It was more like we were playing break up, but fortunately sometimes in order to "play" break up, you really have to break up. So that's what we did. "We'll be like those two friends that are obviously in love with each other, but never do anything!" he smiled sadly at me, letting my hand fall from his grip.

"Yeah... I'll see you later." those words left a horrible feeling on my tongue. Matt turned to walk away but, paused. He turned back to me, giving me a kiss. "What are you doing?" asked as we broke apart. Friends are supposed to kiss.

"Kissing you goodbye." Matt just smiled and waved.

He ran off, leaving me, for the first time in what seemed like centuries, by myself to walk home. I looked in front of me then started home. It seemed only right that today it would smell awful, seeing as that's how I felt. I didn't think a whole lot about it though, not until I reached the beginning of my block. That's when I saw it, down where my house normally sat a swarm of firetrucks and police cars blocked it off. What's going on? I began to run towards the crowd, right away I was able to spot my parents talking to some guy. "Hey, what's going on?" I called, running up to them.

They looked at me surprised, then my mother's face went hard. She pushed passed my father and the other man up to me. She leaned close to me, growling "Come with me." her hand closed around my arm tightly. She pulled me to the side of the house where I noticed the living room window completely missing and what was left of the inside was completely charred.

Holy shit! "What happened?" I demanded.

"What do you think?" she screamed turning around. "Your piece of shit boyfriend tried to burn our house down! Luckily it only got the living room."

I didn't know whether to laugh or... well laugh at what she just said. "No he didn't!" I broke out with a fit of laughter. "There's no way!"

"What you think our house almost being burned down and me an your father's lives being in danger is funny?" she screamed.

Maybe laughing wasn't the way to go. "There is no way he did it." I said calmly.

"Really? How do you know?" she crossed her arms.

"Because he-"

"Because what? He's a wonderful person? And would never endanger someone else's life?"

"Exactly! He told me the truth about what happened with that guy! You were just lying to make me-" I broke off realizing that her plan had kind of worked.

She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically "You just cannot see that kid for the weird little prick he is, can you?" My teeth dug into the inside of my lip. "Why can't you date someone normal?" Gotta stay calm. I repeated inside my head. "At least normal looking."

My nails dug into the palm of my hand. My calm exterior was beginning to falter. "Don't talk about him that way. You don't know what he's been through."

"And you do?"

"Better then you do." I growled. Don't loose your temper! My head screamed, but it was getting next to impossible.

She looked at my face, then I noticed she was trying not to look me in the eyes. She's getting ready to say something really cruel now. "I'm sure he does this with a lot of people. Gets pity then sleeps with... whoever."

Here goes all that self-control. "Just shut up!" I screamed "You don't know anything about him and I'm sick of your lying and petty insults! Why don't you just go make yourself a drink, take some Vicodin and ignore me like you usually do?" Her mouth dropped, but I still wasn't done. I wanted to make her feel really awful. "You want to know why I know he didn't do this? Because all day me and him have been having sex in one of the classrooms."

Now she looked ready to explode. Her cheeks puffed out, her eyes looked red they were so blood shot. Her shoulder twitched making some of her hair fall in front of her face. My mother raised her hand and slapped me across the face. It stung, but I wasn't about to admit I was in any type of pain. "You are never going to see that weirdo again!" she spit between her teeth.

"Yeah, you're right." I started. I've got an idea. Let's make her see Matt in a whole new light. "And you know why? Because I broke up with him." I smirked. "He just wasn't enough for me, ya know?" For some reason it felt really good to lie to her like this. Making her think that I was really the bad guy made me want to laugh. Here eyes went wider, like she was really surprised I'd said such a thing. Does she really believe me? I felt my smirk widen.

Then she raised her eyebrows high "Why are you defending that boy if you broke up with him?"

"Just because I got tired of him doesn't mean he isn't a good person."

"Mihael, are you lying to me? Di-did you help him set the house on fire?"

Wow, that makes a lot of sense. I rolled my eyes. "Why would I do that? I live here too."

She narrowed her eyes then looked back down at my father then back at me. "I know it was him. I saw him!"

"Saw him what?" my stomach churned.

"I saw him run up to the house with some gasoline and set it on fire then run away! He may have been trying to cover up his face but, I'd recognize that mop of red hair anywhere."

Even though I knew it was impossible, my heart sped up. "You mean you didn't really see him? So how can you really be sure then?"

"Like I said, the red hair."

I breathed deeply, "Well, I'm telling you it wasn't him because I was with him all day at school... So you're just lying again."

"Whatever. Don't believe me. I already told the cops, I'm sure he's been picked up by now. It'll just be another case of arson for him." she walked passed me. There is no way he did it! I followed after her, hoping to god that she was just lying again. How can she be so heartless? Is someone trying to frame him or is it just a coincidence? But who could really- Wait! I've got it!

A/N: A little short, I know, but things are about to get more interesting! Review thank you please! Also, please vote in my poll to help decide what fic I add next. :3

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or The Used.