Mello

"But if Heat wins, you have to give me a blowjob," Matt declared. Is he really that desperate to get laid? But still, that was a tough one. I would LOVE for him to leave me alone for the entire month, but I'd hate to have to give him a blowjob. Difficult decisions. I pondered silently. Wait, why was I thinking so hard for? Lakers would obviously win, and so will I.

"Fine, deal."

I could almost see the mini celebration he was having in his head. Poor Matt, still so naive. If this was his definition of revenge, he was going to have to try a lot harder. But I commend him for trying. I didn't even need to watch the game, THAT'S how confident I was. Nick did come by that night to invite me over to Luke's room to view it, but I turned him down. I wasn't exactly interested in sports, but I just personally felt that the Lakers were capable of beating their opponents in any game, so Matt was not in luck. Sliding into bed early, I just laid there staring at the ceiling. Halfway through the night, I heard the whole dorm go into a frenzy; people were shouting and yelling, some screaming profanities while others cheered. I'm just going to assume that the game ended and the outcome was, hopefully, what I was hoping for. Sighing, I closed my eyes.

A soft knock on the door shook me awake. "Come in." my door was always permanently unlocked, it was easier than locking it every single time I came in. The door creaked open and a silhouette appeared. "Nick?" I asked groggily, sitting up.

He closed the door and strutted over to my bed. "Hey, Mello." oh, he looked horny; he had that look on his face. Crawling onto the bed, he gave me a fierce kiss, touching me all over.

"What's with this, all of a sudden?" I said while he bit me.

"Mm, Mello..."

"Hey, Nick! I asked you a question."

"Victory sex." he slip a hand down my boxers.

"Oh, really? Who won?"

"Hmm...Miami Heat...Mel-"

"WHAT!" I pushed him off me and watched him tumble onto the floor. "Oh my FUCK Nick are you serious?!"

"Yea. Why, what's wrong babe?"

Everything. Everything was wrong. Every. Fucking. Thing. I was NOT ready to admit defeat to that idiot redheaded moron, and I was not ready to see his stupid smug ass face, or hear his stupid voice! Oh God, this was not happening. "Nick, please tell me you're joking..."

"I'm not, Mello. I didn't even know you liked the Lakers that much," he stood up, dusting himself. "It's ok, it's just one loss. They'll win the next game," he kissed my cheek. "Now lets continue..."

I slapped his hand away from its journey down my chest. "Oh no, you hormonal bastard. I'm in no mood for sex now."

"What? You were just now!"

"That was just now. Go away, I need to let off my anger now."

"Mello, you asshole! Its been 3 days!"

"Blame your libido. You can't even go 3 days without getting some."

"Only cos I can't control myself around you," he leaned down again, trying to kiss me.

"Cut the crap. Get out." Pouting, he finally gave it up and walked off sulkily. But I've got bigger things to handle than a sulky Nick, like an insufferable Matt, for example. Maybe, hopefully, Matt forgot about our bet, or maybe he was just joking when he suggested it. But I knew he wasn't. And there was no way he would let me off easy after what I did to him. with full knowledge that I was in for a hard day tomorrow, I went to sleep.

I was getting some books from my locker the next morning when someone hugged me from behind. Oh shit, it was Matt. "I believe you owe me something, Mello." I couldn't even manage to flip him off or even tell him to let go of me. I had the right mind to just turn and run away, but that wouldn't be fair. No, I had to keep to my word, keep to the bet. Growling, I closed my locker and dragged him into the toilet, slamming the door shut. Matt looked more stunned than smug though as I slammed onto the door. If he thought I was going to act like I was willing, he was damn wrong. I got on my knees and began taking off his belt; his pants slipping below his hips when I did so.

"I didn't know you were so excited."

"Shut it, I just wanna get it over with quickly," I unzipped his jeans, getting down to business. He was already semi hard so I stroked him a few times, glaring up at him as if to say 'I hope you're happy' the whole time, and he sure looked happy enough. Obviously getting uncomfortable with the eye contact, he grabbed my head and shoved it down. I got the hint. Licking the tip a bit, I went further down and started sucking. Might as well do a good job, right? And I know I give good head anyway; I could tell Matt knew it too by the noises he was making, moaning my name shamelessly. I could also tell that he was getting close, which was good because I did not want to be late for my literature class, so I sucked faster until he finally came in my mouth. I swallowed(matter of habit).

He was still recovering from his orgasm so I helped him up by zipping up his jeans and doing his belt up. "Come on, I don't want to be late for our first lesson," I punched his shoulder but he was unresponsive and just kept staring at me, like he wanted to do me or something. Realizing that it was probably because I still had his come smeared all over my mouth, I licked my lips; but that just made him stare even harder. Damn, I've had enough of this asshat. "Stop raping me with your eyes, you perv. Lets go." geez, I'm just glad he asked for a blowjob instead of actual sex. But at the rate he's going, I have a feeling that he's gonna end up raping me one day anyway. When we walked out the toilet together, we got a few stares from the students in the hall. Two guys together alone in the toilet? Not to mention my reputation; I'm sure their imagination was running wild. But whatever. They can think whatever they want. My days of worrying about being judged were long over. Sayonara, bitches.

...

Friday afternoon, the whole school was called into the hall for some really important announcement. I walked over to the hall, annoyed. What did they want this time? I was one of the last few to enter through the double doors and took a seat at the back next to some nerdy looking kid. "Hey Mello," he snorted. I pretended that I didn't hear it.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," the principal, what was her name?, Ms Blumen, appeared on stage. "We're all gathered here to discuss some issues. Firstly we have a new art teacher, Mr Stephen, would you like to introduce yourself?" Oh my God, the guy who walked up on stage was gorgeous. THIS is our new art teacher?

"Hello everyone. I'm going to be teaching art and art history in this school," he smiled. He had a British accent, like Matt's, just a bit heavier. Shit, why did I just compare this dreamboat to Matt? I started cursing myself for not taking art. Those losers get to have Mr Stephen all to themselves!

"Oh, he's replacing Mrs Lillian," the dude beside me mumbled.

"What?" I turned to him.

"Our art teacher is pregnant. That's her replacement I guess."

"Oh, really?" Fuck him! I was about to cuss him out when I got a brilliant idea. I could use this guy to my advantage. "I hope you don't mind me asking but, what's your name?" I shifted to face him and leaned towards him, grinning seductively.

"Er...I'm Steve."

"You're not that bad looking, Steve. " I was so going to hell for this.

"Thanks..." he blushed, running a hand through his coal coloured hair.

"Ok, now moving on to more important matters," Ms whats-her-face started speaking again. "Due to budget cuts, we're going to have to assign everyone roommates." There was a groan throughout the entire hall. Roommates? That sucks. I sighed, leaning back into my seat. "I'm gonna read out everyone's roommates now. You'll have the entire weekend to move and get settled in."

"I hope we end up together, Mello," Steve whispered. I faked a smile.

"Abby Aber and Allison Avery." I groaned silently. We were getting grouped based on names again? Like I said, I always get paired with weirdos this way, and the guy's gonna be my roommate for the rest of college. Why can't they let us pick our own roommates? I frowned and listened out for my name. It reached the "M's" pretty soon so I didn't have to wait for long.

"Mello Keehl and..." here it comes..."Matt Jeevas. Room 6."

No. Fucking. Way.

I must be dreaming. This is just a nightmare. Oh God, someone wake me up! But I wasn't dreaming, this wasn't a nightmare, it was real. Fucking reality. No, if it wasn't a dream, then it must be a prank. Someone's screwing with me. I mean, what are the odds that I would end up with Matt, my most hated person in the entire school?

"Mello, are you alright?"

"No."

...

Matt shifted his stuff into my room the next morning, smiling from ear to ear. "Good morning sunshine," he greeted, throwing his duffel bag onto his bed. Turns out it wasn't a prank or a fix and I really had to room with him, and I was really fucking mad about that. I'd rather be alone for the rest of eternity than spend one week sharing a room with that asshole.

"Fuck you."

"I can't believe how lucky I am to room with the one and only Mello Keehl."

"I feel as lucky as a black cat," I mumbled. "Just my luck."

I flopped onto my bed, trying to ignore Matt's very annoying presence. Well, as long as I didn't talk to him, he SHOULD leave me alone. However, I soon found out that that method did not work with my dearest Matt who was as persistant as herpes. "OK!" I yelled, losing it. "Lets set down some rules shall we? Rule number one, don't touch my stuff. Rule number two, don't bother me while I'm studying. Rule number three-"

"Chill, Mello, I'll behave."

"Rule number three, don't fucking interrupt me."

"Wanna go for lunch? I heard there's pizza today," he cut me off again, walking over and pulling me off my bed by my wrist. He pulled me out of the room before letting go of me.

"Matt, stop fucking around," I breathed, resisting the urge to punch him.

"I'm not. Its not good to skip meals, Mello."

Realizing that it was probably best to just follow him instead of arguing, I walked with him down to the cafeteria. We bumped into his queer friend there, the one who had the honour of breaking a naked Matt out of the handcuffs I left on him.

"Oh, Duncan. Hey." Ah, Duncan, that's his name.

"Hello, Matt." Talk about awkward. I stood at the side watching them. "Why are you with Mello?"

"We're roomies now anyways so..."

"So you're gonna eat with him today?"

"Uh-"

"Oh, no! Of course not!" I spoke up, waving my hands in front of me. "You go ahead with Duncan, Matt. I see my friends." there was abosolutely no way I was having lunch with Matt, not when I already have to spend the rest of the day with him. I ran away to table Nick was at before anyone could protest. Nick was sitting with some guys I've never seen before, but I'm sure I could fit right in; most of them were actually pretty hot. "Hey Nick," I grinned. "Mind if I take a seat?" I looked around at everyone at the table, who were staring(oogling) back at me.

"No," they chorused. Squeezing myself in next to Nick, I rested my head on my hands.

"How's rooming with Matt?"

"Sucky," I said, noticing that everyone's attention was now on me, which wasn't unusual.

"Why? He's a nice guy." I looked at Nick like he just said the most absurd thing ever, which he did! Why was everyone so fooled by Matt?

"Oh yea, my man Jeevs? He's a cool guy. E's in mah computer class, y'know. E's funnah," one guy said while chewing on a slice of pizza. That just proved my point. But I knew no amount of talking would convince them that so I didn't bother trying. Stupid Matt, deceiving everyone.

"You don't have to hate him just cos you're on the same level with him, Mello," Nick said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're both 10s."

Whoa Matt's a TEN? That's bullshit. And I'm pretty sure I'm a solid 11.5, not some measly 10. "Hey, you're a 10, and I don't hate you."

Nick sighed and snickered. "Yeah, forget it. Erm hey you know you know we're having a little gathering tonight."

"Was that s'pose to be an invitation?" he turned away, nodding slightly. "Hah hah. Okay then. I'll go." Anything to get me away from Matt.

"Great. I'll come get you later, then."

When I returned to the room, Matt was already in it, lying on his bed playing a really loud video game. Frowning, I told him to turn it down. He did as I said without argument, which was kind of rare for him. But I'm not complaining; rather him like this than his usual self, though it was quite unsettling. He didn't even smile at me or anything; no, he didn't even look at me. Maybe he was pissed...at me? Nah, impossible. I haven't even done anything. "Hey, uh, Matt?" He hummed out a reply. "You seem kinda...gloomy."

"Aw, you care?" he finally looked up at me, grinning. I felt my face heat up.

"Wh-what? No, you moron! It was just a bit too quiet, I thought something happened to you."

"Hah! So you did care. Well, since you're so worried, I'll clear your little head. I was just too engrossed in my game, that's all." Ugh, he doesn't listen! Stupid blockhead.

"Uh, whatever. Just wanna let you know that I'll be going out later, so you'll be alone." He nodded then returned his focus back to his game. He didn't seem to care much. But what was I expecting; for him to break down and cry, begging me not to leave? Bullshit. I brought my book over to bed to read, flipping through the pages, but nothing was going in. Huh, maybe I did expect him to cry, seeing as he seemed to like me so much. Obviously, not as much as I thought. Still, why was I caring so much? There'll loads of people who'd die for me; let alone cry for me. I've got Luke, and Nick, and Sebastian...they all love me to bits.

A knock on the door shook me from my thoughts. "Mello? Its Nick." Oh, right.

"Yeah, coming." Shit I wasn't even changed yet. "Er, you gotta wait awhile!"

"Sure."

I ripped off my shirt, bending over the drawers to search for something suitable, completely forgetting about Matt. I was soon reminded of him, however, when I felt eyes on me. Turning around, I saw that he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring, not that I expected him to. "Mind turning away?" I hissed, tugging at my pants.

He nodded. "How could I miss such a brilliant opportunity?" I could've ran into the bathroom, but I decided that it was too much of a hassle. Fuck it, its not as if I've never stripped in front of a guy before. Taking off my sweats so I was left in my underwear, I bent over again to dig out my pants. I heard Matt whistle.

"Damn, so Nick gets to see this everyday?"

"What. The hell are you talking about?" Not that I didn't already know.

"Nothing, nothing," He replied, rolling over so he was staring at me upside-down.

"I'm sure," smoothing down my outfit, I was ready to go. "Well, I'll be leaving now." He nodded from his upside down position. I swung the door open, ready to get out of the room as soon as possible, when Nick stepped in.

"Hey guys. Oh, Matt, wanna come with us? Its just a little gathering, and some guys you know'll be there, you'll fit right in!" I frozed on the spot. I could've punched him right there for even suggesting that. I glared at Matt, telling him to decline the offer with my eyes. His smile turned into a very mischievous smirk.

"Why, Nick, I'd love to go! Thanks for the invite," he hopped off the bed and followed us out. I walked ahead, but not before death glaring at Nick.

"I am so not having sex with you for the next month and a half!" This is great, really great. I thought I could get away from him, for just one night. Is that really too much to ask? I was still sulky when we entered the dorm room. There were about 12 people in there. The boys greeted us, ALL of us, unfortunately, heartily. I was hoping they'd shoo Matt out or something, but they just treated him like an old friend, knuckle pounding him and shit. Sighing, I pulled Nick to the side. "Hey, rule for tonight, do NOT let me get drunk," glancing at Matt, I repeated, "Do not, let me get drunk. No matter what."

After a while, though, it seemed like I was the only sober one at the 'gathering'. Even Nick was drunk, so he was no help keeping me away from alcohol. But I was resisting; alcohol made me do some pretty crazy shit, like kissing Matt, for example. Speaking of which, Matt seemed pretty tipsy himself. His face was all red and he was slumped on the couch, talking to Mark. "C'mon, Mello~drink! Its no fun if you don't..." Some brunette slurred, shoving a cup in my face. I protested with a sweet smile, pushing his hand away. He pouted, cute.

"I'd like a taste of something else, though," I whispered. Damn, the drunkness of everyone was getting to me. He leaned forward and was halfway to my lips when the host(I think) clinked a spoon against a beer bottle. I gave brunette a chaste peck on the lips before pushing him away. He blushed, crawling away.

"Lets play 'truth or dare'!" someone shouted out. What was this, a girls' sleepover? But everyone was too drunk to protest, and I certainly didn't want to be the one to ruin their fun. We gathered in a circle on the floor, Matt forcing his way between everyone to sit beside me. I ignored him.

"Hey...Mello..."

"You smell of alcohol," I grimaced.

He smirked, burying his face in my ear. "You smell like strawberries."

I turned to Luke sitting on my other side, grabbed his shirt collar and pulling him into a hot kiss, letting Matt witness it. Yeah, I'm evil. "Okay, let's get this party started!" the host shouted, throwing an empty bottle into the middle of the circle. I broke away from Luke. He kept touching me, though, his hand straying everywhere. Maybe kissing him wasn't such a great idea, especially since I know he has a secret desire for me, though not so secret. Matt leaned on me, trying to join in. God help me. "Someone spin the goddamn bottle and start the fucking game!" I shouted, pushing both of them away from me.

"Well...since you're so eager*hic*...why don't you start out then," Finny graciously decided to suggest. The others didn't seem to oppose this idea, and leaned forward eagerly.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Fine, fine. Truth."

"Losing your virginity!" the guy, Chuck was it?, shouted out eagerly, waving his hand around. "We want the details!" I blushed, looking around the circle. Everybody waited excitedly for my answer. Well, I guess everyone was eager to know about an event that happened a gazillion years ago.

"Ok, fine. Since you guys wanna know so badly," I began, "Here's how it went. When I was 14, I had a roommate. I think his name was Noah. And…well, you know." Yeah, pretty anti climatic, but I didn't want them to know EVERYTHING. I coughed awkwardly, waiting for someone to comment.

"How did he look like?"

"Um, kind of brown-orangey hair and brown eyes. Pretty cute."

"What kind of person was he?" Oh God, it's like they turn into a bunch of teenage girls when they're drunk.

"He was quite a nice guy. Popular…smart?"

Matt cleared his throat. "Uh, he was your…roommate." I nodded, realizing where he was getting at. "How did things turn out between both of you after that?"

"We didn't start dating, if that's what you meant. We just carried on as usual until he migrated to Australia."

The atmosphere became pretty tense after that, and everyone seemed to have lost their interest in the game, some passed out on the floor while a few others just fooled around and drank more. Matt drank some more too while still sitting next to me, getting drunker by the minute, like he didn't even realize that I was still beside him. Funny thing, he was drinking more than he was before I told my story, like he was intentionally trying to get drunk. But that was his problem, as long as he didn't try to bring me into it. When I got bored of watching college boys and their drunken shenanigans, I decided to leave, stealthily, so people didn't try to make me stay. Matt tugged on my pant leg when I stood up. "Take…me—me wi…th you," he mumbled. I assumed he wanted me to bring him back to our room. Good thing I stayed sober. Sighing, I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up, clutching his waist and wobbling to the door. No one tried to stop us on the way so I got out hurriedly and stumbled down the hall. Fuck, Matt was kind of heavy, and he was leaning all his weight on me, mumbling gibberish. I threw him onto his bed, almost falling down with him. I didn't know whether I should get him out of his clothes or not, but after some consideration, I decided against it. Hmm, now thinking of it, Noah's hair was like Matt's, but a tad bit lighter. It was really soft too. I wonder ifMatt's hair if soft…I extended my hand ready to have a feel, when I came to my senses.

Whoa what was I doing? I scampered away and turned off the lights before I did something weird. I crawled into my bed, hiding under the covers. Stupid Matt.