand idly by.”
“Even if I did believe that, which I don’t, you’re too fucking late, Brendon. Sorry.”
“But that’s not fair, Margot!”
“Not fair? Not fair? I’ll tell you what’s not fair, Brendon. It’s not fair that you’ve been making my life a living hell for as long as I can remember. It’s not fair that I’ve only ever had one friend, and it was only because you two had a falling-out. It’s not fucking fair that still, to this day, you’re fucking around with my mind, and my feelings, and my life, just to fit yours. The most un-fair part of it all is that I let you do that to me. I let you torture me, and ostracize me, and I let you hurt me, so shame on me for that. I’ll tell you one thing, though, Brendon: I’m not going to let you keep doing it. I’m going to enjoy the happiness that I found myself, and I hope you have a great fucking life with your reputation, because when all the factors are added up, and it’s time for you to decide who your real friends are, your reputation is all you’ll have.” With that, Margot turned away and continued walking across the yard, Spencer at her side, still holding her hand.
And Brendon stood in the middle of the courtyard, having been rejected in front of everyone in the courtyard. But he didn’t care about that. No, all he cared about was making Margot see that…that…that he was fucking right, God-dammit.
(Runs away) Please don't kill me! This was my attempt at making up for yesterday's shitty upload, but it turned out to be something that you guys are probably not happy about...Stay tuned for the next chapter, but comment/subscribe/rate first. M'kay? OverAndOutxx
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