Mello

I woke up fresh and clean this morning and I actually thought, convinced myself, that today would be a good day. Well, all that came crashing down when I found out calculus 1 was my first class. Curse my brains! I wouldn't have gotten that class if I wasn't so damn smart. But, well, I do take pride in my intelligence sometimes. So that was the first horror of the day. Moving on.

I started to look up while walking to the school building. People still wolf whistled at me even though I was wearing decent clothing, nothing remotely skimpy. Maybe if I wore a bag over my head, the attention would die out completely, but why the hell would I ever do that? I loved the attention, I basked in it, but there was always unwanted attention. And I noticed I was receiving that from a certain redhead sitting nearby. I turned to look right back at him. He had that weird guy with him again, who was staring too. I was this close to walking over and punching all their teeth out, when I remembered about what Luke had said, about what happened in the party, about me…kissing him. Hey, we all have embarrassing moments. So I shook my head, angrier than ever that I had even let myself replay such a scene in my head, and stormed into the school, pushing aside the nerds that sat on the steps. That was the second horror.

I met Nick and everyone else in the hallway beside Luke's locker and greeted them, discussing our schedule with each other. Fuck. Very few of them had the same classes as me, and if they did, it was only one or two classes. Finny noticed me frowning and laughed.

"Aw, it's ok Mello. You just have to blame yourself for being so smart."

Damn, there it was, the issue of intelligence again. Honestly starting to wonder whether it did me more harm than good sometimes. Or maybe my friends were simply too dumb. Well, eitherway, we wouldn't be together for the rest of the term, and that sucked. First bell rang, interrupting our last conversation until lunch break.

"We should go. Bye." we all splat up to head to our respective classes. I walked to the calculus classroom alone, surrounded by dweebs who were going too. As I walked into the room, I almost gagged as I saw who would be my teacher; Mr. Fucking Kirk. Shit! That man had a thing against me ever since I landed in his class last year too. He seemed to think I was some kind of troublemaker because I was better looking than he had ever been, I wore all leather all the time, and random strangers wanted me more than his poor wife loves HIM. I don't see how any of the above is MY fault, but he seems to think so.

"Oh...Mello." he mummured, glancing up at me as I ticked my name on the register.

I didn't bother to reply and walked to a seat right at the back. All the losers wanted to sit at the front so lucky for me. Students were still pouring in, so I took out a chocolate bar and began munching on in. Just when it seemed like the flow of students had stopped and everyone had settled down, one more student ambled in, specifically, one more male student. Even MORE specifically, one more redheaded male student. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! This is by far, the WORST horror of any day ever! And the worse thing is, I didn't even know HOW to react, I was speechless. What the hell was Matt doing in calculus class. This must be a mistake. That's right, oh dear Lord, please let it be a mistake.

But I knew it wasn't, cos Mr. K seemed to recognise him and was ticking his name off the register. Goddamnit all! However, Matt seemed to hate Kirk as much as I did. He was being so sarcastic with the old man, maybe even worse than I am, and that's saying alot. Then, Mr. Kirk told Matt to introduce himself to the class and he turned to face everyone, and I just prayed he wouldn't notice me since I was right at the back. I hunched lower into my seat at a lousy attempt to hide myself.

Sadly, I was a VERY noticeable person, and it seemed like Matt caught sight of me, because he stopped frowning and started to grin like the biggest idiot ever, and he was staring straight at me.

"I'm Matt" he began his introductory. "From England."

Not like that wasn't obvious enough. His accent was pretty strong, and it did WONDERS on all the girls in class. Even I was kind of taken in by it, but only for a MINUTE before I snapped out of it, reminding myself that I hated this guy. Hmm. Why DID I hate him? Maybe cos he's so smug all the time, yeah, that's it. Or maybe its just one of those things were you hate someone for no particular reason.

I brought myself out of my thoughts when I heard raised voices from the front of the class. Matt and Mr. Kirk were arguing about something. This would be interesting. From what they were saying, I gathered that Matt was refusing to sit at the front row. The nerds at the back would definately give up their seats here willingly to sit at the front, everyone knew that, but it seemed like Mr. Kirk wasn't going to give into Matt so easily. So their argument went on, much to my delight. I sure hoped Matt got expelled for this, heh heh. I watched on, intrigued, until Mr. Kirk finally seemed to lose it.

"Matt...De-detention! You!"

The look on Matt's face was so priceless, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Getting himself in detention on the first day? That's epic! Serves him right for being such a bitch all the time.

"You too, Mello! Detention, both of you!"

Wait, WHAT? Come again? I've landed myself in detention too?! What the fuck! I didn't even DO anything. Was the fuckjng old man mad? You can't just throw innocent students into detention, even if he hates my guts, which he does! And what the hell is he doing, putting me in there with Matt? This, sucks. There, NOW I've got a real reason to hate the stupid redhead.

...

All my classes today suck, and the worse thing is, Matt was in most of them with me. Damn, that means he's pretty smart, considering we're put in our classes based on our grades, and he HAS to be real smart to be with ME in most of them. I mean, I'm honestly not trying to brag, but seriously. It surprises most people, they don't believe someone so hot could be a genious, but, well, looks are deceiving. And looks were definitely deceiving in Matt's case. That dude looked like a complete nerd, no, not the smart kind ofnerd, the lame kind of nerd. In every single class I've been in with him, all I've seen him do is play his video game or try to flirt with me. Of course the flirting did not work; I fucking hate him after what happened this morning.

"Hey, Mel. Mind if I sit?" He winked at me during literature class while leaning against the empty seat next to me, trying to channel out a sexy voice.

"Fuck off, someone's already sitting there," I replied without looking up at him.

He sighed, and I imagined him shaking his head along with it. "Really?"

"Yep. Oh, look he's here right now." I saw Sebastian walk in and I waved my hand frantically to him. He saw me and walked over to my seat, eyeing up Matt.

"Hey, Mello." He smiled at Matt. "Uh, Matt, right?"

"…Yeah. Uh…"

"Sebastian!" I called out. Why the hell did he know Matt?

"Oh, right. Sebastian. Hey." Matt said, jerking his head in greeting. Sebastian nodded at him before turning to me. I gestured to the table next to mine, silently pleading him to take it. He took the hint just as our teacher walked in. Matt sighed in defeat and walked away.

The rest of the day passed with nothing much happening, until school ended, and the detention I've been much "anticipating" for drew near. We went to look for Mr. Kirk and he led us to an empty classroom.

"Stay here. And don't think of leaving before I tell you to. I'll come and check on you two," he spat, wagging a finger at us, before leaving. I chose not to acknowledge Matt's presence and went over to a random seat at the corner of the room, making myself comfortable on it. And it was just me and him; of course no one else would be dumb enough to get themselves detention on the first day of school. Matt, wisely, picked a seat quite far from me. Silence hung around in the room, until a whiff of something really bad hit me. I looked around for the source of the stench when I saw what it was.

"Tch. Can you NOT do that in here?"

He smirked, with the damn cigarette still hanging out of his mouth. "Is it botherin' you? So sorry." But he didn't sound sorry at all. In fact, he just blew out another circle of smoke, right at me.

"Yes. And you're not allowed to do that here, you asshole."

He chuckled smugly, inhaling another puff of the cigarette, before he got up from his seat and started walking towards me, that smirk never leaving his face. Subconsciously, I moved further back into my seat, just staring at him. What the hell is he trying to do?

"What's wrong, Mello?" he leaned over me, placing his hands on either side off my head, trapping me, and stubbed the cigarette out on the wooden desk.

"W-what?"

"Why do you look so nervous?" his grin grew even bigger, if that was even possible. Shit. Why WAS I so nervous. My heart was beating so fast, and I was still so dumbstruck I didn't think of pushing the bastard away. He was so close, too close.

"What are you doing—" I was cut off when he suddenly tugged on my hair, pulling my head to the side and exposing my neck. "Ow! Ass—asshole…" I growled, meekly attempting to push him away. This guy was crazy!

"What's this?" his voice was filled with fake ignorance. "A hickey!"

"What?" I placed my hand over my neck, feeling it.

"Ha! I knew something went on between you and that brunette dude!" what brunette dude? Mark? Oh, shit. I struggled to get out of Matt's iron grip, and tried to knee him before he stopped anymore movement by wedging his left knee in between my legs. Oh…God…He used his free hand to grab both of mine and pinned them to the back of the chair. "Well, doesn't matter if I leave another one, right?" It took me more time than I hoped to register that he was sucking on my fucking neck.

"Wait, no! Let…GO of me, you psycho!"

I wiggled more in the chair as he continued to bite me. The grip he had on my hair loosened slowly, until it wasn't even there anymore. I let my head relax and sighed. Then I realized where his hands had gone. Down my chest, my sides, my stomach, down to my…

"Stop! This—this is rape! Let me go!" I yelled, gritting my teeth. His hands moved up and down my thigh until it finally landed on my crotch.

"You can't rape the willing."

Ugh, damn this guy! And why the fuck is my body reacting like this? God, I hate myself. I can't help it; I'm a slave to pleasure! I actually stopped struggling all together when he slipped his hand inside my pants. He stopped biting my neck and started kissing up it instead, until he reached my ear. And I, I was PANTING. When did I become this needy? It's just that his hand felt so good. He's a gamer, right? Gamers are supposed to be fucking fantastic with their hands, and Matt was proving that myth correct. Just as I felt like I was about to lose it, he stopped. He stopped everything. He detached himself from my neck, let go off my hands, and took his hand out of my jeans, much to my dismay.

"Wh…?" fuck, I'm pathetic. I couldn't even manage out a proper word. Without saying anything, he winked at me and walked back to his seat, as if nothing had happened. I was going to say something, when Mr. Kirk appeared. Way to ruin the mood. I became limp immediately(you know what I mean) and zipped up my pants in record time. The flush was still on my face though, and I was still trying to get my breath under control.

"Ok, I guess you two can go now. It's about to rain," Mr. Kirk said, switching off the lights in the classroom. I grabbed my bag and ran out as fast as I could. That did NOT just happen. Please tell me what happened in that classroom was all a dream! Stupid, STUPID Matt! I hate boys! I hate redheads! I hate HIM!