"Come on, Mello, come out, you look hot, really." Matt urged. It would've tempted me to leave, if he wasn't giggling insanely at me. My eyes were covered in black eyeliner and my lips with a bright, red lipstick, my hair drawn back into two blonde pigtails at the sides of my head with a long bit hanging down beside each cheek. I couldn't believe I was really doing this.

"Is this your way of getting a date? Because it'd be more likely that a girl would be happy with-"

"Let's go. Come on." He persisted. I stood up reluctantly.

"I won't forget this."

"Believe me, neither will I."

I scowled. I'd only taken one step when he hissed at me to do my strut and I started walking with my hips swinging like some teenage runway model.

"Is that?"

"No way."

I don't think I could add up the times I heard that on a calculator.

"What's the matter, Melly?" Matt taunted.

"Why are you dressed like a girl, Mello?" A blonde girl whispered, grabbing my arm to stop me when I walked past her.

"It makes Matt feel more comfortable admitting he's attracted to me, so he can pretend he isn't gay." I replied, a smirk spreading across my red lips.

"I told him I only go for girls, and this is what he did." Matt added.

"Please, we all know you're both gay." She replied.

"Bullshit. You're just mad 'cos the one day I dress as a girl your crush wants to look at me instead of you." I replied, putting on my best bitchy smile.

"Oh you wish. What, you like flattering yourself when you're dressed in women's clothing?"

"Oh, saying I look better than you is in no way flattering myself. It's not like it's an uncommon thing to look better than that."

"Coming from some gaybo in drag?"

"What, does it hurt that more guys are gonna go looking for my ass over yours when I have no interest in them and they're not going to take a second glance at you because you look so goddamn desperate?"

"So, what'd Matt bribe you with to dress like that? Did he tell you he'd be gentle?"

"Sleeping with him would be anything but a bribe. Like I said, I have no interest in guys. I'm only dressed like this 'cos I lost a bet. You, on the other hand, choose to dress like that."

"What bet? That you couldn't make three inches?"

"There's no point in a bet if I can easily beat it. Now stop being such a bitch 'cos I look hotter than you."

I didn't even notice there was a crowd until I had to walk through it, Matt blushing and trying not to laugh next to me. There were bitchy girls giggling all around me as I catwalked my way into the hall. Nobody really seemed to notice it was me in the darkened room, and most people were too busy dancing anyway. I pulled Matt along to the back exit and we both slipped out.

"Why are we-"

"Sh!" I interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"Mel-"

"Why did you make me dress like this?" I whispered.

"'Cos you lost the bet." He replied.

"Yes, but why in a corset and a tiny skirt?"

"Well, why not?"

"Do I at least look hot?"

"Yeah, I'll admit you really do."

Forgetting I was wearing lipstick, I leant forward and softly kissed him on the cheek, leaving a red imprint on his cheek.

"Shit, sorry."

"It's okay, here." He wiped it with the sleeve of his jacket. I blushed deeply.

"Sorry…" I apologised again.

"So are we even gonna dance?"

"Soon, just I gotta do something first."

"What?"

"You'll see in a second."

"Wha-"

"I told you you'd see in a second." I said, smiling and leaning my arms on his shoulders.

"You just wanted to get lipstick on me." He returned my smile.

"Yeah, maybe. I want chocolate, you coming with me?"

"Sure, whatever." He followed me back inside, me dragging him along by his arm.