Disclaimer: Death Note isn't mine. I don't have the attention span.
AN: I like High School AUs, don't I? ....:D
Freak
What they call me at school.
Freak
What they call me at home.
Freak
What I see in the mirror everyday.
Freak
What's written on my leg.
Freak
Written by blood.
By a blade
By my own hand
Freak
I am a freak
And I like it.
"Mihael Keehl to the office for a moment," a voice over the loudspeaker instructed.
"Okay," my homeroom teacher (More like adviser), Mr. Touta (First name Matsuda), said.
So I got up and headed to the office. Of course, one of the football jocks, Aiber (Not his real name. Don't know or care what it is), tried to trip me. I rolled my eyes and stepped over his foot. My cousin (And his girlfriend) Wedy rolled her eyes and cast me a sympathetic smile. At least someone was on my side.
And now comes my 2-minute walk to the office. I got shoved against a locker and called some names by some other bonehead jock.
I finally reached the office, probably with a developing black eye.
"I was called here," I blandly stated, getting the attention of the secretary, Sachiko Yagami.
"Oh, Mihael," she said, "Could you show our new student Mail around?"
"Sure."
She waved someone over and Mail rounded the corner.
He had red (not orange, RED) hair that pretty much covered his eyes, so it was hard to tell what color they are (green, by the way). His outfit consisted of black and white, his shirt was alternating stripes of the two and he had plain black skinny jeans. Even his shoes were black. We seemed about the same height, but he was thinner.
And I think I just checked him out.
…Awkward…
Luckily the bell rang.
"You two have the same schedule," Mrs. Yagami said, shoving said schedule into Mail's hand, "Go to your fist period class."
We listened to her and started heading towards the class.
Well, this is an awkward silence.
1…2…3…
"Giant polar bears!" I yelled, causing some heads to turn.
"What the fuck!?" Matt yelled.
"It's an ice breaker," I shrugged, "Call me Mello."
"I go by Matt."
"Why do you hate your name?"
"Who said that?"
"Your real name is short, so you don't need a nickname, yet you don't go by it."
"Nice deductive reasoning," I inwardly smiled, "I was teased because of my name."
"How'd you pick up the name Matt?"
"Middle name. What about your name? Is it just a nickname or do you hate it?"
"A bit of both."
"Why do you hate it?"
"I just do."
"I guess I'm not going to push you to tell me."
"Thanks."
1…2…3…
Wow, most people would have –
"Fuck," Matt said, "Now I'm curious."
- contradicted themselves by now…
"And I just contradicted myself," Matt pointed out the obvious.
"That you did, master of the obvious."
Matt rolled his eyes (which was hard to see, because of his hair).
At that moment, Aiber walked by and coughed.
Excuse me, "coughed".
"Faggot," that would be Aiber.
I flipped him off and Matt rolled his eyes again.
"He's real cool," Matt said. I could just hear the sarcasm dripping off his voice, "So why do you not go by your real name?"
"You're contradicting yourself again," I pointed out.
"I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself."
I giggled (yes, GIGGLED) and entered my first period class – pre-calculus. Yes, I'm only a Junior and in pre-calculus. I'm one of 2 (well, now 3) people in the school with that honor. I may not look it, but I'm the 3rd smartest in the school and 2nd smartest in my grade. Matt must be pretty smart too 'cause we're in all the same classes and schedules at this school are set up by smarts.
Which also means that I'm in all the same classes (escept P.E. and French) with that big-headed twit Near (Real name: Nate River). Sure, we're sort of friends, but there's an unspoken rivalry between us for the top spot. And I think he likes me. Ugh.
I guess I have to explain now.
Near is bi (he probably didn't know what that meant until after he realized it). As you can tell through subtle hints, I'm gay. My friends L and Light are gay, too. Beyond and Misa are bi. Takada is a lesbian (basically (she only likes anime men)). Mikami is questioning. The only straight ones are No (He doesn't have a real name, so he goes by that) and Helena. I have my doubts about Helena, though.
But back to the story.
I sat down behind Near and Matt sat next to me. Near turned and looked a me with a look that read, 'Who the fuck is this douche?'. Uh…actually it would probably be more, 'Excuse me, Mello, but who is your new friend?'
"Matt," the redhead stopped daydreaming and looked at me, "This is Near. Near, this is Matt."
"I am pleased to make your acquaintince," Near (who else talks like that?) said.
"Me too," Matt replied.
They shook hands.
The teacher, Mr. Ide Hideki, strolled into the room 5 minutes late. He started the (extremely boring) lesson after 3 minutes of trying to shut up the class.
"Personally," I interrupted Light and Misa's debate on who was the hottest Jonas brother, "I think they all are overrated, need new pants, and have caterpillar eyebrows."
"Mello," Light said, "You only were skinny jeans, too."
"But it fits my stereotype."
"True."
"But the Jonas Brothers are hot!" Misa whined.
"Neither of you should be talking about this," Beyond said, joining the conversation, "You two both have boy/girlfriends."
Misa smiled, "But it's true."
"I'm sure L wouldn't mind," Light said.
"I wouldn't mind what, Light-kun?" L asked, popping out of nowhere.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Beyond asked his twin (yes, twin. They had different last names, but they were twins).
"Our mother," L replied coolly and sat next to his boyfriend (in case you're a dumbass and can't tell, that's Light.)
I saw Matt wandering around, looking for me. I stood up and waved him over, but Aiber and a few of his buddies found him first. I got out of my chair, and walked towards them. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but I could tell by Matt's body language that it wasn't good. Luckily, I got there before the situation turned violent.
I tapped Aiber on the shoulder. He turned around and smirked.
"So you've come to rescue your princess?" he asked in the jerky way jocks talk.
"Listen," I started, "I'm tired, have a headache, haven't taken my medication, have serious blackmail on you, and just don't feel like dealing with your bullshit, so if you don't feel like getting your skull bashed in, then I suggest you leave."
I guess I had used my death glare, too, because the bastards backed off.
"You okay?" I asked Matt.
"Yeah," he replied, but his eyes said otherwise.
"What did they say to you?"
"Oh, just the normal insults: faggot, fairy, pansy, etc."
"Eh, you'll get used to it. C'mon, let's go join my table."
He smiled and I think my heart jumped. What the fuck?!
"Hey guys," I got the groups attention (they were having another debate), "This is Matt. Matt, say hi."
"Hi?" Matt said.
"Say hi to Matt everybody!"
"Hi to Matt everybody!," L and Light said.
Everyone else said 'hi' normally. Beyond nodded in his direction before resuming his conversation with Near. I sat down and motioned to the seat next to me. Matt sat down and we joined in on L and Light's conversation. Matt seemed to get along with them, and I was happy. Wait, what? I'm happy? For Matt? What? .....He looked so much like a lost puppy......maybe I'm just glad he seems comfortable. Yeah, that must be it.
"I don't see the point," Matt told me, "Why make us translate sentances we'll never say?"
"Are you saing that because you believe in the statement," I asked slyly, "Or because you can't do the work."
"Because I believe in the statement. For example: Je mange du poulet et de riz."
"Yeah. I don't get it either. But I just to the work to retain my grades."
"I retain my grades without having to do the work...."
He seemed thoughtful and started to zone out. I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
"Earth to Mail."
"Huh? What?"
"Your expression's priceless!" I giggled (shut up).
He pouted and mock glared at me.
"Shut up."
I smiled and giggled (SHUT UP!!!!) yet again. He looked too cute (like in a little kid way, don't get any ideas) with puppy dog eyes.
"Fags," someone coughed and I rolled my eyes. Matt glanced down at his desk.
The bell rang and we stood up immediately.
We were about to part ways when I decided to go out on a limb. I turned around and caught up with his retreating figure (he apparently lived within walking distance).
"Hey Matt."
He practically jumped.
"Holy shi - oh, it's only you."
"Only me?" I asked teasingly.
"You scared the fuck out of me."
"Too bad for your fuck then."
"What's up?"
"You wanna come over sometime?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Uh...when?"
"Is today good?"
"Um, okay?"
"See if you can come over. Try to be at my house at three."
"Uh...I don't know where you live."
I took out a sharpie and grabbed his hand. I wrote my address on it.
"Here's my address," I dropped his hand, "Google it."
"Uh...ok?"
I turned around and stalked away.
