A.N

Cuss Cuss Cussity Cuss. Yes be thankful for 'Mello' filling this chapter with it. So if you have an issue with swearing, kindly leave now. Didums.

It took me a while to get into Mello. Now I can't get out of it.

Heads up me and ViVi222 are co-writing a fic (Awesome I know) she's writing as Mello and myself as Matt, so stick around for that :3

'Surprise adoption' was based on something that did happen to me when I went to a party. It was fun.

I do enjoy making Mello Sarcastic. That is also something I've wanted to say to many teachers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note

(Side note. D and J do belong to me, but I don't plan to use them again. They are here purely through need. If you want them, then please ask but otherwise feel free to take them)

Mello.

The alarmed buzzed before I was ready for it. The redhead or 'Matt' bashed the top of the clock, instantly quelling the irritating ringing. With a sigh I stumbled from my bed. I couldn't even be bothered to make it, if they didn't like that then tough shit. They weren't the ones sleeping in it. Matt groaned and turned over. True to his word he wasn't leaving his bed. I rolled my eyes, pulling on some clothes which had been left for me. Luckily I found a long sleeved black shirt and black jeans. Tossing all the colourful crap aside, I quickly tugged a comb through my hair (Long hair may look nothing short of awesome, but it's a bitch when you're in a hurry) and swirled a toothbrush around my mouth.

Hurrying out the door, I glanced at the sleeping boy before letting the lock slip into place behind me. Roger had left a timetable taped to the door for me. Realising I had three minutes (Who the fuck sets their alarm that late?) until my first class (Psychology) started, I stuck the paper into my pocket for later.

It wasn't hard to find the classroom. The huge black lettering spelling out psychology did help. Placing a hand on my hip, I strutted inside, taking a seat near the back that wasn't already occupied. A couple of the kids twisted to face me, but turned away after mere seconds as I stared them down.

I could hear the giggling of the girls on my right. One girl with black hair the other with brown. They were nudging each other, both turning a revolting shade of crimson when my glare met them.
"Um hi." The ebony haired girl said to me. "You must be new. I'm D and this is J." She indicated to the brunette who had buried her face in her arms.
"Your names are letters?" I asked skeptically. They both nodded, unfazed by my lack of enthusiasm.
"You must be new and we wanted to know if you wanted to ha-." I cut them off. "Not interested." I gave them a small smirk and returned my eyes to the whiteboard at the front of the room.
"We're just trying to be friend-."
"Not interested." I repeated. Seriously are girls magically able to ignore peoples words? It's not like I wasn't perfectly blunt besides these girl are squealers. They're over the top obsessed bubbly idiots. You can tell that from just looking at them. J had an anime plushie with her for fuck sake and she must be what...fifteen? That's a damn sight older than me.

Eventually the teacher walked in, stuff spouting from her mouth that I has learned three years ago. I swear she was paid to recite Sigmund Freud's research. I hunted around on my own body, praying that I had remembered to...sweet lord Jesus, I had thought I lost my chocolate. Luckily I has stuffed it into my pocket before I left this morning. Pulling it out, I removed the wrapper, biting into the cocoa goodness. The sudden rush of endorphins hit my mind with much welcome. After all chocolate is better than sex (Or so I hear. My virginity is still very much in tact. Unfortunately). Perhaps that's why I gave my teacher the evil eye when she walked over to my desk, hand outstretched for the milky saviour. I stared at her in disbelief. She could not be serious. There was no way in hell I was handing this over.
"Sweets now." She ordered, a stern look in her eye.
I raised an eyebrow. "Suck me." I retorted, face falling into a scowl.
The class fell deathly quiet, each pair of eyes on me and Satan herself.
"What did you say young man?"
"You want my chocolate. Get on your knees. Otherwise please go around the corner and fuck yourself because I doubt any of us want to see your hairy mush," If looks could kill I'd be dead a million times over.

Naturally I got escorted outside, told I could not talk to people like that and grounded for three weeks. (Seriously where was I going to go. I was in a whole new country. Excuse me while I pop to the corner shops for milk?)

I kept my back to the wall as class ended, children filling past me in silent awe. I breathed a sigh of relief when the last one left. Walking back into the classroom to collect my stuff, D and J pounced, Grabbing one of my arms each they quickly bound them with rope.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I growled.
D smiled, her eyes glinting manically. "Surprise adoption." She shrugged.

Forcing them both off me, I ran back to my room, I could hear their giggles behind me, followed by footsteps. Fuck how was I going to open the door with bound hands? Not knowing what else to do, I threw myself full force at the door.

It was locked.

Groaning in pain, I scrambled back to my feet, hiding in the room next door which was mercifully open. I watched the stampede past with relief. While mentally reminding myself to kick that kid Matt's ass for locking the door.