"Why are you doing this to me?" My little sister Sayu yelled, sitting in the back seat of the vehicle. "That's enough, Sayu," my mother shouted, "I don't want to hear anymore." My sister started to whine, "That's not fair; Near doesn't want us to move either!" My mom looked into the rear view mirror at Linda, "Yes, but he doesn't tell me about it every five seconds."
They bickered back and forth so I decided to put on my headphones. 'I have such an annoying family.' I thought. After a while, I kept on getting lost into all these little discussions with myself, things like, what if we didn't move? Or I wonder how happy they are without me? But, all of my thoughts were lost when I notice my sister start flailing her arms around in front of me. "What do you want?" I asked. My mom answered for her, "We're here," She said.
Ijumped out of the vehicle, took a quick glance at the house and walked in. Everything in the house was white, except for upstairs. It was a light shade of blue. The upstairs had a bathroom and a bedroom; I expected this room was going to be my room. After we unpacked all our stuff I looked at the clock. It read eleven pm so I decided to go to bed.
When I woke up I didn't remember that we had moved, so I'm in sudden shock. I quickly sit up and walk to my bedroom door. I look down the hallway and still don't realize where I am. There's a big window in the hallway so I look through it. I see our vehicle and a 'For Sale' sign with a sold sticker planted dead center. I finally realize that I'm in my 'new home'. I hear something drop in the kitchen, as I run downstairs. I find my little sister trying to make pancakes; I'm all ready for school so I decide to help her.
"Want some help?" I asked
"Sure." Sayu answered quietly.
"Are you okay?"
"I guess," She whispered, "I just really didn't want to move."
I see a tear fall down her face and fall onto the stove. The stove is so hot her tear disappears automatically. I had to think about it for a little while but I finally gave her a hug.
"Don't worry. We'll have lots of fun." I give her a reassuring smile.
She knows I don't want to see her sad so she gives me a small smile back, just to tell me I can go and she'll be alright. I grab my backpack of the kitchen counter and run to the bus stop. There's a little blonde girl with pigtails. She's wearing a pink skirt, white leggings and a black shirt with a cat on it. About five long minutes later the bus arrives and the little blonde girl sits with a boy that looks around her age with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. You can tell she's trying to flirt with him but the boy just thinks she's annoying.
At the back of the bus there are three guys. Two of the three are holding hands and smiling. The other is looking off into the distance of the window, with a complete monotone look on his face. I sit on the seat in front of the creepy guy and I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head. I look out the window and the bus starts to move. I see someone running towards the bus stop.
"Stop!" I yelled.
"What is it?" she shouted back at me.
"Someone's coming."
She mumbles some words to herself that sound like 'stupid kid' or 'brat', but she stops the bus anyways.
A boy my age walks onto the bus and everyone freezes. One girl two seats in front of me finally speaks. "M-Mello, do you want to sit with me?"
"Not really." He responds.
"Bu-but, why not?" From the look on her face you can tell she's just mere seconds away from crying.
"Well, becau-"
He was suddenly cut off by one of the other guys sitting behind me.
"Dude, come sit with us."
"Yeah, sure."
As Mello walks away from the girl in tears he looks at me and winks. 'Who does he think he is winking at me while he just crushed that girl's heart?' I turn away from him with a 'humph' and I can hear him chuckling to himself. When he stops laughing I turn around and see him sitting with the mysterious guy.
Mello finds me looking at him and he smirks, I quickly turn around and blush. Some kid sitting in the seat beside me turns to me and says, "Don't be too full of yourself; you're only a new play toy." I feel my face burn up with anger so I look away from him.
I dig in my bag for my iPod; of course it's at the very bottom. I flip through my songs and finally decide on one it's not very upbeat so I slowly start to doze off forgetting where I am and all the sounds around me.
While I'm asleep I start dreaming, I'm at my old school. Everyone's happy, Matt, my best friend is talking with some preppy kid, Kristina is trying out for the cheerleading squad and I'm nowhere to be seen. What's happened, Kristina should be with Matt right now. They shouldn't be separated, we all shouldn't be separated. I should be there with them; hanging out and laughing together. Why did I have to leave?
"Wake up," someone whispered into my ear. I tried to say something but all that came out was a quiet moan. "We're at school, wake up." I slowly start to open my eyes, and realised who was whispering to me. "I'm Mello, "he says, "Are we going to go to school, or what?" I actually wake up and start to rub my eyes, "Yeah, we'd better get going."
I walk with Mello to the school; I swear it took us a half an hour, just to walk to the doors, thanks to all the girls who asked him out this weekend. The worst part is he said no to every single one of them, it makes you wonder what he has planned for this weekend. My thoughts were interrupted by Mello. "So, what class do you have right now?" I reach into my coat pocket for the sheet with my classes on it, there's only room numbers. "All it says is room 142," his eyes widen, "Science, I have that class right now too." I'm happy he does, because right now he's the closest thing I have to a friend.
When we arrive at class, the whole area is filled with talking and laughter. Until everyone notices us, it quiets down and I start hearing whispers like, 'toy' and 'how long will he last?'
All the whispers stop when two boys come into the classroom holding hands. I'm pretty sure that they're the guys from the bus that I saw, I'm not completely definite until that mysterious guy walks in. I would notice him anyone, he looks so damn creepy.
The bell rings for class and everyone sits in their seats, all of them are full so I go to the teacher's desk. "There are no more desks available," I tell him, "is there anywhere else I can sit?" The teacher glances up at me and points at a chair. "You can sit on that chair over there." I look at the rusty and broken down chair and look at him with a confused face, "you can't really expect me to sit on that do you." He looked up at me and smiled, "Yes, I do actually," he looked down at his work once again, "Hurry, we don't have all day."
I walk over to the chair and carefully sit down, it makes a loud creaking and I jump up from the chair with a yelp landing on the ground. The only person not laughing at me is Mello and his three other friends, but Mello is the one who helps me up. I can't get the words out so I mouth 'thank you' to him. Mello grabs a chair from beside the door and places it beside his desk. I take it as an invite to come sit with him so I run over to him and sit down in the chair. The laughter finally dies down and everyone starts to do their work... kind of.
Mello starts to poke me in the shoulder with a pencil, "What is it?" I ask him. "I don't get it," he replies. I look down at my paper how does he not know what to do. I shrug at him and he turns to the two boys, probably asking them how to do the question. He turns back to me and tries to explain what to do. Not really caring about what he's saying I tune him out.
I think Mello gets that I'm totally stumped, so he gives up. He starts to tap his pencil on his desk in the beat of The Simpsons theme song. He stops tapping his pencil and looks at me, "want to go out?"
I look up at him completely confused, "You don't even know my name." His starts to smile at me and his eyes widen, "if I figure it out will you go on a date with me?" I think about it for I while but finally give in. "Last name to and you have a deal," I stick my hand out to shake his, "you only have five minutes good luck." 'What a loser, no one knows my name here.' Mello gets out of his seat and walks to the front of the class. I suddenly know where he's going so I slap myself on the forehead. I'm such an idiot.
"Good morning Mr. Rester, I was just wondering if you could tell me what the new kid's full name." I could see that Mr. Rester had sighed but told him anyway, "His name is Near-" without even thinking I jumped from my seat and yelled, "Don't tell him!" Mr. Rester shot me the if-looks-could-kill glare and I sat back down. "Sorry Mello but if the student doesn't want to share his or her last name I cannot give it to you." Mello looked down at his shoes, "no big deal, thanks anyways."
Mello walked back up to the desk beside me and smiled, "So I guess I'll see you at eight Nea-"
I took this chance to cut him off, "Ha, you don't know my last name." He leaned in closer to my face, "…Rivers." I felt my whole body drop and I started to stutter, "H-how did you f-find out?" He reached into his pocket and grabbed a crimpled up piece of paper, throwing it on my desk. I couldn't really see the words but I knew completely what it was. "…An attendance sheet," Mello looks up at me and nods, "well, I guess a deal's a deal." He smiles and looks back down at his work. I get a piece of paper from my binder, write my address on it and try sliding it into his pocket. Just before I reach his pocket he grabs my hand and smirks. Right on cue the bell rings, I drop the paper onto his desk and bolt out of the classroom.
The day passes by really fast, and before I know it school is over. I can't tell if I'm nervous or mad that I have to go on this date with Mello, but I'll find out when the time comes. I walk to my house and go to my room, I don't bother mentioning that I'm hanging out with Mello later to my mom because I know she won't care. I lie down on my bed and just lay there, seconds, minutes and hours pass before I hear the doorbell ring. I look through my window and I see Mello standing in my doorway. I grab my coat and run downstairs, closing my door behind me. I look downstairs trying to find my mitts but they are nowhere to be found. I remember Mello is at my door waiting for me so I race outside.
Not paying any attention to where I'm running, I bump into Mello and we tumble over onto the grass. "I'm so sorry," I say trying my best to get off of him, but before I can he pulls me back on top of him, "You can make It up to me by staying right here." I jump up off of him with anger, "no you pervert, and I'm trying not to get molested tonight." Mello gets up off the ground brushing off his clothes with his hands. "Come on now, I'm just messing with you." Before I can argue with him my hands start to shake, "Cold?" He asks. "Only my hands I couldn't find any mitts on my way out of the house."
Mello looks at me like I'm stupid but smirks after, he takes off is right mitt and hands it to me, "here, put this on." I take his mitten from him and put it on my hand, "but my left and your right hand are still going to be cold," I say confused.
He smiles at me mischievously. "That's why we do this," He takes my hand and lock it into his, "that better." I look at him then back at our hands, "much, thanks." There was a moment of awkward silence before we walk off out of my yard and down the road. Mello takes out his iPod from his pocket and starts unravelling it with his one hand. Some things just aren't possible, but of course Mello wouldn't give up. I have to give him credit though he did end up getting it undone, although it took him a whole twenty minutes.
We arrive at a park and Mello smiles at me, "he we are." The park is broken down and old. Looks as if no one's been here for years. Mello's smile decreases when we notice a couple of guys smoking and drinking, "let's leave." He grabs my arm and tries to pull me out of the park. I try pulling away from him but he only gets a bigger grip. My last option is to yell at him, "Stop it, Mello."
The four guys look over at us and smirk, Mello's face is full of worry and fear. He starts shaking his head side to side backing away, mouthing the word no over and over again. Still smiling the guys start to walk over towards us asking if we want some alcohol or to take a drag of their cigarettes. Mello is mortified and is then frozen in place with fear. The guys are only about four meters away from us when one of them comes up and grabs me.
"Well, seems Mello found himself a new little toy," he said his breath smelling of Alcohol and smoke, "but you don't look slutty enough to make the cut, I'll have to change that.
His hand travels up my stomach, while another hand joins in on the torture and is down my pants. I feel my eyes watering while I struggle to get out of their hold. The only thing I can hear as this is happening, is the screams of Mello while the same things happen to him only ten times worse. Why didn't I just listen to him, I should have just backed away while I had the chance.
All I know now is that they're not going to stop; they'll keep doing this until they're satisfied. I try screaming some more but I know it won't help; we're at an abandoned park in the middle of nowhere. The guy covers my mouth with his to stop the screaming shoving his tongue down my throat.
He pushes me onto the ground, struggling to get my clothes off. I kick my legs as hard as I possibly can, when he pulls out a knife, putting it against my throat. I freeze up completely; he smirks at me, making his hold on my arms even stiffer.
He takes his one hand and pins both of mine above my head, he shoves three of his fingers in my face, "suck," he said plain and simple. I'm terrified; I know what is just a few minutes away from happening. I shake my head; he stomps on my leg making me scream. He shoves his three fingers in my mouth. He takes them out when they're fully covered in my saliva, I hear a car spinning around the corner and all four of them jump up from Mello and me, running who knows where. I get up on my feet, surprisingly not hurt but scarred for the rest of my life. I walk over to Mello in sobs; he's on the ground looking completely defeated. He's beaten, bruised and mortified. He looks ill and weak, taking even slower and smaller steps toward him.
I reach my hand out to grab his shoulder, he shivers, "don't hurt me, and more importantly, please, don't hurt Near." I pull Mello into a hug, "it's okay, they're gone." Mello looks at me pitifully, "I am so sorry, please forgive me," he pleaded, "I'll leave you alone and never bother you again, just please don't be mad," I shuffled closer to Mello, "what if I don't want you to leave me alone."
Mello's head shoots up as he grabs the back of my neck crashing our lips together. I put my hands behind his head as he entangles his in my snowy white hair. All these feelings and thoughts are going through my body, feelings I'd never thought I'd feel. Before I can figure them out he pulls away, breathing deeply and heavily. I freeze up realizing what had just happened, "I can't be gay," I said, "I can't this isn't good.
Mello try's to comfort me, "It'll be alright Near, and we'll get through it together." He smiles at me then hugs me for extra support. The only thought on my mind is that maybe, just maybe this can work out.