You Dismantle Me [4]
The next morning along with this toast that he made, Brendon was swallowing down his pride. He had the plan all ready and he was going to act on it. But, with how smart he is, he does have a pretty bad memory, so he wrote it down just in case. With the note folded in his back pocket, he threw his last piece of toast into the trash, grabbed his bag off the kitchen floor and headed out into the day.
In order for this to work correctly, he needed to get to school before the teachers were there. They watched the hallways like hawks, or maybe Brendon just felt that way. He wouldn’t be able to pull this off knowing people with higher authority could be around any corner, standing in any door way, at the other end of a camera feed.
The walk to school was quick, Brendon ran the whole time. He had never done something like this, breaking the rules is what Brendon believed they called it. He was always a goody goody. He may have had an attitude, but he followed school rules to the T. All homework handed into the teachers on the due date, perfect attendance, no chewing gum, he never carried his cell phone in his pocket or if he did it was always off.
Checking his watch on his wrist, school wouldn’t be starting for another forty minutes. There was no way anybody who was normal was here right now. Not even a janitor. Though the sub-humanoids that Brendon was hoping to be there are.
Walking around the back of the school Brendon walked through the woods taking a path created by kids that took them to the football field, and also the track. As he got closer, his heart started beating faster. It was sort of exciting.
Walking around the edge, he found the hole in the fence, that he had told the school they needed to fix because people were getting into the games without paying. Of course the school didn’t do anything. Before walking through he looked around the field hoping to find what he was looking for. And everything couldn’t have been more perfectly positioned if he wished.
Near the bleachers were a pile of bags, some gym bags, others were regular school backpacks. The closes one to him was the one he wanted. Red sort of stuck out so there was no doubt in his mind that Ryan’s bag was that one.
He took a quick look around; making sure that nobody was there. The school was right near the coast, so of course there was fog, and of course that meant Brendon couldn’t see a god damn thing. He squinted his eyes trying to see anything at all. Nothing that could be taken as the human form was in sight, so Brendon took the time to make his move.
He quickly ran through the fence and over to Ryan’s bag. Just to make sure he was looking in the right one, he pulled out the first text book he saw and opened the front cover. Reading the names of people who have used this book, he saw Ryan’s at the bottom and threw it back in. He looked through his bag for a folder containing his homework, hoping that he wasn’t the type of kid who put their homework in the specific binder. Because in reality that was a stupid idea. If you forgot that binder, you got an F for the day, and F for no homework, and it’s absolutely all your own fault. No one would believe you if you said my dog ate my binder. A dog eating my folder, now there was chance. But Brendon would never lie to a teacher like that.
Luckily for Brendon, or maybe not so lucky, Ryan was similar to him. The folder was in the front and he ripped out all of Ryan’s homework he could find. And any paper that looked like it was important. Then a thought came to his head. They aren’t going to have the same homework, half of this stuff was either done for class work or they have never done in Brendon’s class. Oh well, he was going to be left with nothing just like Brendon.
He decided on just taking the whole folder. He zipped up the bag just as he heard the sound of people yelling coming closer. Brendon knew who it was and booked it as fast as he could back to the opening in the fence. Getting through the fence in a hurry, his ark was sliced on the open wire and Brendon let out a cry, but quickly covered his mouth. He ran behind the closest tree and peaked around to see the track as best as he could with the fog.
The track team had just finished their morning run. Brendon saw some one pick up the red backpack and the red gym bag and he smirked. He looked down at the folder in his hand and patted himself on the back. The coach began to talk to them about something so Brendon took this as the time to get the hell away from there.
He ran in the direction of the school, and once there, sat down in the court yard with his backpack. He looked at his arm and saw the blood, but decided to wait to take care of it till later when he could easily get out of class. He’s never tried to get out of class before, not even for the bathroom, maybe it could be fun.
His heart stopped when he opened the folder. Oh god, this was karma trying to kick him in the ass. And kicking him in the ass it was. At the top of the page was not Ryan Ross, but Ryan Rose. Ryan Rose was one of the worst jocks in the school, and even worse one the stupidest. No wonder why none of the pages looked familiar to Brendon, they were all CP2 classes.
Brendon stared at the pages flipping through them all, and almost started crying when he landed on a page in which you had to do the math correct to know what color to color the picture. He let the folder fall from his hands and just stared at the empty space where it used to be.
“You look like you just saw an F on your paper.” And yeah, Hello karma how are you doing?
None other then Ryan Ross came walking over to the bench that Brendon was seated on. He slipped his backpack, that was not red, but a dark orange, onto the ground and placed another one in front of Brendon, which looked very similar to..
“Oh my god you brought my backpack back! I could hug you!” Brendon screamed and ripped the zipper open, but found it empty. His face dropped and he turned to Ryan for the first time. He noticed that his check was covered in a black and blue and maybe even some purple bruise. He felt so upset with himself but then remembered that his bag was empty. “Let me guess, you took all my stuff as punishment for hitting you right?”
Ryan smiled a little but it went away once he winced in pain and put his hand t his face. He looked at Brendon for a minute then opened his own bag and pulled out two books and a folder. “Actually, I felt bad so I did your homework for you.” He put the stuff down on the bench between the two of them and Brendon stared at as if it was some creature. After a few moments Ryan said, “So are we cool?”
Brendon couldn’t believe it. There had to be some sort of reason behind this. Some evil plot that Brendon just couldn’t put his finger on. Why would the kid that he punched in the face, do his homework for him? And then ask if they were cool? Maybe Ryan wasn’t as bad as Brendon thought he was…or maybe he just wants Brendon to think that.
And for once, maybe Brendon needs to stop being an asshole and thank the kid. “Yeah, we are cool now. I’m sorry about the bruise. I was out of line.”
Ryan shook his head. “No, it was my fault. I’m very touchy when it comes to what people say about my looks. Low self-esteem I guess.” Ryan shrugged.
Brendon would never imagine that Ryan had a self-esteem issue. He seemed very confident when he walked, when he talked, and the way his eyes just sort of looked through your soul. “I’m sorry.” Was all Brendon could say. And he wanted to make it up to him.
“Seriously it’s okay. We both acted like buffoons. We both insulted our looks, our attitudes, and frankly we insulted ourselves by doing that.”
Brendon looked at Ryan for a minute and saw that he was being sincere. Maybe if he wasn’t so quick to judge him when they met only 4 hours ago, he would have seen it earlier and this could all have been avoided. Now it was time for Brendon to make it up to Ryan. He was trying to play fair and Brendon was just trying to push him down. Ryan did his homework, and Brendon knew Ryan wouldn’t accept an offer to do his homework. But He did have an idea….
“Hey Ryan would you….”
A. "...hang around after school and we can start working on the plan for the competition and I'll order some pizza"
or
B: "...go to the arcade and I'll pay."
A/N: So I gave you two choices, neither are bad (one is kind of obvious that you'll pick) and this is MY punishment for taking FOREVER on this chapter. My life as of late has been chaotic to say the least so I decided to rewrite this chapter with them ending as sort of friends. I'm so sorry this took like 3 weeks. Hope you are all still there . And the chapter is short, but it's just me being a lousy person and wanting this to get written for you guys. So sorry about that too. Comments = love btw.