When Siete exited her new room, she was surprised to find someone outside the door. They were leaning against the wall, snapping off bites from a large chocolate bar.
"I'm Mero," the person introduced themselves. Roger hadn't told him where her room was, but it was common knowledge that there were only two unoccupied rooms, this one and the one right next to Matt's, which was off-limits to everyone.
"Siete."
Mero just about choked on his chocolate bar. Siete? That couldn't be her… Not the girl from the rumors, anyways. They always described her as more of a troublemaker than he was, and this girl… she just looked so…neat. Except for her hair. She was wearing a slightly wrinkled formal-looking shirt, a pair of dress pants, and very nice shoes. He didn't know what they were called, but they looked expensive. Her hair, on the other hand, was a tangled mess of hair sitting atop her head.
"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to tell me why you're waiting outside my room?" She glared at him, with her wide, dark eyes, and Mero thought for a moment that it was L who was talking, but then remembered that he wasn't coming back to visit for another year or so.
"Roger sent me to make sure you didn't get lost." It was true enough, wasn't it?
"Jerk…" she spat under her breath. She could take care of herself; she didn't need some fucking babysitter!
"Don't swear," Mero reprimanded her automatically. He'd told himself that so many times that he assumed he'd probably do that when he left Wammy's. He might not have feared Roger, but he didn't want to get on the bad side of Cutler.
"Screw you."
"Go fuck yourself!" Mero yelled back at her. What the hell. There were no teachers around, and she'd started it. He cursed frequently enough, anyways.
"Hypocrite," she smirked at him. Damn it! She even smiled like L!
"You know what? Forget it. I was trying to be nice, so don't disrespect me!" He yelled at her.
"Disrespect you? I don't care. There are a precious few people in this hell hole who deserves respect, and you aren't one of them. 'Trying to be nice'? What sort of bull is that? I would know better than you that the only times a person will approach the new kid is either A) they're hot or B) their scouting out their competition for the race to be L. Well, guess what? I'm not interested. So fuck off," she growled.
"Not interested? L is the greatest fucking detective in the bloody world! Don't try to act cool, because it won't fly here. If you're pissed because your parents are dead, get over it. Just because you're new here doesn't give you the right to act like this. Got it, bitch?" For a moment, Siete looked stunned. But only for a moment. In the next, she had him pinned against the wall, and was sneering in his ear.
"New here?" She laughed. "I lived here from the time I was five until I was ten. I probably know more about the inner workings of this damn place than you. My parents were dead before I was five. I'm over it. The only anger I hold about their death is against their murderer. And 'acting cool'? You've got to be kidding me. I'm not acting. I just don't care. So why don't you run to your fellow whiny brats and cry about how someone hates L?" Siete released her grip on his arms- which she had been cutting off circulation to- and walked away down the hall. She was hungry.
"Bitch!" Mero yelled at her. He charged and tackled her to the ground. "Don't disrespect L!" He threw a flurry of punches at the girl. Instinctively, her arms rose to block them. After a few seconds, she rolled to the side, upsetting Mero's balance on top of her, and got free. While he was still recovering from being knocked over, she kicked him. And then she kicked him again. And again.
"Don't tell me to respect that jerk! He killed them! Why the bloody hell should I respect a damn murderer!?" She pulled him up from the ground, planning to punch him. She didn't get the chance. As soon as her face got near to him, he lashed out, punching her in the face. That sparked the two of them blindly throwing punches at each other.
"Mero? I thought you knew better than to hit a girl."
"Shut the fuck up, Nia! She started it!" Mero yelled back at the boy. He was holding a small toy robot, twirling his hair. The aforementioned hair was white and hung in his eyes. His pale skin, which looked bright compared to his hair, showed dark purple circles beneath his eyes from lack of sleep. His white pajamas were wrinkled and made him look like a toy.
"Me? You hit me first!" Siete shot back, managing to get in another punch.
"You insulted L! You may as well have hit me!"
"This is not the way to handle things," Nia interrupted again.
"Stay the fuck out of this!" Mero and Siete screamed at the younger boy. Siete's stomach growled. In response, Mero's did the same thing. Chocolate never seemed to fill him up enough to miss a meal. Go figure.
"You know what? You aren't worth my time," Siete dismissed him, walking away down the hall. Aside from the fact that he blindly worshipped L, she didn't have anything against him. Yet, she reminded herself. She'd only continued the fight because he had kept coming at her. And that damn albino boy had no business telling her how to live her life.
"Yeah? Well you aren't worth my time either!" Mero yelled back. "Damn it. I need to get another bar," he mumbled to himself, wandering off to his room to grab a bar of chocolate. Nia followed.
"Who is she?" Nia asked politely. Normally he avoided hanging around Mero. He was afraid of the older boy, though he didn't much show it. However, Mero seemed to know at least a little something about the new girl, and Nia hated not knowing things almost as much as Mero did.
"She calls herself Siete. Now stop following me, you jerk," Mero snapped, slamming his door in Nia's face. Mero was one of the few students who had their own rooms. You only got your own room if you couldn't be trusted to room with someone else, had special needs, or were one of the oldest students. Mero fell into the first category.
"Siete…" Nia murmured to himself as he walked down the hall. He was headed to the cafeteria. Could she be the girl Matt's always muttering about? Nia wondered to himself. Nia didn't sleep much, and,, since he shared a room with Matt, he tended to hear what the other boy mumbled about in his sleep. From what he'd heard, it sounded like he and Siete were either dating, related, or simply very good friends.
A/N: Hey. Here's the second chapter. Sorry it's a tad late. My internet was soooooo slow on Saturday and then it completely disappeared for Sunday and Monday. I'm going to try and update this at least a couple of times a month. Ja! As a present, I'm going to put up chapter three, as well!