Wamm'y Revenge

xXZero4LifeXx: Hey you people (or the one person that actually reads this… depressing). I'm writing this thing like… like… well, I can't think of an analogy for this one but I'll find one!

Mello: This is why you're not the genius… dumbass

xXZero4LifeXx: … YOU'RE SO MEAN! *Cries*

Matt: Is it just me, or do you make her cry in every other fan-fiction?

Mello: Shut up! Who asked for your two-sense?

Matt: Just saying… jeeze.

xXZero4LifeXx: Okay...*sob* DISCLAIMER: I *sob, sob, sob* do not own Matt, Mello, *sob* or any other things trademarked by the makers of *sob* Death Note. *Cries uncontrollably*

Mello: Wow… what a baby.

Chapter 4. ~She's a Creep…"

It had been a week since Matt left and Mello was starting to get back into the flow of things. He hadn't talked to Mrs. Brice since the prayer incident. She didn't approach him; he didn't even attempt to look in her direction. It was too awkward. It actually seemed like she was avoiding him. When he entered a room, she left within the first five minutes. Mello shrugged it off, she was a busy lady.

Mello sighed as he looked at the table of girls that he was growing accustomed to. It was the lunch period for all students. This was the same table he sat at on the first day he was forced to live without Matt. The seating was generally the same, nothing odd. The only thing that annoyed Mello about the periods that he sat with "The Girls"- as he called them, was that it seemed like Mattelline was getting closer and closer to him each day. The first day he sat at The Girls' table, she had been two seats over. The third day she was only one seat over, forcing Tracy to move into Matteline's old seat, and today she was right next to him, forcing Victoria to move!

Mello looked over at the brunet that was blushing to his right, "Mattelline," he couldn't call her 'Matt' like others did, "why are you so close?"

"Oh!" Mattelline was practically turning into a cherry with each second, "I-I hadn't noticed…" She averted her eyes, making it look like she was dangerously fascinated with the fork she was twirling around her fingers.

Mello sighed; he might as well humor her, "Yeah, yeah..." He rolled his eyes and began a totally different conversation with another girl. It wasn't that he didn't like Mattelline, it was just that, well… she was an odd one. To be honest, she kind of scared him. For starters, her wardrobe, always blazers over ridiculously colored shirts. No matter what the weather. Today, she wore a tie-die shirt under a bright purple blazer. It was the middle of July! Second, her persona in general was off. She didn't talk much, but that wasn't the problem. She was extremely possessive. If she said something was hers, she meant it. She carried around a beat-up stuffed bunny (her parents left her with it was a baby) that was hers and she wasn't afraid to voice it. One of the older boys once took that bunny away from her and it was the end of her world. She was found in her closet, curled into a ball, covered in a mix of her own blood and the blood of the boy who took her bunny. Apparently, she had a nervous breakdown and dug trenches into her arm with a razor; the boy found her and began to tease her, so she took the razor to his throat. He was hospitalized for a month; she didn't come back to Wammy's for about six months. She's on strong sedatives now and has to see the school psychiatrist once a week.

As Mello was talking to one of the other girls, he looked behind his shoulder to see Mattelline with a not-so-good expression on her face. Her brows were furrowed and her lops were puckered. She looked like and angry toddler (even if she was really fifteen). He shook his head and turned back to his conversation. She was really odd sometimes.

After Mello's last class, he decided to go to the library to study for the first time since Matt left. He had been avoiding all of the things that reminded him of the red head, but today he decided to overcome the fear of feeling sad. As he walked into the library, he noticed Mrs. Brice was reading a book in the couch right next to the one Matt and Mello used to share. Mello sighed; this was going to be awkward. He grabbed a textbook and sat on the couch next to Mrs. Brice, she didn't seem to notice. She was reading a book that was in Swahili, Mello wasn't fluent, but it was something about a snake… or a forest, he couldn't really tell. Mello shrugged and studied quietly.

After maybe an hour, Mrs. Brice shut the book with a loud thud, "I just love getting new books!" This didn't surprise anyone; she had read almost every book in the entire library! Being that she was a former student at Wammy's; actually she graduated early when she was seventeen! Mello didn't know why she came back though. Or why she disappeared for a year after her graduation, but that was a story for another time.

Mello let out a non-intentional sigh, getting Mrs. Brice's attention. "Oh, Mello!" she exclaimed in delight, "How are you?"

Mello rolled his eyes, "I'm alive aren't I?" There was a long pause before Mello finally shifted so he was facing Mrs. Brice, "Actually, I have a favor to ask of you…" Mello may have been facing Mrs. Brice, but his eyes were looking everywhere but at Mrs. Brice.

"Anything sweetie." She gave him a soft smile, she knew his didn't usually ask for things, he just took whatever he wanted. This was big, but she didn't want him to know she thought so.

"C-can I," he paused to rethink what it was that he was going to say, "I need to speak with Matt."

Mrs. Brice sighed, "That's a tough one, I don't know…"

Mello began the scratch up and don his thighs, "What do you mean you don't know?" This was not what he was expecting.

"We wouldn't want you to get upset; speaking with Matt may trigger some unwanted emotions. Also, we wouldn't want any classified information to be leaked out to the public."

Mello blinked back tears, staying silent for a moment to be sure he would be able to speak without sobbing, "You will let me speak to him! I have to!" His face was turning bright red. A tantrum was on its way.

"Mello, we may be able to work something out, but it will not be over any form of telecommunication. It would have to be a personal affair. I'll see to it immediately that you two have a face-to-face confrontation. In the meantime, you should focus more on your studies, and less on Matt. He's an adult and can take care of himself."

A tear escaped from Mello's eyes, he his red fumes turned into a pinkish blush. He looked like a little cherub, "I know, but you wouldn't understand…" He turned back to his book, doing exactly what Mrs. Brice had advised him, studying.

Mrs. Brice looked Mello over; he looked so young and innocent. Even if he was a cross-dressing, short-tempered, homo-sexual, egocentric, jackass; Mrs. Brice could see that he was just a scared and confused little boy. "Mello, I know how it feels to worry constantly about a loved one," She up her hand on Mello's forearm, "Believe me, Matt is fine, I'll see to it that you will be able to speak with him in person." Her smile was sincere.

"Promise?" Mello sounded like he was going to cry.

"I swear as a Christian." She kissed her rosary and quickly raised it above her head.

Mello smiled and nodded. That was what he needed to hear. He closed his textbook and trotted out of the library with all of his pride put into each step to his room where he could rest and think about the times to come when Matt was in his arms again.

Once in his room, Mello flopped down onto his bed, feeling confident that he would soon see Matt. He rewarded his mood with one of the chocolate bars he kept stashed in his nightstand drawer. As he blissfully ate, he nodded off.

When Mello woke about an hour later, he saw a figure by the side of his bed. As he rubbed his eyes, the figure became clearer. He saw a neon orange blazer over a red and green striped shirt under a head of dark brown hair. Mattelline. "What are you doing in here?" He asked with a yawn.

"Mello…" She reached out with her hand that wasn't clutching her under-stuffed bunny and ran her fingers through Mello's silky hair, "Mello."

"Yes. That's my name. Now what the hell do you want?" He backed away from Mattelline, she really scared him.

"Mello's pretty. I really like pretty things. I want Mello." She smiled, showing her dull greyish teeth.

"You can't have me. I-I'm already taken!"

"No. Matt doesn't want Mello; why else would he have left Mello here? Matt went away to get away from Mello. Mello is un-owned."

Mello couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Matt loved him more than anything else in the whole entire world. She was crazy. "Get out of my room! Matt loves me!"

"Mello is mine!" She pulled Mello by the hair so his face was close to her's.

"Let me go! I am not yours!"

"You. Are. Mine!" She tried to draw Mello into a kiss, but he refused to open his mouth. It ended up being Mattelline just slobbering all over Mello. Eventually she got frustrated with Mello's lack of submission. She let out a grunt and threw Mello to the floor. Before he could regain his sense of direction, Mattelline began clawing at him. She clawed at his arms until they bled. Then Mello managed to get one of his arms free and punch her in the gut.

"Get out of here you freak!" He screamed at her, but she wouldn't move. Actually, she was completely still on the floor, panting. Mello began to panic and called for a nurse.

Once one of the nurses arrived, along with Mrs. Brice, and several other faculty members arrived, Mattelline was immediately whisked away to the infirmary. This left only Mello and Mrs. Brice in the room with several security guards stationed outside of the door. "What in heaven's name happened in here?" Mrs. Brice began.

"I didn't do shit!" Mello tried to hug himself, but flinched at the pain of his bloodied arms.

"Oh! Mello, sweetie, your arms," She reached for him, but Mello backed away.

"Don't touch me! I'm fine!"

"You're obviously not. What happened, Mello?"

"There's something wrong with that girl, not me."

"Well, yes, but that not the problem. The problem is that you're trying to tell me that you're okay when you have blood running down your arms."

Mello gritted his teeth, his arms did hurt, but he wasn't about to let that get in the way of proving his innocence. "I didn't do anything to her…"

"So what did happen?" Mrs. Brice looked skeptical of Mello's plea. She knew him. It would be a lot more believable if Mello said that he attacked her and she tried to get free by scratching him, but Mrs. Brice was willing to hear his story.

"I was in here sleeping, I woke up, and she was in here. She said really freaky tings to me and then, like, attacked me!"

Mrs. Brice sighed, "Okay, Mello, look; you sent that girl out of here in cardiac arrest." Her eyes were hard, she really wasn't buying a word that Mello said. "You're trying to tell me that she attacked you? Are you sure it's not the other way around?"

Mello shook his head, "If you don't want do believe me, fine. I'm telling you the truth. She said that I belonged to her."

Mrs. Brice sighed and nodded, "Okay Mello. I believe you, but I don't know if anyone else will."

"Well I don't care if anyone doesn't believe me. All I care about at this point is seeing Matt. Now get out of my room. You people are giving me a headache."

"Fine." With that, she got up and left the room.

Mello sighed and lay on his bed, "Mattelline… She's a creep."

~Chapter 4. End~

xXZero4LifeXx: I'm sorry for this one being so long and taking me so long to put out!

Mello: Yea… It took you long enough to tell the world that I got beat up by a girl.

Matt: Aww! Poor Mello, can't take on a girl?

Mello: Can too!

xXZero4LifeXx: Okay, well half-way through wrighting this, I found out that not 1, but 2 people read this! So I would like to thank you two who do read this! You should comment so I can feel the love!

Mello: No one love's you.

xXZero4LifeXx: Shut up!