"mr. ross's class has always been my favorite. i love american history..." lynn smiled.
"mr. ross class has always been my favorite too. i hate american history. i love mr. ross's face and tight pants." brendon shrugged.
"senior year, bren. you finally gonna tell him how you feel? you've had a crush on him since you were 14. he's only 4 years older than you.." jon suggested.
"he's my teacher!!!!! and no he literally hates my guts jonathan walker. i misbehaved to get his attention but now he just thinks i'm a horrible student."
"which you are." olivia added.
"okay olivia shut the fuck up i know i just LOVE him and i want to kiss his face all over."
"can't do that if he doesn't know how you feel." jon spoke again.
"touché." brendon laughed. "maybe closer to the end of the year."
••
"alright class. who can tell me the significance of the battle of shiloh? this will be on your quiz tomorrow you guys!!!!" mr. ross smiled, his pearly white teeth flashing at the class.
brendon shivered. mr. ross was just so fucking hot. his longer hair and how nice he looked all the goddamn time.
"yes hayley?" mr. ross called on the redhead in the back.
"the battle of shiloh was the bloodiest day of the civil war. and not to be nosy, but why are you in a suit mr. ross? you're never this dressed up for school."
brendon thought the suit made him look especially hot. so hot, that brendon got up without asking. he walked out of the classroom and straight to the bathroom.
"brendon!!! get back here!" mr. ross yelled. "wait right here guys, i'm going after him. the kid needs some goddamn discipline."
mr. ross caught up to brendon before he got to the restroom. "excuse my language mr. urie, but what the fuck do you think you're doing? this is my class, not free time. you really need some discipline." brendon gulped. "you have detention after school with me today."
mr. ross walked away, sighing and running his hand through his hair.
••
"look who finally decided to come back!!" frank snickered, chucking a paper airplane at brendon's head after he sat down.
"shut up frank we all know you like it up the ass." the class went silent.
"brendon!!!! learn when to keep your mouth shut!! you already have detention with me today. god." mr. ross sighed again. "to answer your question that you asked hayley, i was supposed to go to a banquet for my nephew's hockey team, but instead i'll be here babysitting brendon urie in detention.
the room was filled with laughs, and jon leaned over to brendon and whispered.
"maybe he'll tie you to his desk with his tie."
brendon gave him a death glare.
••
detention had been horrible this far. mr. ross and brendon had not exchanged words once.
halfway through, mr. ross looked up from his papers. standing up and taking off his sport jacket, he walked over to brendon's desk and sat next to him.
"why do you always misbehave in my class brendon? it's been almost 4 years and you're still disruptive. do you hate me or something?" mr. ross sighed yet again.
"no of course not mr. ross!! i just- i just can't tell you why. it's not good." brendon whispered.
"you can tell me anything brendon. what's going on?"
"fine. you really wanna know? you're fucking hot mr. ross, super fucking hot. and i want to be with you so badly but i can't because i'm your student. but i'm practically in love with you!! fun, huh! well i needed to catch your eye somehow. and misbehaving is what i chose. sorry for the inconveniences." brendon rolled his eyes.
mr. ross grabbed brendon's shoulders, making him face him. he leaned in, staring at brendon's lips. brendon connected his lips with mr. ross's.
"you can call me ryan, sweetheart." he winked.
brendon blushed.
"all i needed was to discipline you to get it out of you? i could have done this ages ago. here's my number. call me sometime sugar." he smiled, leaving brendon alone in the detention room, stunned.
