I'm sorry people for this long awaited update… it is finally here! I know. I'm sorry too! I just didn't have time, and I couldn't be bothered :D Anyways, read on… I dearly hope you haven't forgotten the plot…

Undecidable

Chapter Seven: My little plan, and your little father

"Malcolm. Before we enter that building, I'm telling you. My teachers all have something against me. When they say I'm a rude repulsive little twit, you instantly think 'good job son,'" Matt smiled a genuine smile.

Malcolm on the other hand snorted in disgust in the drivers seat. Having pulled up in the parking lot at school for parent teacher interview made him nervous. He knew exactly what was coming.

"I don't buy your shit Matt, I thought you above all people would have gotten that by now."

"Then why don't you send me to boarding school then?" Matt screamed furiously, quickly getting out the car. His father didn't take too long to reply,

"I refuse to send you because I think there might be some way I can change you!"

"I'm not changing!"

Malcolm narrowed his eyebrows into a frown, "Would you change for Sora?" Matt's eyes widened with a little too much suspicion. The smile he quickly received was enough to make him sick right now.

"No," he hissed through his teeth, "No one… I'd change for no one."

Malcolm locked the car and walked up aside the blonde youth who seemed to sink by his own words. While Malcolm's domineer rose, Matt's shallowed. He was almost ready to stop talking for the night.

"Matt," his father captivated his attention, "I know how tonight's going to turn out… so after this. I'm giving you. One. Last. Chance," he made a 'keep moving' gesture with his head. Quickly, Matt continued into the school grounds.

The hall was filled with familiar faces. Joe was sitting between his mother and father getting the lecture from his science teacher, while at the same time Taichi was receiving the same thing from Mrs Lorla. Everyone was dressed so formally. The students all in school uniform –including Matt- and all the teachers were dressed in their finest choice of clothing.

"So, who do I have to put up with first, Matt?"

Matt muttered the name under his breath, "Mr Lerman… stupid faggot…"

"You say something, Matt?"

"Nope," Matt replied nonchalantly.

They sat down at Mr Lerman's desk. It was finely polished across the top, and he had a cup of coffee set aside next to his student roll list. He shook Malcolm's hand smiling, "Hello sir, very nice to meet you. I'm Mr Lerman, Matt's math's teacher." He cleared his throat and prepared the blonde youth for the absolute worst. "Matt… is a very… hyperactive student. He's always… oh, how do I put this," he held a finger to his lip, "Enthusiastic! Yes… though I have noticed he has been tardy over fifteen times."

"That's how he is. He's home late sometimes too… what about his grades?" Malcolm asked nervously, chewing on his bottom lip.

While he fretted, Mr Lerman skimmed over a few of Matt's test results musing over some of the last few. "They aren't as bad as they seem. He truly isn't a bad kid. Though I think I should say, please work on the vocabulary, Matt. Ok?"

Matt forced a grin, "Ok! I'll work on that!" Malcolm just as swiftly got up from his seat and followed Matt away from the table.

Malcolm sighed releasing all the tension, "Phew!" he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, "That wasn't as bad as I expected it to be… who next?"

"Mrs- uh, I mean, Miss Bender," Matt almost choked on a fresh gasp, 'No! I knew this day couldn't end perfectly… it just had to be her! Her of all people!'

Malcolm was already walking toward the woman sitting vacant. She was busy reading over a few notes she had taken from her previous student. Matt ran up to his father and jumped into one of the chairs.

"Good evening Miss Bender."

She smiled, "What's with the politeness, Matt?" There was no harsh tone in her voice. She suddenly caught a glimpse of the man seated beside Matt. She tucked her chair comfortably under the table, directing her smile toward Malcolm, "So Matt… who's Mr Hottie sitting right there?"

"I-I'm Matt's father. Pleasure meeting you… Miss-"

"It's just Jennifer. And the pleasure's all mine." She grinned menacingly at Matt. "So! I should get down to business shouldn't I?" she didn't give either of them time to reply. Her nicely shaped leg tapped against Matt's thigh. He felt even more uncomfortable now. "I love your son!" He felt his heart freeze.

Matt explained, "Of course not literally!"

"Of course, Matt… that would be truly sick, right?" he resisted the urge to push her leg away. "He would have to be the best student I have ever taught! He has some real potential on all levels, Mr Ishida."

Malcolm half laughed, "Never heard that one before… great to know one of Matt's teachers actually gets along with him."

"Absolutely!" Miss Bender twisted her index finger through her hair, forever twirling it. "I have to ask… would you like to meet up or something tomorrow, Mr Ishida?" Matt wanted to scream. He tried dropping the hint with the 'oh no' expression.

"S-sure, please call me Malcolm."

"Malcolm. Can I take Matt off your hands for a little while whilst you finish having these parent teacher meetings? I need to have a little chat with my favourite student anyway." Matt gritted his teeth making her grin a little more. "It'll be my way of repaying him for a little incident the other week."

Malcolm jerked his head a little, "Sure. I guess so." He tapped the blonde youth on the shoulder and arose from his seat. "I'll meet you either by the car or at home, whichever Jennifer feels more comfortable with," he looked across the table.

"I'd be happy to take him home for you… we'll even get a head start!" she brought her leg down from Matt's thigh and grabbed his hand which was just lying on the table. "C'mon, Matt. Let's get going!"

'What does this have to happen to me? Why, Why, Why?' "Ok, Miss Bender!" he snarled through his clamed jaw.

They were the only two walking. It was so cold, Miss Bender offered her jacket to Matt who instantly refused it. His hands were in his pockets and his eyes fixed on the path in front of him as he walked. "So what horrible things are you going to do to me? Lock me in a cupboard? Kill me?"

"I wish you wouldn't be so stupid sometimes," she smiled and for a quick second he sensed it was friendly, a little too friendly. "I have plans… and I'm so proud you figured I'd have something up my sleeve!"

"It's obvious! What the hell do you want from me?"

She chuckled under her breath and stared directly at the frozen blonde. Her lips moved so slowly, Matt feared each word. "I… want. You."

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Regards, Sickai