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Brendon walked into his home, slamming the front door behind him and throwing his book bag at the wall. The sadness of losing Margot to Spencer-fucking-Smith had ebbed away during class, and now, he was very angry. Angry at Spencer, angry at Margot…Angry at himself…
“Honey?” Brendon’s mother called from the kitchen. He walked in to join her, taking a seat at the table. He leaned his elbows on it and rested his head in his palms. “Something wrong?” Grace asked.
“Everything,” Brendon mumbled, not looking up.
“Any specific ‘everything’?”
“It’s just girl-problems, Mom; you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh, really?” Mrs. Urie sat down beside her son at the kitchen table, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I know quite a bit more about girl-problems than you do, mister. When I was your age, I was the girl-problem.”
“Mom, c’mon, not now.” Brendon tried to shrug her off, but she was having none of that.
“Jealous of Margot’s new boyfriend, are you?” The mother smirked, knowing she was right by the way Brendon’s head shot up out of his hands. He gaped at her in disbelief.
“How did you know?”
“Well, Donna happened to mention to me that Margot had a new boyfriend, and I figured that you’d be upset when you found out.”
“But--but…how did you know--?”
“Oh, please, Brendon,” his mother said, waving her hand dismissively. “It’s been obvious from the beginning that you two were made for each other.”
“Are you kidding? Up until two months ago, we hated each other, Mom.” Brendon rolled his eyes at his mother’s obvious lack of observational skills.
“You didn’t hate each other, I assure you. It just took the two of you long enough to get a clue!”
“Well, Margot obviously still hasn’t gotten that clue.”
“Oh, she’s got it, believe me.” The mother nodded superiorly.
“How do you know?” Brendon begged, wondering if his mother could be right.
“She’s dating someone else. She’s either trying to make you jealous, or get over you. Either way, one’s working and the other isn’t. You are definitely jealous; but she’s not getting over you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Honey, I was a teenager a long time before you were. One thing that never changes is a girl’s ignorance of what she needs.”
“How do I get her to see that she needs me?”
“Try fighting for her.”
“Fighting for her?” Brendon leaned forward, intrigued by his mother’s knowledge of the female psyche.
“Yes. Show her that you’ll do anything to get her.”
“Right!” Brendon stood up to leave the kitchen, on the way to his room to formulize a plan.
“Oh, and honey?”
“Yes, Mom?”
“Break up with Victoria first.”
Brendon grinned sheepishly at his mother’s knowing look. Yes, she obviously had some sort of sixth sense with these things.
The next day went very slowly for Brendon, who had devised a plan to be put into action at lunch time. Well…it wasn’t a plan, really, as much as it was…a course of action. Last night, he had called up Victoria on the phone and told her that he couldn’t see her anymore. She’d pouted for a few minutes before he pointed out that this meant that she could now date other people. She had hung up happily, already babbling about a list of guys she was planning on calling. Simple minds, simple pleasures, Brendon had thought to himself, wishing he could be so easily pleased.
Finally, the bell for lunch tolled, and he walked out into the courtyard to sit under his usual tree and wait. Before long, he spotted Margot and Spencer walking across the field, hands clasped, chatting happily. Brendon got up without hesitation, striding over to the couple and stopping them by calling out to Margot.
“What do you want, Brendon?” Margot asked, turning around and placing her hands on her hips in the I’m-annoyed-with-you way that she was so good at.
“I want to talk to Spencer.”
“Say whatever you want, Urie,” Spencer said, stepping forward. “I won, you lost, get over it. The war that was started four years ago just ended, and guess who came out the victor? I did.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Red flashes of color blinded Brendon’s sight as he looked at Spencer in disbelief. “Do you still think this is a game? Do you still think that we’re in some kind of competition with each other?” He was absolutely shocked. Not a thing had changed. Spencer didn’t give a damn about Margot, he just cared about getting what Brendon wanted. He’d been able to see, even four years ago, that Brendon was in love with Margot, and once the friendship had ended, he’d set to work to get the one thing that Brendon couldn’t have: her.
“There is no game, Brendon. The only game here is you, playing yourself into thinking that you could ever get Margot, especially now that I’ve got her.” At this, Brendon looked at Margot, who was looking down at the grass, looking as though she wished she could be anywhere else. As though she wished she didn’t have to hear and believe what Spencer was saying.
“Margot,” Brendon said, in softer tones than he’d used with Spencer. “What are you doing? Have you let him brainwash you into thinking that he’s the best you can get? What about what you really want, hmm? What about me? I know you feel the same way about me as I do you. What about that? Are you not listening to what this asshole is saying? Talking about you like you’re some kind of a prize, or an object? Are you really letting this happen?” Margot didn’t look at him, or up from the ground at all. For a long time, nothing was said. And then…
“There you have it, Urie. I fucking win. I have her. You can’t get her. You fucking lost.” Spencer was grinning smugly at his rival, oblivious to the rollercoaster of anger that was coursing through Brendon’s mind.
How dare he! How fucking dare he! How could he talk about Margot like that? Like she wasn’t even there, like she wasn’t even human! She was beautiful, and smart, and funny, and real, and Spencer took all of that and more for granted, caring, not for the amazing girl that he had, but for the “victory” that he had achieved at Brendon’s expense. How dare he turn Margot into a little minion of his! What had he done to Margot to make her so…docile? A few months ago, if anyone had said anything like that about Margot, she’d have a good word or two to say about it. What had he told her? Had he called her worthless? Unlovable? A girl whose last chance was standing in front of her, so she’d better take it?
Brendon couldn’t think straight. He was so angry…he was livid! Livid with hate and loathing for Spencer Smith, the despicable human being standing before him. In fact, Brendon almost didn’t realize his shaking hand balling up into a fist. It almost escaped his notice that he had raised said fist into the air. It almost came as a shock to Brendon when he felt his fist collide satisfyingly with Spencer’s jaw. Almost.
“Fighting! In school!” crowed the principal of the school, Mrs. Parsons. “I can’t believe it! Two grown men, both very well-educated, and from good families, brawling like grammar-school-boys! It disgusts me to see such an exhibition of violence. I expect more of both of you, especially you, Mr. Urie! I have no choice but to call both your parents and inform them of your disgusting behavior. You’re both suspended for a week, now get out of my sight.”
Spencer gaped at Principal Parsons, sitting rigidly in his chair, shocked. He had never been in trouble at school before, save for the occasional tardy. He was not pleased.
Brendon didn’t really care. So what if he’d have a black eye and a swollen lip in the morning? He’d shown Margot that Spencer was wrong for here, and he, Brendon, was willing to fight for her…literally…
“Brendon!” his mother greeted him angrily when he walked in the front door. “Suspended for fighting? When I said you should fight for Margot, I didn’t mean actually beat up her boyfriend!”
“You should have heard what he was saying about her, Mom! And right in front of her! He was talking about her as if she were some kind of…object, to be won in a contest. It wasn’t right! And she wasn’t even standing up for herself! It was like…like he broke her, or something.”
“Even so, fighting at school is never acceptable. You’re grounded for a week. Be grateful it’s not longer.”
Brendon didn’t care. He had no desire to do anything but sit up in his room and think about Margot, and whether or not she was thinking about him.
Hello there, everyone. I did my best to give you a nice, long update today, because I won't be able to update for another two weeks. Now, I know, some of you may have lost interest by the time I come back, but I'm hoping that you'll all just be able to hold out while the story's put on hold, and still read it when I start posting again. And I am not being writing-celibate by choice, by the way. On Wednesday, I'm going to Arkansas with my mom to visit some family, and I don't want to bring my computer because, with my luck, it'll get broken, or lost, or something. Not to mention, my grandmother's Internet connection up there isn't the greatest, and it would just be a pain to try to upload.
So, please go comment/subscribe if you haven't, and be patient, por favor? Thanks to all my subscribers, I hope I still have you all when I get back. Okay. OverAndOutxx
“Honey?” Brendon’s mother called from the kitchen. He walked in to join her, taking a seat at the table. He leaned his elbows on it and rested his head in his palms. “Something wrong?” Grace asked.
“Everything,” Brendon mumbled, not looking up.
“Any specific ‘everything’?”
“It’s just girl-problems, Mom; you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh, really?” Mrs. Urie sat down beside her son at the kitchen table, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I know quite a bit more about girl-problems than you do, mister. When I was your age, I was the girl-problem.”
“Mom, c’mon, not now.” Brendon tried to shrug her off, but she was having none of that.
“Jealous of Margot’s new boyfriend, are you?” The mother smirked, knowing she was right by the way Brendon’s head shot up out of his hands. He gaped at her in disbelief.
“How did you know?”
“Well, Donna happened to mention to me that Margot had a new boyfriend, and I figured that you’d be upset when you found out.”
“But--but…how did you know--?”
“Oh, please, Brendon,” his mother said, waving her hand dismissively. “It’s been obvious from the beginning that you two were made for each other.”
“Are you kidding? Up until two months ago, we hated each other, Mom.” Brendon rolled his eyes at his mother’s obvious lack of observational skills.
“You didn’t hate each other, I assure you. It just took the two of you long enough to get a clue!”
“Well, Margot obviously still hasn’t gotten that clue.”
“Oh, she’s got it, believe me.” The mother nodded superiorly.
“How do you know?” Brendon begged, wondering if his mother could be right.
“She’s dating someone else. She’s either trying to make you jealous, or get over you. Either way, one’s working and the other isn’t. You are definitely jealous; but she’s not getting over you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Honey, I was a teenager a long time before you were. One thing that never changes is a girl’s ignorance of what she needs.”
“How do I get her to see that she needs me?”
“Try fighting for her.”
“Fighting for her?” Brendon leaned forward, intrigued by his mother’s knowledge of the female psyche.
“Yes. Show her that you’ll do anything to get her.”
“Right!” Brendon stood up to leave the kitchen, on the way to his room to formulize a plan.
“Oh, and honey?”
“Yes, Mom?”
“Break up with Victoria first.”
Brendon grinned sheepishly at his mother’s knowing look. Yes, she obviously had some sort of sixth sense with these things.
The next day went very slowly for Brendon, who had devised a plan to be put into action at lunch time. Well…it wasn’t a plan, really, as much as it was…a course of action. Last night, he had called up Victoria on the phone and told her that he couldn’t see her anymore. She’d pouted for a few minutes before he pointed out that this meant that she could now date other people. She had hung up happily, already babbling about a list of guys she was planning on calling. Simple minds, simple pleasures, Brendon had thought to himself, wishing he could be so easily pleased.
Finally, the bell for lunch tolled, and he walked out into the courtyard to sit under his usual tree and wait. Before long, he spotted Margot and Spencer walking across the field, hands clasped, chatting happily. Brendon got up without hesitation, striding over to the couple and stopping them by calling out to Margot.
“What do you want, Brendon?” Margot asked, turning around and placing her hands on her hips in the I’m-annoyed-with-you way that she was so good at.
“I want to talk to Spencer.”
“Say whatever you want, Urie,” Spencer said, stepping forward. “I won, you lost, get over it. The war that was started four years ago just ended, and guess who came out the victor? I did.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Red flashes of color blinded Brendon’s sight as he looked at Spencer in disbelief. “Do you still think this is a game? Do you still think that we’re in some kind of competition with each other?” He was absolutely shocked. Not a thing had changed. Spencer didn’t give a damn about Margot, he just cared about getting what Brendon wanted. He’d been able to see, even four years ago, that Brendon was in love with Margot, and once the friendship had ended, he’d set to work to get the one thing that Brendon couldn’t have: her.
“There is no game, Brendon. The only game here is you, playing yourself into thinking that you could ever get Margot, especially now that I’ve got her.” At this, Brendon looked at Margot, who was looking down at the grass, looking as though she wished she could be anywhere else. As though she wished she didn’t have to hear and believe what Spencer was saying.
“Margot,” Brendon said, in softer tones than he’d used with Spencer. “What are you doing? Have you let him brainwash you into thinking that he’s the best you can get? What about what you really want, hmm? What about me? I know you feel the same way about me as I do you. What about that? Are you not listening to what this asshole is saying? Talking about you like you’re some kind of a prize, or an object? Are you really letting this happen?” Margot didn’t look at him, or up from the ground at all. For a long time, nothing was said. And then…
“There you have it, Urie. I fucking win. I have her. You can’t get her. You fucking lost.” Spencer was grinning smugly at his rival, oblivious to the rollercoaster of anger that was coursing through Brendon’s mind.
How dare he! How fucking dare he! How could he talk about Margot like that? Like she wasn’t even there, like she wasn’t even human! She was beautiful, and smart, and funny, and real, and Spencer took all of that and more for granted, caring, not for the amazing girl that he had, but for the “victory” that he had achieved at Brendon’s expense. How dare he turn Margot into a little minion of his! What had he done to Margot to make her so…docile? A few months ago, if anyone had said anything like that about Margot, she’d have a good word or two to say about it. What had he told her? Had he called her worthless? Unlovable? A girl whose last chance was standing in front of her, so she’d better take it?
Brendon couldn’t think straight. He was so angry…he was livid! Livid with hate and loathing for Spencer Smith, the despicable human being standing before him. In fact, Brendon almost didn’t realize his shaking hand balling up into a fist. It almost escaped his notice that he had raised said fist into the air. It almost came as a shock to Brendon when he felt his fist collide satisfyingly with Spencer’s jaw. Almost.
“Fighting! In school!” crowed the principal of the school, Mrs. Parsons. “I can’t believe it! Two grown men, both very well-educated, and from good families, brawling like grammar-school-boys! It disgusts me to see such an exhibition of violence. I expect more of both of you, especially you, Mr. Urie! I have no choice but to call both your parents and inform them of your disgusting behavior. You’re both suspended for a week, now get out of my sight.”
Spencer gaped at Principal Parsons, sitting rigidly in his chair, shocked. He had never been in trouble at school before, save for the occasional tardy. He was not pleased.
Brendon didn’t really care. So what if he’d have a black eye and a swollen lip in the morning? He’d shown Margot that Spencer was wrong for here, and he, Brendon, was willing to fight for her…literally…
“Brendon!” his mother greeted him angrily when he walked in the front door. “Suspended for fighting? When I said you should fight for Margot, I didn’t mean actually beat up her boyfriend!”
“You should have heard what he was saying about her, Mom! And right in front of her! He was talking about her as if she were some kind of…object, to be won in a contest. It wasn’t right! And she wasn’t even standing up for herself! It was like…like he broke her, or something.”
“Even so, fighting at school is never acceptable. You’re grounded for a week. Be grateful it’s not longer.”
Brendon didn’t care. He had no desire to do anything but sit up in his room and think about Margot, and whether or not she was thinking about him.
Hello there, everyone. I did my best to give you a nice, long update today, because I won't be able to update for another two weeks. Now, I know, some of you may have lost interest by the time I come back, but I'm hoping that you'll all just be able to hold out while the story's put on hold, and still read it when I start posting again. And I am not being writing-celibate by choice, by the way. On Wednesday, I'm going to Arkansas with my mom to visit some family, and I don't want to bring my computer because, with my luck, it'll get broken, or lost, or something. Not to mention, my grandmother's Internet connection up there isn't the greatest, and it would just be a pain to try to upload.
So, please go comment/subscribe if you haven't, and be patient, por favor? Thanks to all my subscribers, I hope I still have you all when I get back. Okay. OverAndOutxx
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