Chapter Two: Class
After I ran into Ice I realized doing what Mello wanted me to do may not be so hard. Still it didn't seem right. I sighed and walked out the back door. The people here are such morons. Some how they have never found the packs of cigarettes that I hide out here. I was outside for hours, or at least it felt like it. The more I thought about Ice, the worse I felt about the agreement.
Walking into my room I saw Near and Mello making out on Mello's bed. I kicked Mello watching him slowly (probably intentionally) pull away from Near. Near gave Mello a quick kiss then left.
"For the love of god, Mello! If you two are going to do that then at least lock the door! Then I can just sleep in one of the empty rooms!" Mello smirked.
"If you're going to take 'walks' don't come back smelling like an ashtray. By the way, ya still have a cig in your hand." Somehow I had forgotten about a lit cigarette in my hand. I must be really tired. Stamping it out in the ashtray I muttered 'sorry.' I slumped down on my bed and rubbed my temples. Mello stared at me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I just shook my head dismissively. He grabbed my shoulder with a violent tug.
"I've never seen you look like this if something isn't up, so just tell me what the hell is going on!"
"It's, it's nothing OK? Just drop it," I said angrily. Mello stared at me a little longer, and then gave up.
I groaned and sat up to look at the scrawny white haired boy in the room.
"Must you be an alarm clock Near? It's starting to get on my nerves," Mello stated. He cocked his head to the side and smiled. I looked at both of them and groaned again. Mello kicked me.
"Class. Get up. NOW."
"OK, OK, God."
"Y'know you've known me long enough that you don't have to call me God." I flipped him the bird and got dressed.
History is the most boring class ever, but of coarse we have to take it. It was even worse that this class starts us off in the day. I sat with Mello and Near in the grouping of desks. And Ice sat just a few desks over. Her large black eyes shot over to me and I held her gaze.
"Matt!" Mello whispered furiously. "What'cha staring at?" He glanced over my shoulder and smiled widely. "Looks like you already started the job."
I frowned at him. "You really don't need to call it a 'job.'"
"I said the job not a job," Mello smirked. My frown deepened at him.
"Technically that is what he said," Near said quietly. The bell rang.
"See ya after class."
"Wait where're you going?" I pulled the pack of cigarettes partially out of my pocket.
"Oh,"
I leaned against the back wall.
"Damn it, Mello. I really don't want to do this right now," I said speaking to myself. I pulled out the lighter and flicked it. Suddenly I had a feeling of eyes on me. I spun around to see the petite girl. I pulled the cigarette out of my mouth.
"What are you doing here?"
"Same as you," Ice said, "ditching class."
I smiled lightly. "In case you didn't notice that's not exactly what I'm doing." Her icy eyes stared at me.
"Don't worry I'm not going to tell anyone. There really would be no way for me to benefit from that."
"Thanks." We stood in silence for a moment. This gave me a chance to scan over her. The first thing I noticed was how little her clothing covered, which surprised me. It was just starting to get cold before winter, not to mention windy.
"So, Matt, you're one of the top students here huh?"
"Uh, yeah. You do know this place sucks though right?" I said as more of a statement.
"It's just a place to dump 'intellectually advanced' orphans. Which to say the least means that everyone here has been traumatized by whatever 'accident' caused them to lose their parents." Again her black eyes locked on mine.
"How did you lose your parents?" she said taking a step closer.
"I was eight and my parents were both a bit...depressed about it all. My dad's business failed and my mom failed with him," I struggled to choke back tears, "they left me all alone with no other family. I ended up here needless to say."
"Oh, I see. So you were saying that everyone here is traumatized, how would you know that?" For a moment I thought she was just making fun of me but I saw the curiosity in her eyes.
"As I said, everyone is an orphan. And everyone here knew their parents for at least a little bit," I said. "Only someone cold and unfeeling wouldn't react in shock or horror to their parents' death."
"I didn't care when mine died."
"Oh sorry."
"Don't be!" she said sharply. "No one can be sorry for who someone else is. You don't have to fake it. I find it extremely irritating." Again that saying from her. That's the third time I've heard it in the last 24 hours.
"What is that, your catch phrase or something?" She began to open her mouth to speak, when the door swung open and hit her in the back. Ice's small body fell forward, hit me and we both ended up on the ground. Again she ends up on top of me. Do things just repeat with this girl? I looked at her face; she seemed to be blushing immensely. I realized that somewhere in the process of falling and landing on me that her short skirt had flipped up to reveal her underwear, and my hand was dangerously close to her ass.
Suddenly Mr. Jones, our science teacher, roared, "What are you doing out here!" It hit us both at the same time that the position we were in was highly suggestive especially to a retarded teacher. We both stood up.
"Nothing," Ice spoke coldly. He grabbed us both by the hoods of our jackets.
"You two are going directly to Roger!"
After classes and detention ended Mello caught up with me.
"Why were ya in detention? Didn't get caught smoking did ya?"
"No, Mello. Uh, I'll catch you up later."
