Brendon Urie Imagines.

Regret prt 4.

You might need to refresh your memory by reading back the first Regret chapter..

Thought it was time for a part 4.. booboomommy81
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Brendons Pov;

"I'll make the pain go away as soon as we get home" I mock.

She raises her brows and scoffs, turning to me, "Excuse me?"

"You are excused, doll" I roll my eyes, looking at her sternly.

"It's not my fault that you said no in the first place, Urie. So stop being jealous"

"What?" I scoff, "I'm not fucking jealous"

"Watch your tone, Mr, Urie" Mr. Joseph says, lifting a brow.

"Yeah, Urie" Dallon says, smirking.

"Shut the full cup, Dallon" I groan.

"Want a call home, Brendon?"

"I said full cup not fuck up" I growl, looking at Mr.Joseph.

"You just said it, I'm calling home" he sighs, "sorry to do this Urie"

"You know what?!" I slam my fist on the desk, standing up. "Fuck you Mr.Joseph, Y/n, and Dallon. No, I didn't forget the rest of you fuckers, well except Ryan"

Ryan looks at me, smiling then blowing a kiss my way.

"Sit down-"

With that I left the room, slamming the door behind me. I feel hot tears fall from my eyes, wiping them away with my thumb. The people from the office stopped me, holding me back.
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Y/ns Pov;

"Damn" I mumble, looking up at Dallon.

He holds me, resting his head on my shoulder. He sighs, saying nothing.

I bite my lip and watch Mr. Joseph call the office then his parents.

But why would he blow up like that?

"Hey, babe?" Dallons says, speaking up.

"Hmm?"

"What did you mean when you said, "it's not my fault you said no""

I sigh, looking down.

"What did it mean?" He asks again, lifting my chin up.

"It was 8th grade year. Me being eager, I asked him out. At the end of the school year. He said no, because I was too ugly. And now he is trying to talk to me, senior year. Why is he trying now?"

"Oh" he said simply, "I don't know but he needs to stop trying"

"Dallon, do you think I am ugly?"

"Of course not, babe. I think you are the prettiest woman to ever exist" he kisses my temple, still holding my waist. "You liked him?"

"I did" I admit, "a lot"
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Brendons Pov;

"Brendon, really?" She sighs fustratedly, "what happened?"

"I wasn't in the mood so I just blew up" I mumble, looking down.

"That doesn't give you the right to do that" she rolls her eyes, "give me your phone"

"Mo-"

"Give it now Brendon" she raises her brow, sticking her hand out.

I Sigh and hand it to her. She takes it and turns it off, sticking it in her pocket.