Brendon Urie Imagines.

Regret. prt 3

Dallons pov;

Forehead seems to be stealing my girl. They have been inseparable lately. Eating lunch together, walking each other to class. It feels like I'm third wheeling in our relationship...

"It looks like your girlfriend got a new fuck buddy" he smirks, nudging me.

"Oh shut up" I smack his head and look at the two mixing chemicals in a flask.

"Beat his ass" Spencer grins, flexing his muscles.

"I might have too" I smirk.
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"okay, bye Bren" she laughs and makes her way towards me.

"Y/n, baby. I missed you" I kiss her soft lips.

"I've only been gone for five minutes" she smiles.

"Feels like forever" I murmur.

"Is someone jealous? " She smirks.

"You act like as if he is your boyfriend " I roll my eyes and fold my arms.

"Dallon, honey, he is just a friend. You're always going to be my number one" she plants a little kiss on my cheek and walks off to her third hour.

I see forehead by the vending machines so I make my way to him.

"Hey"

"Oh, hey" he smiles as he holds his little bag of chips.

I slap the bag out of his hands and glare at him.

"I don't want you talking to my girlfriend, got that?" I push him against the wall, holding him by his collar.

"B-but I don't even like her" he squints.

I sigh and throw him on the ground, "stay in your lane boy"

He nods and gets up. He picks up his bag of chips and runs to his class.

"Pussy" I mumble.
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Y/n's Pov;

"Bren" I furrow my brows and look outside, "he what?"

"He told me not to talk to you"

"Don't be silly. Dallon would never say anything like that. He wouldn't hurt a fly" I laugh.

"I'm serious"

"Bye bren" I hang up and laugh.

I dial Dallons number and call him to confirm this.

"Hello?"

"Babe, did you tell Brendon that he couldn't talk to me"

"Of course I didnt. Why would I?  You know I wouldn't hurt a single fly"

"I know babe, just asking" I smile.
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Dallons pov;

"You're going to pay for this" I spit.

"I-i"

"I what? Fag" I cross my arms and pace around the room.

"You can't tell me who I can and cannot fucking talk too"

"Bet" I raise a brow.

"Okay bet"

With that I hang up. I go to the restroom and do my night routine. When I get back, I take my shirt off. Just leaving me in my basketball shorts.

I hop onto my bed and tuck myself in. I close my eyes slowly and think about the moves I'm going to use on that dork.
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"Didn't I tell you too fuck off?" I raise a brow, popping my nuckles.