Andy Biersack's POV
"Hey. Know-it-all?" I called, looking for the sophomore whose name I didn't know, staring angrily into the darkness of the basement. Why were they here, of all places? "I have a deal for you, including the shit you need to know!"
A loud crack indicated the lights were being illuminated, and I heard footsteps.
"Andrew," echoed a voice across the big, empty baesment.
"I have a deal for you." The lights were almost all the way up, revealing a set of about five figures, small, and not intimidating in any way.
"Tell us, then." The five girls approached me even more. I should have brought back up -- they might not have beaten me up, but they were kind of scary, and who knew what they were hiding down here?
"As you know, I'm part of Ronnie Radke's group, but I am very unwilling about it. I am willing to tell you what he's planning, but for a price."
"Name it," the tall one with a mohawk said.
"You tell me his big secret that keeps him scared of you." The shortest one looked kind of pissed at that comment.
"That's a big price," she spoke, heightening her voice. "That's the only thing that can keep us safe from him. That's the only thing that keeps us and all the other people we swore to protect."
"I won't tell. I promise."
"You do realize what we can do if you break that promise. This isn't a power play. We know who knows everything at this school."
"Yeah." They must have some serious dirt on me -- they don't make empty threats. They never have, because whenever someone has broken a promise, there were many consequences.
"The catlike one will beat you up, and worse." One of the taller girls balled one of her hands into a fist, and used the other to smack the red haired one who had just spoken.
"You have a deal," I said. Hadn't I come in here to be the one who was proposing something? I was supposed to have the bargaining chips.
"So, what's Radke planning?" the 'catlike' one that would have beaten me up said.
"He's going to take out Oli Sykes, and probably Josh Fransechi. He's pissed at Oli, and Josh got in Radke's way while he was trying to beat Sykes up."
"That can't be it," short, half-blue hair muttered.
"He also hates you guys, and is trying to take you down."
"Tell me something I don't know," reddie scoffed.
"He's a homophobe."
"Knew that."
"He did already beat up Oli and Josh, and apparently it hurt Oli really bad."
"I know. I saw. Couldn't stop him -- he didn't listen."
"He plans to hit Oli where it hurts. His friends."'
The shortest looked confused. "His friends? Jack? Alex? Patrick? Bill?"
"Exactly. They're going to, and I quote, 'get their asses whooped like never before."
"Tell us once you find out how we can prevent that from happening. Then we'll talk."
"But you said--"
"No buts, Biersack. Unless it's yours," the red-haired one said flirtatiously.
"Not the time, Ves," shorty said.
"He's hot! Don't stop me," the 'Ves' growled, making the shorter one back off. I was utterly confused. I was used to being called hot, but not by people I found attractive. She grabbed my arm, and took out a pen, scribbling down some digits. "Call me sometime," she said and winked.
On that note, they walked off, grumbling to each other about how much of an idiot the one next to them was.
Reporting to them on a daily basis would be fun.
Austin Carlile's POV
"Hey, Als?" I asked the ginger as we walked down the carpeted hallways of the third floor of the second building of Barrington High.
"Yeah?" he replied, and I smirked.
"You know something I've always wanted to do?"
"No. . ."
"I've always kind of wanted to suck you off in this hallway." With that, I attacked his lips and pushed him against the wall, intending to do just that.
***
Knowing our luck, today was the day when the new hall monitors were assigned their hallways, and the period of the day when they were supposed to be in them. That is how Brendon Urie realized that the gays stick together.
I heard him before I saw him, still having Alan's dick in my mouth.
"Who is moaning down there!" he shouted, while I tried to redo my boyfriend's pants. I didn't have enough time to stand back up, so it was obvious to Brendon that I had been sucking Alan's dick.
"Austin Carlile sucking Alan Ashby off!" Beebo exclaimed, quietly. "I should report you, but I'm kind of a shitty hall monitor." I wiped the sweat off my forehead, and looked up at the mortified Alan, who was blushing so profusely that it was almost easy to mistake him for a fucking tomato. "I won't report you if you tell me about your relationship."
Brendon was basically a stereotypical teenager, with the OTPs, and shipping, and shit.
"We've been dating for three years, and I love him with my soul. Can we go now?" I said, just trying to get Alan out of this awkward situation. Brendon nodded, and I glared at him. "Don't tell anyone."
We might have gotten caught, but I was still Austin Carlile. I was still 6'5 and on the football team. I was still incredibly intimidating. I just hoped it was enough to keep Alan and I safe.
Patrick Stump's POV
It turned out that Pete was in most of my classes. Ever since I had met the strange, black clad boy, I knew he was different. I wasn't necessarily an amazing judge of personality, but he intrigued me.
Pete's face was always buried in what I learned to be his lyric book. He was constantly scribbling, writing so fast that what he had put down was probably illegible chicken scratch. I tried to steer him around the crowds of kids that were headed towards lunch period B.
"Pete, seriously, be careful! I only just met you yesterday -- I don't know how you walk yet! I can't steer you!" He didn't respond, and continued to keep his eyes down on the off-white sheet that was quickly being filled with sentence fragments.
When we reached the table, I uttered a firm 'sit,' causing Pete to plop down on the floor. "On the freaking chair, holy smokes, Pete." He got up from the floor and sat next to me, not stopping his scribbling. I grumbled and got up to get my food, leaving him alone for the first time today.
A/N: okay so I'm traveling so that's why there's been like no updates. I'm trying y'all
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