Matt

I went to the cafeteria with Duncan in the afternoon. Blondie's clique was already there but he wasn't. He was probably still recovering from last night; heck, I was still recovering from last night when he kissed me. Thinking about it still makes me smile…he he he. I mean, that IS my second kiss from him.

Halfway through my meal, he stepped into the canteen in all his blond glory and pretty much stole the attention of everyone in it. I saw him glare at me but I pretended not to notice. Gosh, why the hell did he act like he hated me? Wait, what if he did hate me? Why, what have I ever done to him? I just met him yesterday! Great, now I was getting emotional. Oh, hold up, maybe he was glaring at Duncan, not me. Yeah, that'd make more sense. The floppy haired brunette followed after Mello to their table. Both of them walking in together? That's suspicious. And I was here when I witnessed him announcing that he was going to get Mello up, which was a good one hour ago. Lots of things can be done in an hour.

"Matt!" Duncan called.

"What?"

"I just wanted to tell you to stop staring so obviously."

"Uh, thanks."

I turned my focus back onto my chicken sammich. I could hear chatter, lots of it, from their table. There was a burst of laughter suddenly, like someone just told a funny joke. Looking up at them, I saw that everyone was laughing, but Mello wasn't. He looked really shocked actually, and he was…blushing? Then, suddenly, he was standing. He just stared at the table for a few seconds before turning around and running off. I thought one of his friends would chase after him for sure, but none did. They just waved it off and continued talking amongst themselves.

"I told you to stop staring so obviously."

"Yeah, sorry." I turned back and took another bite of my sandwich. "What the hell just happened there?"

Duncan shrugged. Well, even a gossip like him would have no idea. I didn't manage to catch a single word of what was said at that table, so Duncan didn't either. I just hoped Mello was okay, he looked pretty pissed.

The next morning—Monday

My alarm clock shook me out of sleep the next morning. Ugh, it's Monday. Not only that, it's the first day of school! Oh the horrors. I staggered to the bathroom to freshen up. Maybe I should take a shower, to, uh, leave a good impression on the teachers and such. I let my hair air dry while brushing my teeth for a good, long 5 minutes. Sparkly clean. I picked up my razor and looked into the mirror excitedly. Ah, fuck! Still nothing, still smooth as a baby, still hairless. Can I even be called a 19 year old boy? I sighed and left the toilet to change into my usual attire of striped shirt and jeans. I slipped on my gloves and hung my goggles around my neck. Hm, I guess I looked good enough. My hair was still damp when I ran a comb through it for good measure. I was still standing infront of the mirror staring at myself from all different angles when I heard a knock on my door.

I ran up to open the door and Duncan was standing outside, wearing Bermudas and an overall. Someone needed to give this kid a few fashion tips. "Yo?"

"Hello, Matt, good morning."

"Ditto. So, what brings you here? Afraid I wouldn't wake up? Heh heh."

"No," he replied with indifference. "I thought maybe I could walk to the school with you."

He was still staring at me but I could tell he was trying hard not to avert his gaze and he was shifting a lot on the spot. Aww, the poor guy was embarrassed! About, asking me to walk to the school building with him. Why wouldn't I agree? Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'd get lost going there on my own.

"Yeah, of course, Dunc. Just let me get my shit…" I disappeared back into the room and grabbed my bag before going back out and locking the door behind me. I let him lead me out of the dorm and onto a pathment.

"What's your first class?"

"Huh? Oh right, hold on…" I dug through my bag for my day schedule. There was lots of crap in there and I finally found the crumpled paper below a binder. "Er, calculus at 8. Oh God, that sucks. Math in the morning?" I groaned. Duncan chuckled slightly.

"Well, I have an IT class so…you'll be on your own." Whoa, he memorized his whole schedule? He didn't even need to check his time table. He shrugged as we neared the school building and…wow. It was like a typical American movie. I've been in private schools in England for all of my life, I've only seen these type of things in films. But the atmosphere in real life was so lively, despite the early hour. Some of the students were making their way through the double glass door but most of them were still loitering outside, gathered in their own circle of friends, laughing, talking, hanging out. Girls were bitching, boys were zipping past on skateboards and bicycles, and few were sitting on the curb reading. I actually felt a bit…left out, looking at everyone, my potential classmates, a few teachers. Duncan tugged at my sleeve to pullme towards the entrance, but I stopped.

"Wait, could we, stay out here for a bit? We've still got a solid 10 minutes to hang around."

"Ok, if that's what you want to do."

We made our way to a stone bench and sat down and I just stared at everyone. Bad habit, I know, 'it's rude to stare' blah blah blah, but I just loved it. It was lovely, and it got even lovelier when Blondie showed up and walked right past us. He was wearing pretty normal clothes, skinnies and a sweatshirt, but he still looked hot. He noticed me looking and glanced over. I honestly thought he was going to smile at me, wink, walk over, sit on my lap and do unspeakable things with me in full view of everyone and, God forbid, Duncan. But, alas, he did none of that. He just scowled and rolled his eyes, VERY OBVIOUSLY, and pushed past the doors (and everyone in his way) into the school. I sighed and shook my head, rubbing my wild imagination out.

"Hey, 5 minutes til the bell rings, we should go. Plus the IT lab's on the 4th floor. Erm, you know how to get to your class right?"

"Yep, I have a floor plan. Plus, I need to see the head mistress first, or something like that."

Me and Duncan separated as we headed to our respective destination. I was actually getting quite nervous as I stood outside the headmistress office. Someone called me in when I knocked loudly on the door. I opened it and entered meekly.

"Uh, Mrs. Blumend?"

A lady in her late 50s sat behind the desk holding up some papers. She peeked up past the rim of her old fashioned glasses to look at me. "Mr. Jeevas, I presume?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Damn, since when was I this polite?

"When's your first period?"

"Er, I don't have a period, Ma'am."

"What?" she gave me the strangest look ever, as if she wasn't the one who asked the embarrassing question. I mean, I looked like a boy right? And she did address me as 'Mr.' just now. Oh no, its because of my hairless face! I knew it! I didn't know what to say so I just stared right back at her. "Uhm, wait, sorry, when's your first lesson, Mr. Jeevas." Ohhhh that's what she meant. Shit, I just made a complete fool of myself.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I thought you meant, like…" I sighed, bowing my head. "8 o'clock, Ma'am."

"What is it?" she turned back to the papers.

"Calculus." She stared up at me in disdain. "…Ma'am."

She looked back down. "I'm going to need you to sign this, Mr. Jeevas." I took the form and pen from her outstretched hand. It was just all of my particulars. I signed it quickly and handed it back to her. "Will you be able to get to the classroom on your own? Do you need someone to accompany you?"

"It's fine, Ma'am."

"Here's a floor plan."

"I already have one, Ma'am."

"Ok, well, then everything's settled. You can go now, your class already started. I made sure to tell all your lesson teachers about you, so they know you'll be there. Go on, get going."

"Uhm, yes, of course, Ma'am." I walked out of the small office and into the hallway. It was deserted now, not like before. Huh, everyone must be in class already. Whatever, I've got an excuse to be late. New student, bitches. I strolled into the classroom and WHAT THE FUCK. It's that old man teacher, the dude at the pool! I gasped audibly when I saw him. He looked at me and frowned.

"Mr. Jeevas."

"Yes." I said as menacingly as I could, glaring at him. I could hear a few whispers within the class walls, most of them about me probably.

"I'm Mr. Kirk." He sighed.

"Ok," I replied sarcastically. I got up early and made myself look good for THIS asshole? Damn it.

Mr. Kirk sighed again before turning to the class. "Well, Mr. Jeevas, introduce yourself to the class, please." I rolled my eyes and turned to face the class as well.

Holy shit, there, I found something that can make this class very worthwhile, even with Mr. I-drink-piss-with-my-cereal-every-morning as my teacher. If it wasn't Mello, sitting right at the last row, glaring up at me, half a chocolate bar hanging out of his mouth, I would've walk straight out of the class. But it was him, and he was there, and not to mention looking very unhappy. This was going to get very interesting.

"I'm Matt," I smirked. "From England." They could probably tell that from my accent though. All the girls were always taken in by it, and it seemed like it was working its magic on the female students now, so why wasn't Mello responding in any way? That guy could make a monk frustrated!

"Ok, Matt. You can go take a seat now," Mr. Kirk said drowsily, waving me away. Aw, great, the only seat left was in the front. This. Day. Is. Not. Working. Out.

"Uh, could I maybe switch with someone from the back? I think I'm more productive in the back." I gave Mr. Kirk my sweetest smile, but he just shot me down.

"No. I'd like to start the lesson, and I'm sure everyone else would too, so go and take your seat, Matt." He tried to sound threatening, and it kind of worked to some extent, but I wasn't going to listen to him that easily.

"I don't want to! I don't wanna sit at the front!" ok, I know I sounded like some spoilt brat, and Mr. K was getting really pissed, I could tell, but maybe I just wanted to piss him off. Give him a bit of a challenge from the new kid on the first day, during the first lesson.

"For goodness sake, Mr. Jeevas go to your seat, NOW." He was trying not to yell, there was restraint in his voice. This was way too amusing.

"No." I simply replied, crossing my arms haughtily. The whole class was silent, anticipating what the teacher would do next. Said teacher seemed to be hyperventilating, he was shaking, possibly out of rage. He looked like he was contemplating his next move before he spoke again.

"Matt…de—DETENTION. You! After school."

I held out my hands in surrender. Damn it, detention? That bites! There was a roar of laughter from somewhere in the class. I looked up to see who it was. Mello! Bastard was laughing at my misfortune! I was going to yell a smartass remark to him when Mr. Kirk pointed a wrinkly finger at the blonde.

"You too, Mello! Detention, BOTH OF YOU!"

The laughing stopped as Mello sputtered. "What? But I didn't even do anything!"

"No 'buts', you hear! Report to me straight after school! MR. JEEVAS, GO AND TAKE YOUR SEAT!"

So I walked to my seat silently, cursing Kirk under my breath. This could not end well.