I kinda like where this is going. I wonder what I will do when I'm finished with all 30 chapters? I'll go back and conclude A Promise Worth Keeping and Cry Little Sister.
I do NOT own Death Note, ect.
"So," Mello sighed as he picked up his algebra textbook, "What do we do today, you know, after our classes. It's Wednesday, so the top students get more time, and hopefully you haven't fallen back with the 'common folk'." Matt gave a little frown to his friend as he pulled out a worksheet from his desk. Mello looked over it and then looked at the top for the grade.
90. The blond looked over to his friend, who started to fiddle with his sleeves.
Why is he so nervous? 90 is a good grade…for him. He put the paper back down on the redheads' desk and asked in a worried tone, "So, does this make you hope down to number 4?" Matt put his head in his hands and started to think. Did I suddenly go to fourth? I don't really care that much, but the thought of being fourth in line to be L…was weird. Mello would be second and I would be… fourth? Matt would not settle for that.
He tore up the social study paper on his desk and told Mello "This time on Friday, I will be right next to you as L! Got it?" The other boy smiled at the gamers bolt of enthusiasm for his position. Usually Matt just got good grades. Unlike Mello, he never actually studied. Would that make him smarter than me? Mello would think. His answer was all in the numbers. He thought that idea was ridiculous. Matt was, and always would be, one step behind him, be it in Algebra, P.E, or even at lunch. It amazed the blond on how slow his friend would eat, and in such tiny bites! He felt like a glutton around the younger boy.
"Awesome Matt! So you gonna study a little now?" He hoped the answer was no.
Matt gave him a look. "Of course not! I'll just pay a little more attention in class, that's all…" Mello did a victory dance in his head. He knew that if Matt tried like he did, Matt would be able to surpass him, and if he played his cards right, Near. And the very last thing he wanted was to be third. He didn't know how the redhead could cope with it. You would think he would be just as competitive as Mello was…
Then the blond thought of something.
"Uh…Matt?" he began. Matt was scooping up the torn paper shreds while looking up at his friend. "Do you not study because of me?" He got a confused look in reply. "I mean, do you not try so hard because you don't want to pass me, like Near did. Because I know how smart you are." Matt gave a little smile that Mello thought could sink a thousand ships. His reply was, "Partially, but not really. You are my best friend Mello and if I was the one thing that ever became a hindrance or a problem, I would be the one to leave." Mello started to feel bad. "But it's also 'cause I don't like to do work!" Matt saved. "He he, you know how I am…"
The blond gave his friend credit for trying so hard to make him happy, but it wasn't that believable.
As Mello ended the conversation with a "Try harder", Mr. Rumple came in, and the class became silent. Mr. Rumple was the farthest thing from a teacher actually. He was more of a 'gay model that probably turned into a pedophile at the age of 20'as Mello would say. Mr. Rumple had a good body with skin that was barley tan and flawless and dark blue eyes. His hair was brown and almost looked fake because he kept it so well. He actually creeped Matt out because the smile he would give him looked like it said 'You're so cute, I can't wait for you to get older.' The even thought of that sent shivers up the redheads spine, and not the good shivers that Mello gave him.
As the handsome teacher put his papers on his could-be-tidier desk, gave a look to the class and then gave a big smile. "Good morning kiddos'!" He cheerfully said with a wave, and then he turned to the board and wrote in his own messy writing, The Opium War. The class sighed a sigh of relief. They had all thought a major test on China was today, but yet again, Mr. Rumple lied. He would do that sometimes. Matt started to feel less tense and he looked over to a disappointed Mello. It was probably because the fewer grades that were taken in such short time, the less opportunity he had to pass Near.
Mr. Rumple turned around to his students and asked the class, "Anyone want to guess on what this was about? Y' know besides opium." Mello snorted at the teachers' tone. The brown haired man usually talked to them as if they were five, which was weird because it was as if he forgot that they were 'fucking genesis '. Hands immediately shot up at the question and the teacher put his hand to his chin as if he was thinking really hard, and called on a little black-haired boy that the kids called 'Lardass.' Let's face it, for an 8-year old boy; he wasn't the lightest twig on the branch. But he was actually 5th in line for L, because of his incredible science and math skills. Other than that he was completely a normal smart kid there at an orphanage.
"Yes Lar- I mean Vern?" Mr. Rumple was so close to being the laughing stock of the teacher population, and possibly getting fired.
"It was fought between the British and Chinese?" The teacher put a few lines under the subject title and said, "Well basically, yes, but lets go into detail. Years, groups, purpose?" More hands shot up and along Mellos'. Needless to say, the prettiest was called on first. "It was between British East India Company an the Quing Dynasty through 1839 to 1842 and I don't know the reason, but the British won and gained control over Hong Kong." Mr. Rumple smiled and put a messily drawn smiley face on the board for Mello. It was one of his stupid things that only kindergarten teachers around the world would do. "Very good Mello-Yellow!" So said gave a deep frown over to his least favorite teacher in the whole universe at this moment. God what a dumb name.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop with the names, but that is such a cute name!" The frown deepened, and the blonds' look wouldn't surprise anyone if Mr. Rumple dropped dead at that moment. But he didn't, much to Mello and Matt's dismay.
"Alrighty then…" was all that the teacher said to wrap up the name problem. Suddenly he looked over to Matt's direction and began to walk up to his desk. He put his palm on the redheads' desk, while the other hand held up a paper with all of Matt's grades. He put on that smile that Matt hated so much and said in what he would call a 'whisper.' But the class could clearly hear him, and the gamer could feel eyes 18 pairs of eyes staring at his back. He became very nervous, and his face started to grow a light red. Why was he always the one being stared at?
Mello was pissed off at this teacher for calling him that yellow crap, and now practically announcing his friends grades to the class. He could feel his blood boil.
"Matty…" Mr. Rumple began. The way he said 'Matty made Mello even more pissed. "Do you see this? I was grading papers and I almost died when I put the dreaded 90 on your pretty little paper." Then why didn't you? Matt thought. This teacher was weird. "I'm sorry. I don't like this class though…and-" "But!" The so said teacher cut off Matt, "I know you can do better. So I won't punish you." Matt started to fidget with his sleeves again. The way Mr. Rumple said punish was a little…provocative? It made him wanna gag. "Thank you…I'll do better."
And the class began again.
"Ugh! I can't believe that creep!" Matt and his very angry friend were walking back to their room, and all that was heard in the halls was the blonds' complaining and the redheads' shuffling of papers out of nervousness. What a weird class.
"Why can't Roger just fire that bastard! Why can't we just get a goddamn normal teacher once in a while!" Matt opened the door to their room and sat down on his bed while shifting his socks. More venting for the afternoon. "I mean really, he's a complete pedo, I'm sure of it! I could see him checkin' you out like a piece of meat that he wanted a bite out of!!" Matt started to blush at his friends' words. He didn't really want to be the target for a pedophile, no matter how handsome he was. He felt a firm hand on his shoulder and looked up at his friend who continued. "If anyone, especially him lays a hand on you, tell me right away and I'll kick their sorry ass"
The gamer felt special knowing that Mello would protect him from anything, be it closet monsters or boy hungry pedophiles that taught about Opium. The redhead looked up at his friend and said, "thank you." And accompanied it with a small hug. The blond hesitantly out his arms around Matt to and thought to himself, 'No one will ever tough this boy…as long as I live I'm staying with him. He barely was able to take in the redheads scent. It smelt a little like baby powder and coke. What a strange combination…
As they lay in bed that night, Matt asked Mello while he was still awake for the time being, "Mel…" he began in a drowsy voice. "do you think I will get bigger?" The blond turned over on his side to face Matt, a confused look plastered on his face. "What do you mean by 'bigger'?"
Matt looked up at his little hands and his skinny arms with disgust. "You are tall and strong in my opinion, and would be able to protect me from anything. But what about me?" He sat up in bed and showed Mello his waist by pulling his Transformers shirt up a little. Mello wanted to laugh at the suddenness of his friends' actions but kept in the laughter that waited to spill over. The blond went over to his friends bed and traced a finger over to the redheads belly button and told him, "You think to much." And began to tickle him. The redhead fell over and tried to breath as the blonds' fingers tackled his little stomach.
The tickle fight ended about two minute later because Matt was on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.
Mello returned to his bed, got under the covers and said a soft, "Good night" to a beet red Matt.
Okay, that was that for this chapter! Tired, bed, now…Review!! Matt will dress up as a puppy if you do! (my sick mind..)