"Ryan Ross, no phones in class!"

That was the sentence that lead to Ryan trudging down the school halls, after classes, to find the room he had been assigned detention to. He looked down as he walked, trying to avoid eye contact with all the laughing students that hurried past him.

He didn't really want people to know that he was on his way to detention. He had never even been to detention before. Ryan was the type of student that stayed quiet, in the back of the class, trying not to draw attention to himself.

Today, however, he hadn't been able to live up to his usual plan.

There was a substitute teacher in his English class, where Ryan had a seat right next to the back corner. He listened during the short lesson, but was finished with the assignment in hardly any time at all. The class was still working and the teacher was distracted, leaving Ryan bored.

He sat staring at the wall clock for five minutes before he leaned back in his seat. There was a rule about no phones, but it wasn't like the substitute was paying much attention. He slid the small device out of his pocket and clicked it on.

He aimlessly clicked through apps, until he found himself on Snapchat. He grinned as his face popped up onscreen. He slid his thumb across the filters until he ended up on the puppy nose and ears. He opened his mouth, releasing the tongue. Unfortunately, the sound wasn't turned down.

The animated sound of the tongue's slurp echoed around the room. Ryan froze as the substitute looked up, somehow narrowing her sights on him.

"Ryan Ross, no phones in class!"

Now, Ryan found himself looking at the detention room's door. He sighed, reaching up to tug at the straps on his backpack. What even was detention? He had only ever seen the television depictions.

"Move it or loose it." A bored tone filled Ryan's ears before he was shoved to the side.

Ryan stumbled before regaining his footing and looking at the boy that had shoved him. It was a skinny boy with dark, quiffed hair. His long lips were pressed into a smirk as he pulled the door open and slipped inside.

Ryan frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. He had a slight idea of why that kid was in detention for... Being rude.

He stepped back in front of the door. He really didn't want to go inside... At the same time, however, he didn't want more trouble than he already had.

"It's just one time..." He whispered to himself before grabbing hold of the knob. He turned it, pushed the door open, and looked around, sheepishly.

Students were scattered in desks all around the room. A blond girl was right next to the door, head down on the desk as she apparently slept. Two rows back from her, a boy with ink drawings all over his arms appeared to be attempting to touch the tip of his nose with his tongue. Down the row from him, a boy with a large nose and partially dyed hair was leaning back in his chair, looking at the ceiling. In the very back of the room was the boy that had shoved Ryan to the side. He had his feet kicked up on the desk in front of him while he crossed his arms over his chest.

Ryan hesitated at where he wanted to sit. He liked being in the back of the room, but he didn't particularly want to be that close to that rude boy.

"Pick a seat or I pick it for you."

Ryan jumped at the unexpected voice from the front of the room. He turned to see a dark haired teacher with a bored expression.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr..."

"Howell." The teacher replied, pointing to the back of the room. "Hurry back there so we can get this extra hour and a half over with."

Ryan bit his lip with a nod. He turned to the rows of seats and began walking between them. None of the other students seemed to care about his presence, except for the boy that had shoved him. That boy raised an eyebrow at Ryan as he sat a few seats away.

"Refreshing to see a new face." He muttered with a shrug, turning back to the front of the classroom.

Only one or two more students trickled in, but Ryan couldn't be sure. He was looking down at his hands on his lap. He just wanted this over with. He would rather be at home than at the school he had just spent seven hours at.

"Alright, time is on." Mr. Howell sighed, kicking his feet up onto his desk. A second later, however, he lifted his legs off the desk and lowered them to the floor. He looked over to the door with a grin, "Don't set anything on fire while I'm outside." With that, he stood and left.

The students scattered around the room didn't seem to care much about the teachers absence. One of the students that walked in after Ryan simply put earbuds in his ears before putting his head down on the desk.

Ryan looked up at the clock, watching it slowly count down the remaining time left in the extra period. Every second seemed like hours as he felt himself getting more and more anxious over what could happen when he went home after this. He was supposed to be a good student; what would his family think of him earning detention?

"This your first rodeo or what?"

Ryan turned to the boy that had shoved him. He was still in his same position, except that he was curiously looking Ryan over.

"Relax kid, it's just detention." He chuckled. He jerked his head up, just slightly. "Name's Urie."

"Ross?" Ryan spoke his response as a question, assuming that 'Urie' was the other boy's last name.

The Urie boy nodded. "Cool. So, what did you do to get here?" He asked before yawning.

"Phone in class..." Ryan replied, nervously.

The other boy snorted, a grin growing on his face. "What a rebel."

"Well, what did you do?" Ryan asked.

The other boy clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before answering. "Graffiti and attempted arson."

"Attempted arson!?"

"They couldn't prove it." The darker haired boy winked.

Ryan heard himself laugh nervously. He was going to get killed. This is where he was going to die.

Ryan shook his head. This was detention, not prison. He had to keep reminding himself of the simple fact, but his brain refused to catch on.

"You look like you're gunna pass out!" Urie laughed, "Don't panic! Howell probably won't be back anytime soon." He stuck his tongue out between his teeth. "That's why I'm out."

Ryan raised his eyebrow. "He's probably right outside the door." Ryan said, flickering his eyes to said spot.

Urie shrugged. "There's a thing called a window. I'm just waiting for the signal."

"Bu-but won't you get in even more trouble?" Ryan asked, shuffling in his seat to face Brendon.

Another shrug. "When am I not in more trouble?"

Ryan looked at him in awe. How could he stand constant trouble? Didn't he care about his reputation?

Ryan couldn't reply with anything, however, because there was a tapping on the window next to the other boy. He grinned, pulling his feet down from the desk and uncrossing his arms.

"Nice meeting you, Ross." He said as he popped to his feet. He hurried over to the window, eagerly pushing it open. He jumped up, hanging onto the upper ledge and swinging most of his lower body out of the window before stopping. He tilted his head back to look at Ryan with an upside down, lopsided grin.

"Wanna ditch this scene?" He asked.

Ryan looked back at Urie with wide eyes. First he got detention, and now he was being offered to ditch? What was his life becoming in just one day!?

"I-I shouldn't..." Ryan shook his head, "I'm gunna be in so much trouble already..."

Urie rolled his eyes. "You'll learn, Ross. It feels so good to be bad." He winked before letting himself drop from the window.

Ryan got up from his chair to hurry over to the window. He looked out, watching the Urie guy high fiving a guy in a leather jacket with stubble on his face. They were running across the field, on the way to freedom from this short prison sentence.

Ryan shuffled back over to his seat, but kept his eyes on the window. He was so tempted to jump out as well, leaving this behind. However, the fear of punishment was too strong in his mind.

He shook his head, placing his arms on his desk to rest on and hide his head. He could wait it out. It wouldn't be too bad from here on, right?..