Dear god, I seriously need to update quicker than this. I want to get up to chapter 16 before tomorrow or Monday. Also, I just got The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases book! Yay!!!!! –Does a dance- I should make my teacher read it! (Just kidding XD)
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Mello looked wearily from the cute redhead under him and directly to the noise. "Mmmm? What is it now?!"
Matt stayed in his current position as his friend stomped to door, giving it an angry swing as it opened.
"What the hell is-!" Mello held his tongue when the door opened to reveal Roger, a frown set on his face and even more wrinkles on his forehead. Matt sat up automatically, rubbing his head and wincing at the sudden action.
Mello smirked. "Roger, all that frowning won't attract the ladies. Smile!"
But this only made Roger frown even more.
"Mello, a few boys ran up to me stating that you beat up Thomas? Do I even have to ask?" Mello replaced his smirk with a frown of defeat. Those brats..!
"Yeah, I did it, but it was an eye for an eye." Mello pointed to Matt who pulled up part of his hair to show the damage, wincing some more to win Roger over. It didn't work.
"I see…" Roger motioned for the blond to come with him, meaning that Mello was still in trouble. Matt attempted to rise from his bed before Roger firmly told him to stay, causing the redhead to worry what the punishment would be for hurting a student…
In the office.
Mello sat at the chair almost as if he were relaxed and asked with some exasperation in his voice, "Okay, what's my punishment this time? Go on, spill it." Roger ignored the rude blond and brought in the orange haired kid, who was probably Thomas. Mello scowled, as did Thomas.
"Well, well," Roger sighed as Thomas sat down next to Mello, both still glaring at each other. "I see you two are best friends…" Neither laughed or even budged. They both just stared at each other, wishing to strangle the one sitting across from them.
Silence.
Roger coughed a few times and snapped, "Both of you! Look at me!" both boys did so, but their expression didn't change one bit.
"Mello, you say you hit Thomas because he hit Matt, and Thomas, you say that Mello hit you and Matt because he lost the soccer game. Frankly, I don't know which one to believe."
Mello grunted when he heard Thomas's side of the story –which was actually a lie, not a 'side.'- and turned to the boy yelling, "You bastard, you know that's not what happened!" the other two cringed at the outburst and Roger suddenly became serious.
"Mello, watch your mouth! Thomas, what really happened? And both of you, quit staring at each other!!" Mello sat down and Thomas looked to Roger, both boys strangely obedient.
"Now Mello, I know you can be very rowdy, and hate to lose, but I don't think you would actually hit Matt. But then again, I don't know what your relationship is. Thomas, you have had a record of being a pain like Mello, and a liar, but…" the old man trailed off in thought.
"Roger," Mello leaned on the desk before he snorted, "You can't be serious? Oh yeah, I beat on little boys all the time after I lose a game or score low on a test. I'm the big bad wolf!!!"
Thomas gave a snicker and retorted, "Yeah, you are. That only explains why you gave two boys head injuries."
"Shut up!! Sweet Jesus, where's a soccer ball when you need one?!"
"See?"
Roger drummed his fingers on the wooden desk, thinking back and forth. He could consult L…but that would be stupid, this conflict wasn't that serious to possibly interrupt a great detective who was probably working on a far more important case. Before either Mello or Thomas said anything else, Roger clasped his hands triumphantly and came to a speedy conclusion.
"If neither of you will fess up, I have no choice! Both will be greatly punished, that goes for Matt also!"
Mello wanted to punch the elderly man in the face. "No way! Matt did nothin'!!" He couldn't believe it, his friend would be in a deep hole because of stupid Thomas, not to mention because of Mello's anger issues.
God, this sucked.
Roger looked up to Thomas, not paying attention to Mello and said, "Thomas, you will only go to class and dinner. All other outside activities will be unavailable to you for one week. As for you Mello…"
So-said put on another sour face as if acting ticked would get Matt out of punishment. But it didn't.
"Mello, no chocolate and outside activities for one week. Same goes for Matt, only chocolate will be replaced with games."
"Oh dear god, Roger! Why is Matt in trouble though?!"
Roger put his head in his hand and sighed. "I have reasons…."
Surprisingly, Mello didn't argue anymore, but quickly stood up from his chair and left, slamming the door so loud, even Thomas cringed.
Back in their room……..
Matt was currently looking through a magazine of many gaming wonders, waiting for his friend to come storm in any moment, in a pissed mood most likely. Sighing, he tried to enjoy the peace that would soon be ruined.
Just when Matt got comfortable in his bed, he heard footsteps…no, more like stomps, in the hall and he automatically knew it was Mello. It was almost scary that he knew who and where the blond was, but then again……….
"Fuck! Shit! Goddamn!! Sonofa-!"
"What happened Mel?" Matt didn't want to hear so much yelling and cursing at the same time when his poor head hurt like hell.
Mello looked at him apologetically, realizing he shouldn't yell at Matt. Besides….Matt would be in an even worse mood in a little bit.
"I'm sorry Matt. I…." Mello didn't want to tell Matt. That he was in trouble because….well, there was no because! Matt just got hurt! And of course Mello was being a wuss and didn't stand up for his friend better than he did. Would Matt be mad? Would he be sad, or too confused to have a complete reaction? But if he didn't tell he would be in even more trouble if Matt was caught with his gamboy or….what where those things called? MombedoTV?
The point was, Mello had to tell.
"Matt, Roger is a real bastard isn't he?"
Matt looked up at him with big green eyes. "Um, not really. Why?"
Great. Matt was like as saint! He couldn't even talk smack about the old man who had just punished him….for no reason!!!
"Why? Uh…hey, how about you don't play games for a whole week! Also, we can stay inside! How does that sound?"
The redhead looked to Mello like he was high. He probably was.
"Mello, are you serious? What does this have to do with Roger? And no, I will not stop my gaming." He put a finger to his head. "But I will ignore going outside, thank you."
Mello sat next to Matt in thought. But really, what was there to think about? It couldn't be that difficult to tell Mat he was punished. He had been punished before many times….
"Would you be mad if I told you that Roger said you couldn't play video games or go outside for a week, even if you didn't do anything?"
"Yes, yes I would."
"…"
Matt's face dropped. "Don't tell me I can't!" he whined.
"Yeah. Roger didn't know who to officially punish-me or Thomas- and so he just named people whoever were involved with this…mess."
Matt wanted to complain, scream, cry, whatever, but he just rubbed his head and mumbled, "It's not fair…" and gasped when he felt Mello's hand on his head and started to mess with the mark, rubbing his thumb in circles. Matt closed his eyes and instinctively leaned into the touch.
"I'm sorry, Roger is a bastard isn't he?"
"I don't know…Thomas is."
"And in conclusion…" Mr. Rumple stated in a loud voice. "Germany was left in ruins. Any questions?" As usual, nobody had a question, everyone understood. But in Mr. Rumples strange mind, he saw Matt begging for more guidance, even though he defiantly wasn't.
The perverted teacher looked over to the redhead who was currently messing with his pencil, not really paying attention to anything going on around him. In Matt's mind, he was trying to play a game in his head. Trying to figure out what to do next. Also trying to look at Mello, while he accumulated all the information about World War 2. It was pretty easy actually.
A different set of hands on his pencil though almost caused Matt to screech, but thank god he didn't. Only because those hands belong to Mr. Rumple, who would probably love to see Matt scream or be loud. Matt could also feel Mello's angry stare at Mr. Rumple, but the teacher didn't seem to notice.
"Now Matt, I know pencils have fascinated a person ever since 1795, but right now isn't a time to play with them."
The class giggled. Matt blushed, disgusted at how the man said play and Mello scowled. How could they not know that Mr. Rumple was flirting with a ten year old?! Weren't they supposed to be smart asses?!
"Yes sir. Sorry." Mr. Rumple somehow found a sick way to be turned on by that, and just when Mello was about to yell, the bell rang. Praise the lord.
All the students packed up and left the room too quickly, except for Matt and Mello, who usually had to wait for Matt to pack. Matt always brought too much things with him, binders, books, pencils, journals, and other things he didn't even need. Mello was sometimes worried that his friend would soon start to slouch over like L.
"Uh Mello!" Mr. Rumple called in a perky voice. "I need to talk to Matt privately, can you go?"
"Why? So you can attempt to suck him off or somthin'? Hell no, I can't leave him with you!" Mr. Rumple frowned at the choice of words and tried to keep his cool.
"Okay then, wait outside."
Mello couldn't complain with that. Even though the door didn't have a window, if Mr. Rumple did anything to Matt he would be able to hear it loud and clear. And the teacher was highly valued by Roger and L, so Mello could get in huge trouble if he refused. He could do nothing but put his ears up against the door.
"Come here Matt." Matt did so, but looked down at his feet, sulking. Being alone with the man was like a walk over a fire. Only it stuck with you.
"Sit. Now Matt, I heard it was your birthday a few weeks ago." Matt nodded and looked over to the door, hoping Mello was listening and would jump in any moment. Mr. Rumple leaned closer to the small boy. "And I never got to give you your birthday present…"
Matt shivered and could feel himself gag. Dear god, couldn't Mello hear what the man was saying? This would turn out terrible. He wanted to yell!
"Me-!" Suddenly, Matt was cut off by a…tongue?!! Oh dear god, Mr. Rumple was kissing him! Ew, EW, EW!! Matt tried to pull away but was tugged even closer, the man grasping the gamer's shoulders tightly, not ending the kiss of death. Matt was making muffled sounds that turned Mr. Rumple on even more, much to his dismay. Mr. Rumple started rubbing the redheads' chest and Matt wanted to vomit but didn't of course. On the other side of the door, Mello could hear nothing. Nothing at all. NO!!!
And as Mr. Rumple started to lick Matt's tongue, it happened. Matt started to throw up, in Mr. Rumple's mouth. Now, that is disgusting, but the worst part is, as Matt was panting and beginning to cry for Mello, Mr. Rumple swallowed the redheads waste and said in a husky voice, "Mmm, tasty."
Matt fell on the floor in shock. The man was sick! Before anymore terrible things progressed, Matt ran out the door and literally cried, "MELLO!!!"
Mello looked to Matt with worry as Matt stuttered out words.
"Th-the desk and w-waste was swallowed….and-and k-kissed! Touched!" When Mello put the words 'kiss' and touch together, he knew Mr. Rumple had done something. Immediately, the blond ran into the classroom and stared at the man in complete disgust.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!!" Mr. Rumple just straightened his tie and smiled. Mello couldn't hold it in anymore. Before Mr. Rumple could react, Mello swiftly let his foot meet the mans crouch. A loud 'ow' could be heard above Matt's sobs.
I. am. So. Sorry. This was a short and terrible chapter. I will update a lot sooner next time! So Sorry!!! DX