10
Not Guilty
Walking down the sidewalk, the "troublesome rapscallions", Mello, Bonnie, Matt and Jay discuss how much trouble they're in.
"Should we just go to the convenience store and head back? I mean, it's only gonna get worse if we keep walking," Matt looks to Mello and over to Bonnie.
"All I want is chocolate and to study, I don't care where I get it, as long as I get it now. Screw the rest, I'm not out here for the fun of it."
Bonnie pats the chocoholic on the head. "We'll get your fix soon m'dear, but we can't go to the convenience store, it's too close to the school, and we would get caught before we even picked out what brand you wanted. We'll find a grocery store instead. Just hold out until then."
Mello tries to subdue his whine of desperation, "I can't though. I'm getting vertigo! I'll die! It's been too long!" He almost said the p-word, but there is no way someone as respectable as Mello would be reduced to begging.
"Just wait," Bonnie smiles in a way that tells the group he has a lot more planned than just going grocery shopping. Afterall, sheltered super genuises don't get chances like this very often.
"You still have that M'nM," Matt leans in and whispers. He is such a great friend, Mello would have withered on the spot if the redhead hadn't found the piece of candy on the floor. He must feel pretty greatful right about now.
With an exasperated sigh, Mello looks at his friend grinning like a total idiot. "There is no way that I'm sticking some dirty, nasty, STD-ridden candy in my mouth. That is disgusting. Someone probably had sex with a tranny hooker and used it as a condom."
Unfazed, Matt smiles. "Well, it's always an option!" He turns away and resumes watching where he's walking. It's pretty rough trying to walk around in the dark while wearing orange-tinted goggles.
Waiting for Matt to look away, the blonde digs in his pocket, his heart beating in his ears. Chocolate is his water, if he's going to survive, this is what he has to do. Life or death Mells. Life. Or. Death. "If I rub it off with my fingers, then I'll only be eating my germs. No, that's B.S., and I know it. But I have to. Just ignore it. Please, please immune system, don't fail on me okay?" With that final thought, Mello pops the candy into his mouth. The sweet fragment of chocolate marginally releives his headache for a few blissful moments.
Jay watches Mello put the dirty M'nM half into his mouth and tries not to gag. Shaking off the goosebumps from being grossed out, he thinks of how he'll separate from everyone. He needs to get to that virgin sacrifce soon, so he can take down their leader. The weirdo only comes out every other full moon; it's do or die tonight. "It's a good thing I chose to leave early, I was anticipating some obstacles on the way there. The scarifice should start around three a.m if I recall correctly." He is walking in the back of the group, just in case he finds a nice, dark alleyway to dive into.
The group walks past a builing that seems as if it should be abandoned, but there is loud techo music emanating from it all the way to the street. A couple of young people are drinking and laughing near one of the doors.
"Hey guys," Jay stops. "Have you ever been to a rave?"
Matt looks up, "Is that what's going on in there?"
"How would you know that?" Bonnie puts off a protective big brother air as he questions the younger student.
"I like to try everything twice." Jay's eyes squint in a way that indicate he's smirking under the mask. "What do you think? It's pretty fun."
Mello and Matt exchanged glances, and look to Bonnie as if in sync.
"I just want some chocolate."
Bonnie nods slowly, "Yes, if it were just Annie and I, I may consider it, but not with all of us here."
Matt grabs Mello's jacket hood and starts power walking, "We should go in."
"Matt! Hey! What's your problem?" Mello tries to pull his grip away while Jay sprints to the door, Bonnie trailing behind.
"Principal Wammy-"
"Papa's car is coming down the street," Bonnie finishes for Matt while hearding everyone through the door. "We won't stay long. No one has epilepsy do they?"
"We can stay forever." Mello freezes in the crowd.
Matt rubs his eye under his goggles, the lights irritating them slightly. "Why's that?"
"Two words," Mello's words come out breathless. "Chocolate. Fountain."