A/N: So sorry for the long wait . School's in the way of everything, right?! Anyway, I'm trying to keep up with my promise of once a week updates so this counts as a week right? And the teacher might be kinda OC but I tried my best *hides* Ah, once again, i'm very sorry so I'll stop talking now XD

Genres: Humour; Romance but barely...

Warnings: Yaoi, but there's nearly nothing (don't kill me .) and it's very, very short

Eight in the Morning: Partners

"This is way too early for this," Matt muttered, rolling his eyes as he slumped over his desk by the windows, watching Mello out of the corners of his eyes.

"This is fucking idiotic!" Currently the blonde teenager was throwing a fit at their English teacher, Raye Penber a bit because of the project they had been given but mostly because of his partner.

"I told you, Mello," Penber sighed, massaging his temples in an attempt to fight off the incoming headache that always seemed to be present when talking with Mello. "I'm assigning partners this time."

"But Near," Mello spat, his voice absolutely dripping with disgust at the name and Matt had to hold back a laugh at his boyfriend's immaturity. "Isn't Matt." Immediately, twenty-seven pairs of eyes flash onto the redhead in the corner.

Matt's candy apple green eyes widened and it would have been funny if it weren't him backing up against the windows.

"W-Well, Mello," Matt stammered, coughing into his fist awkwardly. "That's, um, quite true."

Mello rolled his eyes.

"I'm not saying that as a fact, Matt," He twitched as he turned onto the redhead who shrunk even further into his seat. "Obviously you're not that little asshole." He scowled at the albino in question who blinked back blankly.

"Language, Mello," Penber cut in, glancing at the clock above the door. Or maybe he was glancing at the door, calculating his means of escape from the blonde maniac. "And please sit down so we may have a chance to talk about the project before class ends."

"We are talking about the project now," Mello snapped, making a point to refrain from sitting by knocking his chair down with his foot. Penber rolled his eyes when it clattered to the floor loudly. "And I'm not going to work with Near on it."

"I'm sorry, Mello," Penber said, his tone not apologetic at all as he slumped into his chair behind his desk. Arguing with Mello was a lot more tiring than running a marathon. "But he is the partner I've assigned to you so you're going to have to work with him on it whether you like it or not."

"Matt's my partner," Mello insisted and once again, Matt paled at the mention of his name as Mello grabbed his arm, pulling him out of his seat. He stumbled next to Mello, his face turning dark pink. "And I don't care what you say."

Then Matt was yanked out of the classroom by none other than his blonde boyfriend, Penber's quiet string of curses following them.

The next day, the partners were reassigned and Matt was paired with Mello.

Penber had learned a very valuable life lesson through all this and he was glad he would never have to go through it again because Mello always gets what he wants, which was usually, more often than not, Matt.