Chapter 3

A loud peeping sound marked the end of their shift. The last box was closed with the tape and put away just a few seconds after. The brunette closed his eyes for a second and let out a faint sigh. Most people got used to the announcing noise, yet the twenty year old simply couldn't stand it. There had been something very irritating about its way of interrupting his philosophical thoughts concerning the misery he lived in. His chubby colleague Derek had invited him to a party this evening, to which he left him in the vague assumptions of a maybe. Not because he was trying to be nice, but because he genuinely preferred the other option, in hope that something far more interesting would occur so that he'd have to avoid the party. Sadly, this almost never happened.

As Matt began to take off his uniform shirt and change into some more comfortable clothes, his phone rang. Slightly irked by the vibration, yet strangely calmed by the Moonlight Sonata as his ringtone, he stood shirtless for a while to answer the call.

"Who is this?" he more or less demanded in silky deep voice. "Mail? We wanted to check on you." Matt grit his teeth at the use of his real name. A few of the female workers stared and giggled when they caught a glance at Matt's fit torso. Rolling his eyes, he turned his back to them, which only served to please the very few gay workers there. "Why so?" he continued. The brunette hated unnecessary calls or text messages. "Well, you haven't contacted us in almost three months, Mail and we th-" At this point Matt had to interrupt his aunt. "Look, Karen, I'm kind of busy right now. I'll call you later." He pondered if she'd be disappointed with him, but even so, the young man couldn't have cared less about that. People really didn't matter in this world. Those who did became crazy or died too soon. Life was terrible, one way or the other.

The brunette put his phone back into his jean pocket, and put on the black tank top with the green hood shirt on top. Girls stopped giggling and guys stopped staring. Matt grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Exams would be held the next week, for which he hadn't studied the least bit yet. On his way out he was contemplating if he should go to the game shop nearby and look for a new video game to play, but he disliked the idea. The library hadn't been an option either, seeing as he dead almost every book they had already. Besides, he wasn't up for any reading on a Thursday night.

Wind tickled his brown fringe, which naturally had a unique tone. Many girls and even some guys found him rather attractive. Matt wouldn't consider himself extremely attractive, but it was true that he cared about his appearance probably more than some other guys did. Locker rooms were especially disgusting with those air heads of male population. It was such a shame. He had dated quite a few girls so far who couldn't pique his interest for longer than 4 days. Over the years Matt earned himself a rather stupid reputation of the school's "heart breaker". The term itself annoyed him to no end, because hearts could not be broken. Love was a silly game the human mind confused with lust.

Burying his hands deep in his pockets, he tried to shelter himself from the falling snow. Weather like this really wasn't something Matt had particularly been keen on, but then again he loved the cold feeling that was the closest to death. Oh how he longed for his death, for the thrill of feeling this unexplainable pain as your life slowly drained out of you. Sometimes he wondered why he wouldn't do it himself. Just end it right then and there. But he wanted a slow death. Where was the fun in committing suicide? Matt watched the world around him every day and despised the way human beings worked.

Once Matt was at the bus station he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one of the cancer sticks as he held it between his thin lips. The nicotine coursed through his lungs and calmed him down. Thinking about humans made him angry and often even irritated, therefore he required a Marlboro to keep him at sensible level. He took several more drags from it before he simply dropped it in the suffocating snow. His phone rang again.

"Gigi?"

"Hey Matt, I was uh.. I was wondering if you were going to that party at Derek's tonight?"

"I'm not quite sure." You know what, why not. It was still better than sitting at home being bored out of his mind. "I don't have other plans, so I might show up eventually."

"Oh that's great! Matt, I wanted to ask if you'd like to…"

"Go with you to the party?" he finished her question easily. Why else would she have called in the first place, if not for this? Gigi paused.

"Y-yeah… Oh, Matt, about Felicia… Don't let her know about this." The young man couldn't keep the grin off his face. Girls were so much fun to mess with sometimes.

"She's my ex, Gigi. I wouldn't want to cause trouble between you and your best friend."

"Good, thank you. Can you come pick me up at 7 then?" Her voice was so squeaky. Matt didn't know how anyone could have a voice so high.

"Sure. See you then, Gigi." His finger touched the red button on the screen. The clock showed 5:30 PM. Soon he got off the bus and arrived at his apartment. This would be an interesting night, hopefully.

Gigi was his best friend, yet Matt had always known the blond girl was absolutely crazy for him. She was madly disappointed when Felicia and Matt were dating, just a week ago. It lasted three days. Come to think of it, Gigi really did seem attractive. Blond hair, tanned skin, delicate features, azure eyes – She really was his type. By type he merely meant "good time" candidate. Still, it would be a nice change from the dark haired Felicia.

At his small apartment he showered, put on green boxers, a pair of black jeans and a tight fitting black and green stripe shirt. He settled for the black Converse shoes and applied a small amount of cologne. It was a party and Matt had a quasi-date, so he'll certainly enjoy himself.

Loud music filled the basement of Derek's house. Matt stood at the side with a wine glass in his hand and did nothing but observe the scene before him. Gigi and he showed up late at the party, due to Gigi's indecisiveness about her clothes. Now there she had been, dancing with the lot, her hair wild and high heels off. Everyone loved being here, laughing and drinking and smoking the night away. The redhead couldn't grasp the idea of this being entertainment, but he surely went along with it. He refused dancing with anyone simply because he didn't feel like interacting with anyone. Two cigarettes later, a hot black haired joined the party. Matt soon forgot about his blond date when the tall black haired walked over to him.

"I heard your name is Matt?" he tried to yell over the music.

"Yeah… But I don't think I caught your name."

"Maurice." That guy had a French accent. It was slight and romantic, matching his rather deep voice.

"Nice to meet you, Maurice. Are you new? I never saw you here before."

"I'm a childhood friend of Derek's. I came to visit him for a while."

"Interesting… Well, Derek's drunk and high and dancing with what was supposed to be my date for the night over there." Matt laughed breathily and also earned a chuckle from Maurice. They looked at each other for a few seconds. "Want to go to one of the room's upstairs? It's really loud in here and I'd like to spend some time with a sober person." Without noticing, Matt had winked at him. He thought he saw a blush on the French guy's face for a second, but quickly dismissed it. The redhead led him upstairs to a room that didn't have a couple making out feverishly and closed the door behind them.

"You don't really want to talk, do you?"

Matt smirked. "You're a clever one."

Maurice himself couldn't help the sly grin that came upon his lips. "Sometimes…"

The redhead approached the black haired, who sat on the bed patiently. If he couldn't die today, then he might as well do something exciting and new instead. Matt grasped the collar of the button up shirt the guy was wearing and crashed his lips onto Maurice's. Indeed it was exciting, fascinating, rough. It was new. Matt didn't stop Maurice from touching his chest, running his hands down his torso and slowly pulling him on top of himself. This Maurice guy was an amazing kisser and seemed very experienced, to say the very least. He was also hot - extremely so, even. Matt felt his senses let loose and lost himself in this new experience.