A/N: Well, here is chapter 3! Hells yeah! XD Thanks people who are supporting this story so far... Okay, this chapter is sorta... messed up. Sorry. Please read and review. Let me know what kind of Matty moments you prefer in this story and if I should add some happier chapters in the near future.
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything except for this story here... but I will be sure to inform the world when the impossible happens. Enjoy!
That morning I ended up falling asleep again. By the time I woke up after that, I was lying on my bed covered in my baby blue blanket that had red mushrooms, coins, and shine sprite patterns all over it. I sat up and saw Mello sitting on his own bed, reading a book and eating a chocolate bar. Then he looked over at me and smiled.
"Hey, sleepy head," he said, snapping off a piece of chocolate with his teeth and eating it. "Hope ya don't mind. You fell asleep on me last night so I had to move you a little."
Was he denying that he fell asleep like that, too? Was he denying that he held me like that? Should I confront him about it? Nah. Of course he wouldn't admit that to something like that. Mello and I are just... friends, I think? I know we're not any closer than that. He wouldn't want to give me the wrong idea. I kinda wished that it wasn't the wrong idea, though...
I looked around and found my goggles on the nightstand next to my bed. I put them on, seeing everything in an orange tint as usual. Then I started to play Mario again, stomping on Goombas and flying around like a boss. After a few minutes of playing we went down to breakfast.
Once we were in the cafeteria, Mello got a chocolate muffin, some pancakes, and some milk. I ended up with orange juice and waffles. It was quiet at the table we were sitting at, so we must have both decided not to say anything. I finished my orange juice when a student came over to our table. Oh great, just great. Looking down at me was Jason, the biggest asshole at this school. He was a red head (and I don't mean like my hair that I actually take care of, I mean the the disgusting, greasy "I don't really wash my hair that much" kind of red head) and light brown eyes. His clothes were a little ragged, but apparantly that's what made him "cool". I guess hobos were cool now a days, which really doesn't make much sense.
"Oh, heeey, Matt, old friend," he said. Why was he pretending to be nice, this time? "Hey, Mello, can I borrow your friend here for second?"
"Uh, sure..." Mello answered, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Cool. Thanks, Mello. Come on, Matt."
Reluctantly, I got up and followed Jason. He led me over passed all the other tables and students. He led me out of the cafeteria and through the double doors that led to the corridors. When we were standing outside of the cafeteria with the doors closed behind us, I saw Edward, that blonde twit, who had been obviously waiting for us there. He looked down at the floor nervously fidgeting. He only looked up to glare at me for a moment.
"So, Matty," Jason started, "Eddy here says you were a total cock block yesterday. You know, I really hate people like that. I guess Matty needs to learn another lesson. I don't know who she was that you took from Eddy here, but you still don't deserve to go walkin without punishment."
She? Jason thought this was over a girl? He didn't even know that he was defending a boy who had clearly asked a boy out? This was stupid. Jason was a homophobe. I bet if dear old "Eddy" over there told the truth, it'd be different.
But Edward wasn't going to say anything. And neither was I. Edward knew I wouldn't say anything, too. That's probably why he was confident enough to go to Jason for help.
I looked down at the floor. There was no point in arguing. I couldn't fight back no matter how much I wish I could. It was hopeless and I knew it.
"Hey, Matt, take your stupid goggles off for a minute."
I knew what was coming next. There was nothing I could do to stop it, so I just listened. I took my goggles off and wore them around my neck so that my blue eyes were showing.
"Oh, what lovely eyes," he sneered. Please just get it over with. "Oh, but what's this?" For a moment, I couldn't see out of my right eye. For a moment, all I felt was pain in my eye, my eyelids, and the bridge of my nose. It felt kind of hot in that general area of my face. I knew that I'd have a black eye later. I almost fell on my ass but I made sure that I was still on my feet. I would not allow myself to fall. I had to keep standing because I had to be strong. I couldn't brake, now. I almost wanted to cry, but I wasn't going to let that happen either. I had to be stronger... I had to.
"On second thought," Jason said, snickering, "you should keep the goggles on. You did always look fucking disgusting to me. I'll see you later, faggot. Try not to tell your new buddy about this, got it?"
I nodded and then he finally left with Edward. I wonder what he would say if he knew he was defending someone that was gay. Or, at least, bi-sexual. I decided to ignore the little 'faggot' comment. It was just a word. Just another name. I've heard even worse in the past. I would be okay. I was safe for now.
I put my goggles back on, making sure not to hurt my eye even more. I knew it'd probably swell up later and I knew that it'd bruise by tomorrow. But for now I had my goggles. They were something I always wore, like a kid who always wore their favorite hoodie or their favorite wrist bands or whatever. No one would question it.
I went back to my table and sat in front of Mello. He had already finished his breakfast which made me realize I was gone longer than I thought. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore.
"So what did that guy want?" Mello asked.
"Oh, nothing really. He just wanted to know if he could borrow some notes for tomorrow's quiz." It was a horrible lie. I guess I wasn't really that good at lying to him. The reason why it was so bad was because I never took notes in class and I'm pretty sure Mello knew this. He gave me a weird look, but then he shrugged it off.
"Alright. Well, finish eating and we'll head back to our room."
"Right..."
I ended up eating only one of my waffles and then I threw the other two I had away. We went back to our room afterwards and played Mario together again. So, was this what having a friend was like? I know that sounded cheesy and lame, but I really didn't know what that was like. Did Mello even consider me a friend? I kinda hoped so.
The rest of the day went on like that. We just played video games and only left the room to use the restroom or to eat meals. That night I waited for Mello to fall asleep first. He fell asleep sitting on my bed again. I slipped away quietly and headed for the bathroom that was connected to our bedroom. Once I was inside I closed and locked the door behind me. I turned the light on and took my goggles off, placing them on the sink. My whole eye was swollen.
I had to stop the swelling, but I didn't have any ice this time. I knew what to do as a substitute for now. I had done this before back at "home". I went and opened the cabinets under the sink. There was nothing in there that I could use. I'd have to find a first aid kit soon. I closed the cabinet doors and looked around the bathroom. I found a clean wash cloth hanging on a rack with a couple of towels. I grabbed it and turned the cold water on. I then took my gloves off and tossed them on the floor.
I ran one hand under the faucet. It was freezing cold. I got the wash cloth and tore it in half. I used one half to plug the sink up. It obviously wouldn't last that long but it worked for now. I just had to work fast, I guess. I let the sink fill up then turned the water off. Then I got the other half of the cloth and dipped it into the cold water. Once I had pulled it out and wrung it out, I placed it against my eyelid.
It was cold and my eye stung a little. But I'd been through worse when I lived with my father. I held it there for a while when I noticed myself in the mirror. I looked... Pathetic. There I was, holding a wet torn up rag to my eye, crying like a fool. I looked disgusting. Jason was right. Maybe I deserved this... Maybe it was all my fault.
After a while, the sink was half empty and the cloth I was holding was no longer cold. I dipped it back into the sink, wrung it out, and put it back on my eye. I did this until the water in the sink was almost completely drained. I pulled the other half of the rag out of the sink letting the rest if the water drain out. I wrung the rag out, folded both halves neatly, and placed them under the sink. They may come in handy later.
I left the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I considered moving Mello back to his bed when I saw him still sleeping in an uncomfortable sitting position, but he was too heavy for me. I never was that strong. Instead, I moved him a little so that he was lying down and covered by my Mario themed blanket. It wasn't really big enough for two people to share but that was okay. It wasn't really that cold anyways.
I decided that I wanted to enjoy one more night of being able to sleep next to Mello. So I ended up lying in the bed next to him. I fell asleep, not realizing or caring about the fact that I was supposed to be covering my face better just in case he woke up first. Oh well. If he woke up before me, he probably wouldn't notice my eye anyways, right? No big deal.
A/N: Okay, so what did you think? Again, thank you to those who have been following and supporting the story so far. Even if you just started reading this today, thanks. You guys make mah day. :) Please leave a review and let me know what you thought of this story so far.
