SUMMARY: Mail Jeevas is a famously wealthy boy, forced to go to Catholic school after witnessing the brutal murder of his entire world. Mihael Keehl is a relatively poor boy, forced into witness protection after a horrific night that destroyed everything he loved, he ends up at the same school. How will both boys, emotionally scarred as they are, cope, when they find themselves roommates, forced to lie to each other? How about when they fall in love?
Okay. A new one I guess. I'm not quite sure what I was thinking when I wrote this, but my friend told me to upload it, so I did. :D
This story was named by my friend, Laura. She's badass...but her naming skills leave a lot to be desired.
Now, my friend, Azahlea, told me to upload this, but be warned! In her own [exact] words: "Matt's a bit of a flamer, isn't he?"
Yes, Aza, hes he is. xD
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Matt or Mello. I wish I did. I also don't own Catholic School, but I do go to one... [kill me. xD]
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This sucks, I thought to myself, tugging at the navy uniform in disgust.
Why did I send myself here? Oh. Right. Good question.
Anybody got the answer? No? Didn't think so.
I am here, in this hell-hole, because my incredibly wealthy, newly deceased grandfather thought it would be great to write a clause in his will.
A clause stating that unless I graduated from the ultra-elite Quillish Wammy College Preparatory Boarding school, I get zip. Nilch. Nada. Zero dollaros.
Don't get the situation wrong, I'm not especially greedy, but my grandfather had been my sole living relative.
According to the judge, it was here, with full-paid tuition, or an orphanage.
I didn't think twice.
I might've if I'd seen the uniform beforehand.
The boarding school was in upstate New York, not far from the city.
That didn't make it any better.
I was going into my sophomore year, stuck in the middle of nowhere, at the preppiest school on the fucking planet.
I am not preppy.
I glanced at myself in the full length mirror. Ew.
My dark hair hung down, almost to my shoulders in a shaggy mane. Threaded with copper highlights, it was probably my best feature…besides my eyes…
They were bright green, fluorescent, if you will. They were the type of orbs that made people stop and stare as I walked by.
Sometimes they unnerved people. I use that to my advantage.
They were beautiful, and I hate them. I hated the color green, not for it, but because my mother had loved it. She'd absolutely adored anything green, she'd been an amazing woman, yet now she was in England.
Six feet under.
Just like my father, my grandmother, my aunt, my baby sister, and now, my grandfather too.
I am the only Jeevas left, the sole heir to the fortune.
The fortune the thieves had been after when they'd killed my family. When they'd found out the money was all in the bank, they burned the house. I had gotten out alive, and had gone to America, to live with grandfather.
I am fifteen, and I had a net worth of well over several million dollars, and I hadn't even received my inheritance yet.
So no, I had no need to be greedy. I could care less about the cash, but…
Okay. I might as well come out and think it.
Mail Jeevas is gay.
I am gay.
And I'd heard all sorts of stories about what happened to gay boys in orphanages! So this had to be better than…that.
…But then again…these uniforms were pretty torturous for a gay boy too.
They masked my…everything. The pants were too loose, the shirt too baggy…
I groaned, tearing off my uniform shirt and pulling on a striped hoodie, and a pair of black jeans.
Better.
Wait. Why couldn't I go to class dressed like this? It's not like they'd kick me out. When I graduate, the school could expect a generous donation from my dead grandfather, via the stupid piece-of-shit paper that sent me here. Only after I graduated.
So they couldn't kick me out! If they did, they'd never get the funds for their new library, or theater, or field, or whatever the fuck they planned to use the money for.
It's not like I'm a perfect student, well…I could be a perfect student, I've received the Jeevas brains, just…not the Jeevas motivation.
A.K.A. I don't give a flying fuck about anything, much less school.
Which was why I'd skipped my first day.
Technically, I should be in math class. Why bother?
There was no reason for me to go to class, it's not like anyone would care.
The school couldn't kick me out, and I highly doubt that the students would be able to make the connection between Mail Jeevas, the millionaire son of the Jeevas corporate empire, the boy who could bathe in money, and still have some left over to buy himself a mega-yacht, and Matt Jeevas, the averagely wealthy boy, at this elite boarding school.
That's who I am now. Matt. Average name, slightly above average boy.
I know that I'm relatively attractive. My family was known for it, just like they were known for wealth, power…and red hair.
I caught myself as I fingered his brown locks sullenly. They weren't half as good looking as they were red. I'd forced them to leave some red. Thus, the highlights.
They'd made me change my looks. They'd hushed up the will, the death, everything.
No one knows where I am. Like some fucked up witness protection program…just…without the witness part.
They only know that I'll come to take over the company when I turn eighteen.
Until then, my half-grand uncle would care for the company in my place.
And I was told to stay inconspicuous. Mail was told to be Matt.
It's not like I act rich.
I refused to give up my last name. It's all I had to hold on to.
It would just look like a coincidence anyway, me having the same last name as the Jeevas's.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Matt Jeevas! Open the door this instant, young man!" A voice called shrilly.
Great. Now I'd get in trouble for ditching. Whatever. I could always bribe her.
I flung open the door, trying to look as exasperated and powerful as I possibly could from my short stature, "Yes, Miss?"
Then I froze. The nun at the door [Oh, did I forget to mention? This isn't just a boarding school; this is a Catholic boarding school. Joy.] was glaring, not at me, but at the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.
I must've looked like an idiot, as I stared at him, slack-jawed.
He was glowing he looked like fire and ice, skin like cream, hair like the sun. He was slight of build, and feminine looking, but he was so obviously a male.
I wanted him.
I also wanted to know why he was being held by the ear.
"Uhm…Miss…I don't mean to sound disrespectful, but you do realize there is an ear attached to your hand, right?" I ventured.
And then I froze, as the most delicious sound in the world pealed around me.
He laughed.
The god-like boy had laughed at something I'd said.
I tried to make eye contact, but the second Miss bitchy-nun-lady started talking, he glared up at her, anger practically radiating in heat waves off of his skin.
Truthfully, it was slightly frightening. I tried to resist the urge to step back.
"Of course I realize that! This young hooligan already got in a fight with his old roommate, your room in the only single room left that is large enough to fit two people, so…blah blah blah…"
Of course my room was big. I'd paid a generous amount to make it so…but if the angel was staying in my room, I could care less about being left alone.
"Either way, he'll be staying with you. He's a scholarship student, but that makes him just as important as you, so treat him kindly. I'll leave you to settle in." With that, she flung him (by the ear) into the room, where he crashed into the empty bed.
"So, angel, who kicked you out, why would they want to, and how can I thank them?"
The beauty looked at me quizzically, and I blushed, realizing that I'd said that out loud.
Oops.
Whatever. I'll just play it cool.
"Helloooo?" I waved my hand in front of his face, "anybody home?"
"Oh. Uh…Right.." He stuttered, "Uhm…what?"
"Why were you so cruelly dislocated from your old room?"
"My roommate's a fucking dick."
"And…?"
"And he'somofobk"
"What?" He looked like a nervous kitten, adorable.
"I said he's a fucking homophobe, dick. Do you have a problem too?" The fierce kitten stood, clenching his fists.
I had to laugh. He was even smaller than me.
"Don't laugh at—"
I cut him off with a hand to his lips. I couldn't help it. He just looked so vulnerable, as though he thought I'd attack him.
He froze.
"Hun, no worries. I'm not exactly as straight as a rainbow either."
His eyes grew wide.
"You're…Gay?" He asked.
"What?" I asked, "you thought you were the only one? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but if you were the only gay boy on this planet, you'd find yourself feeling terribly alone."
"No! That's not what I—I mean, I was just---I didn't mean to---"
Freeze frame. This boy is fucking adorable when he blushes. Thought I'd point it out.
"Calm yourself. I was kidding."
"Oh."
"You can take that bed," I told him, pointing across the small dorm to the empty bed, "I've already made my bed, and I hate being close to the window."
Funny joke. My bed looked as though a zombie slept there for a week or two.
I might as well be considered a zombie; I was as active as one.
It was all about my bed, a bag of chips, a cigarette, and my x box.
Either way, I can't sleep near the window.
Then the sun wakes me up, and I can't sleep through class.
"Oh…Okay."
Why'd angel boy look so upset? He was living with me, Mail Jeevas.
I stifled the urge to [politely] inform him of the fact that I could buy him a fucking palace.
I could buy him.
With a jolt, I realized that I didn't know his name. We were roommates, I thought to myself, indignantly. He didn't know mine. Well…he'd never know mine, but he'd at least know what to call me.
"Anywhosits, I'm Matt. Matt Jeevas. What's your name?"
"Mih—Mello."
"Mihmello?"
"Mello. Sorry." The boy…Mello…looked suddenly nervous, as he paused from making his bed, looking up at me with a slight glare, "Don't you dare make fun of it."
"Your name?"
"Yeah."
"Never!" I gasped, "It's adorable! Like…a marshmallow!"
He turned back to making his bed. Under his breath, I thought I heard him mumble something.
"What was that?"
"I said, shoot me."
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Okay. Please review, and tell me if it's worth continuing.
If I do, the next chapter will probably be in Mello's POV. :D
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