Matt

Right, college. Like any other 19 year old, I was forced to go, even though I found it a complete waste of time. Boring. There should be a video gaming class or something cause that would be the only class I'd willingly go to. Not only that, but you weren't allowed to smoke either? Ok, I can see many ways in which that would NOT work out because I am a hardcore smoker. And apparently they had 'punishments' for people who 'broke rules', and I would know that. One minute I'm sucking a cigarette out in the hall and the next, I've been shipped off for lifeguard duty. Greeeeeat.

"This bites," I mumbled under my breath as I climbed up onto the lifeguard stand. So, their former lifeguard quit ages ago and they couldn't find another, sure. I could see why their lifeguard quit. It was a fucking dump in here. I mean, the swimming pool? Don't get me started on that. I couldn't imagine anyone who would want to get intoit. But no one did go in anyway, so it was fine. Maybe I could slack off for a while, I did bring my DS with me. There was a group of boys gathered around the stretch of lawn chairs but they didn't look ready to go for a swim any time soon. Plus, it was the hottest day EVER. If this was punishment, it sure was working. Getting as comfortable as I could on the stupid METAL chair(seriously?), I took out my video game and started playing.

Bleep bleep—bloop—dee dee dee

Sigh, video games, killing boredom since…forever. Heh. So there I was, just busy playing my game, minding my own business when suddenly this guy shouts out.

"Yo Nic-Mello! You're here!" Mello? What the-. I looked up and saw the dude tackle a cute little blonde into the ground. A very hot, cute little blond. I was so busy trying to undress the rest of him with my eyes that I fucking lost my game. Damn. That didn't happen a lot, this guy was obviously something else. He threw some float into the pool and looked like he was going to climb on—was he insane?! That water was DANGEROUS, and disgusting. But, whatever, he looked like he could take care of himself, so I just continued playing my game, restarting the whole level. Blondie owes me one. I kept stealing glances out of the corner of my eye, he was just too fine. Hey, I wasn't the only one! Practically the entire pool was staring at him, but he seemed oblivious to it, or maybe he was just too used to it. And that guy who hugged him just now, yeah, that guy? He looked ready to rape the blonde, on the floatie. Yeah, guys, I wasn't the only perv around.

Fuck, I died again. I had to stop getting distracted like that. Focus on game, Matt Jeevas, come one, come, on, come on!

SPLASH

"What—shit !" Blondie fell into the pool, and it soon became evident that his sexy ass could not swim. Lifeguard mode: on. His friends just sat there staring, too shocked to do anything I guess. The other blonde who walked in with Blondie stood up, ready to jump in to save his…friend. Oh, come ON, the way he had his arm around Blondie's waist just now implied otherwise. But this was a job for the lifeguard , not some random bystander. I pushed him out of the way and jumped into the water—ew ew ew – and swam towards Blondie. He was sinking all the way to the bottom of the water, looks like he was unconscious. I wrapped my arms around him when I reached him and pulled him out of the water, gasping mouthfuls of air. I carried him bridal style as I got out of the pool. His whole group of friends were already gathered around me and followed me to a lawn chair where I laid him down.

"Wait—I, I know—CPR," I panted, waiting for someone to object, but no one spoke up, so I forced open his mouth and brought my own down to it while pressing gently on his really…really nice stomach…WAIT, no, saving someone's life here! Dirty thoughts, go away, God…

So there I was breathing into him when suddenly, I felt his lips close around mine. Wow. That was a kiss, right? Please tell me that was considered a kiss. Then his eyes opened and I HAD to pull away, and he just stared at me like I was an alien while his friends kept screaming out his fucking name. I didn't even have time to move away when he sat up so abruptly and banged his head against my forehead. I tried to explain what was happening so he wouldn't think I was trying to rape him or something, but I could tell he wasn't even listening to me, or any of his mates—who were bombarding him with questions—for that matter. He just stood there, covering his mouth, and blushing so much. Huh. So he knew he kissed me. Then, without even apologizing for giving me a bruise on my forehead, he just turned around and ran off. The other blond ran after him. Told you they weren't just friends.

"Hey, thanks man. For saving Mello and all," one of the guys said, flashing me an awkward grin.

"Uh, no problem. It IS my job…" I tried to shake all the water out of my hair.

"I haven't seen you around before"

"New student, yeah."

"Did you VOLUNTEER to be a lifeguard?"

Geez, what's with all the questions? It's like they were coming onto me or something, but they were a nice bunch so I didn't mind that much. "No, actually. I got caught smoking and this is their idea of punishment. Lame."

"Mr Stevenson, I'm glad you found the new kid." A male voice shouted out from behind me out of the blue. Found? I wasn't a lost dog…

The boy who was currently talking to me smiled cheesily. "Uh, yeah Mr. K., heh heh."

What? I turned around and saw some wrinkly old fart walking towards us. Fucking hell, that was the asshole who landed me this swimmer-sitting gig!

"Just making sure Mr. Matt Jeevas here is doing his job" he growled, scowling at me. Bugger thought I was slacking off! I'll show him.

"Actually, Mr., I just saved someone from drowning, and very nearly dying."

"Really?" he replied skeptically.

"Yeah, its true Mr. K, he saved Mello!" one of the guys said.

"Oh, Mello." Damn, he said Blondie's name with even more disgust then he had said mine—if that was even possible. "Well, then, I see you are doing your job properly. I'll leave you boys to be acquainted." He frowned once more before walking out. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the group.

"So, you're Matt?"

"Yeah. The one and only."

"I'm Luke."

I didn't want to be mean, but I really didn't care. I was tired; saving someone's life is hard work you know, contrary to popular belief. But since Mr. what's-his-face left, I guess I could too.

-1 hour later-

One hour of very productive video gaming and a rumbling, empty stomach, I decided to give in to temptation and head down to the lunch hall. Hey, maybe Blondie would be there. He forgot to thank me for saving his life earlier.

I walked down the spiral staircase and entered the cafeteria. It was nothing spectacular, just a normal looking, and bland one. Expected, right?

Ah hah, just as I predicted, Blondie was there with his posse. But I did not feel like socializing so I got some food and sat at my own table, alone. I was about to whip out my video game when someone interrupted me.

"Yo, mind if I sit?"

I looked up at a really ratty looking boy who was gesturing at the empty seat at the other end of the table.

"Uh, yeah, go ahead." Damn, just as I said I wasn't in the mood for socializing. The rat sat down and opened his…salad packet…hungrily.

"I'm Duncan" he said in between celery sticks.

"Got it." Who was this guy?

"And you are…?"

"oh, right. I'm Matt." I stared at him while he dug into his vegetables. Well, he looked like someone who knew all the gossip around here. Worth a shot. "Hey, Duncan, who's that blond kid? You know the really girly one over there?"

He didn't even look up to see who I was referring to before replying, "oh, that's Mello. The other blond there is Nick. Friends with benefits, I guess"ah hah, told you so. "They're both like, the sex Gods of the school. Not very surprising, eh? But everyone likes Mello, as in like, like likes."

Fuck, this guy was good. I didn't even need to ask and all the info came spilling out.

"Matt, you're going for the party later right?"

Party? I don't think I'd be very good at college parties.

"Can I? or is it, like, a private VIP party?"

"You can. And you should. What dorm room are you in?"

"5A." wait, why was I giving some random dude my room number?

"Great, I'll come get you later." He popped the last carrot into his mouth and stood up with his tray, smiling very brightly at me. "bye"

Hold up! What the fuck just happened? I don't remember agreeing to go. Last thing I wanna do today was socialize, though it was a bit too late for that. But, that Duncan kid was fun, and so are parties. How much could a college party hurt anyway?