Chapter two
The two teens quickly found themselves tip toeing into the science lab. It was surprisingly unlocked and no one was present in there. Guess even the science teacher got the day off. Lucky bitch.
''there it is'' Near tottered to the teacher's desk. On the corner was the plant.
''hurry up'' I called from the door, pulling out a bar to munch on whilst Near took a cluster. I found it incredible odd that it wasn't locked; any sane person would have locked a science room, remember Beyond. So me being a little more paranoid than Near was kinda show.
''what's taking so long?''
I briskly made my way over to Near, the twit was still trying to tie the mistletoe together. I watched as he thumbled helplessly with it. The kid couldn't even tie a simple knot, let alone figure out how to tie his own shoes; wait does he even wear shoes?
''*tis* you're so hopeless!'' I hissed impatiently, snatching the reef from him. It's a known fact that he is tragically hopeless at the simplest tasks; it annoys me that he has to be babied by everyone, even Roger. For crying out loud how old is this kid, really!
''Mello, your tying it too tight'' Near's small voice chide ''the reef might die''
''shut up. I know what I'm doing'' I barked continuing with the knot. I knew what I was doing, the stupid plant won't die.
''There, done.''
I threw it back at him. It wasn't too tight or too loose, nothing to worry about. Near scanned over the thing, like he was searching for any slightest imperfection. I rolled my eyes in irony.
''come on- before a teacher comes'' I said, looking around as anxiety started to rise in me.
''Mello...'' I hear him coo my name sweetly.
I looked back at him a little frustrated. ''wha-''
And when I did, I was met with an owlish stare. His eyes seeming to borrow into me from under his bangs. I couldn't pull my eyes away from his; what's wrong with me? It was like I was a stone statue, being forced to stay in that position for the rest of time.
I became all chocked up; I couldn't manage to say a word. A hot irritated feeling began to carve at the back of my throat. The air had mysteriously become thin; it was hard to breath.
Why, why does he make me feel like this? Always him, no one else could make me feel so agitated, no one could bring a fluster to my face as fast as he could...why?
At this point I couldn't think straight and what happened next...was...
''Mello?- what does it mean to hold it like this?''
Near innocently rose his hand up, holding the reef as far as he could over our heads; peering deep into my face, till we were just inches away.
He knew damn well what it meant and what he was evoking with it...
