Hallelujah // Brendon Urie

42- "Cars"

I was rudely awaken by the harsh sounds of books slamming shut and school bells. I cracked open one eye, scoping out the classroom.

People were scurrying out, a huge buzz of talk and laughter pushing into the room once the door opened. It took me a second to realize I was in class, and that I needed to leave, considering class had ended.

"Miss Miller! I need to have a short discussion with you, if it's no trouble." Mr. Turner's aged voice made me cringe. He was always my last class, meaning I had to build up anticipation in the most boring way possible. I stood from the desk and nodded at him. I started to collect my books and place them into my bags as the slight clicking of his dress shoes approached my desk.

I slowly looked up to him, slinging my book bag over one shoulder. "Yes sir?" I asked, slipping my other arm through the second strap.

Turner took in a deep breath, repositioning his glasses before beginning his talk, "Rose, you are a very bright young lady, which I'm sure you here all the time," I forced a smile to the compliment. "But your grades aren't reflecting your true potential. What's brining your typical A's to C's?"

I sucked in my cheeks, thinking of anything to feed him. I know what's really distracting me, and it's not really something I can help. This whole "being kicked out" situation is putting me in such a different state of mind, and I can't do much to bring myself out of it. It's more of my mothers decision, if anything.

I looked up at Mr. Turner, giving a slight smile, "I just, uh, need a little more sleep, is all."

I could tell by the look he was giving me he didn't believe it, "Alright, miss. You're excused."

I quickly stepped past him, making a quick exit to the door. Brendon was waiting to take me home, and I'm sure I'll hear an ear full of sarcastic comments if I'm late.

I walked out of the front gates to find Brendon leaning against his crappy little blue car, hands crossed behind his back. To give you a cute little image of this, think of Jake Ryan leaning against his beautiful red sports car in Sixteen Candles, but with a leather jacket instead of a knit sweater, and some incredibly outdated, dangerous form of transportation instead of a Porsche.

The corner of my mouth tugged up, the cue for my legs to start moving.

"Late, are we? Darling, I didn't pitch you for the fashionably late kind of dime." Brendon mocked, pulling the keys from his pocket and dangling them in the air.

I rolled my eyes as I stopped in front of him, "Teachers fault. I could have walked to the parking lot, you know." Brendon's eyes darted to the parking lot, basically empty, "It's no trouble, plus, we are going on an adventure."

My mind was beginning to wonder and pick through all the crazy places he could have in store for us as he pulled the door open for me. I nodded thankfully to him as I carefully stepped a foot in and then another, playing my bag in the back. Brendon jogged to the drivers side and started the car.

My eyes were careful to examine the surroundings, thinking of what destination he had in mind. I was a little on edge, considering Brendon and adventure doesn't usually have a good ending to it.

Ten minutes later we pulled into a car dealership, a nice one too. No used cars here.

"Brendon?" I asked, my eyes too busy not believing what they were seeing to look at him. "Yes, my lady?" He asked, parking and slinging an arm around my seat. I looked over to him, a grin placed happily on his face.

"Why are we here?" I asked, my face pruning up a bit. "Just follow me, won't you?" He asked, making the question rhetorical.

I did, I followed him into the big, windows for walls, intimidating dealership. It was filled with the same Ferraris, Porches, Mercedes, and more luxury cars that were portrayed outside. People with suits and pencil skirts walked busily by us, not minding us any attention.