Matt

I didn't know what's been up with Mello lately; all he did was sneak around. And he always looked nervous, avoiding me and shit. Then I found out the reason why: he found someone. Someone. And I had to see the whole love scene develop RIGHT in front of me from our dorm room window, and it was almost enough to shatter my heart, almost. That was it for me, wasn't it? After seeing that, surely my heart would let out and it'd be over. I'd stop going after Mello; I'd stop getting hurt. And that was it.

So I let it go.

But the scene I saw the next day manage to split my heart right through the middle, like a perfectly prepare dish. And Mello sure looked like he enjoyed eating it. He walked out after class that afternoon, probably heading to see his someone, and I wasn't intending to interfere. Like I had said; I was over. So I left too, not bothering about him. Maybe I'd go bang a brunette, remind myself why I hate blondes. As I walked past the art room, I saw Mello enter it. That was...weird. Was his someone in there? Ok, I know I said I'd stop meddling, but I just wanted to see how this guy looked like. No harm, right? I walked up gingerly and peered through the transparent door pane, spotting Mello making himself comfortable next to some queer looking guy. I didn't believe it at first, but then I saw Mello smile brightly at him, so bright that even his eyes lit up; those beautiful eyes...no way. Impossible. I lost Mello to this ratbag? Mello, the sexy college slut, fell for a nerd? What kind of chick flick shit is this? I stepped back from the door, wide eyed, shocked, surprised.

Still fuming, I stomped back to our room. There is something seriously wrong with that kid if he's gonna choose some loser over me. Not that I was jealous or sour or anything (well, just a little bit), I was just so shocked. Love knows no bounds, I knew that, but Mello didn't. He has STANDARDS, high ones, and that douche definitely did not fit it. What did he have that I didn't? I have nicer hair, a nicer face, I'm probably bigger…

Perhaps I wouldn't be so pissed if it was Nick or Luke or any of Mello's other hot friends, but really. Ugh! Is everyone going crazy or something? First with Duncan and his sudden outburst and now with Mello too? I should just drop out of school; too much shit's going down in here. I flopped down onto my bed and sighed, exasperated. This sucked so hard. Even after what Duncan said, after what EVERYONE said, I still thought I stood a chance. It was a small enough hope, but now it's gone. I glanced to my right at Mello's empty bed. It was already made, pillow fluffed, blanket folded. Getting up, I walked over to the bed and sat down at the very edge, careful not to crinkle the sheets. Wonder what he's doing with his someone right now. It's hard to imagine. I sat quietly, pondering my next move. I was not in the mood for video games right now, or even if I was I probably wouldn't be able to focus. I was also not in the mood for sleeping or talking or thinking. I could go find Duncan but…

Christ, nothing was working out. The only thing that filled my mind was Mello and that dude and the unfairness of the whole situation. I could not just sit back and watch it all spiral down. Yes, I know I said I'd stop caring, I know I said I'd give up, but not like this. I stood up and with all the determination I could muster, I ran out of the room. Too bad it was only until I reached the school building that I started to think realistically. What if Mello wasn't even in the art room anymore? Of course, it would be even worse if he was. What the hell was I suppose to do or say to him? 'No Mello! I'll treat you way better than this guy. Go out with me instead!'? Yeah, didn't think so. But my legs wouldn't stop moving and it led me up to the dreaded room. The strong smell of oil and paints creeped into my nose as I neared it, too near to back out. My steps slowed as I heard what sounded like panting coming from the room.

Shit, Matt, turn around turn around turn around, my heart kept telling me, you're not going to like what you see. And I knew it too; I wasn't THAT dumb; but my movements continued as I inched closer to the door. I didn't want to look, I knew what was happening in there, but I couldn't stop. My breath quickened as I looked through the door. I was still hoping, just a little bit, that my assumptions were wrong, that I had gotten it all wrong, that this was not happening. Thinking about it was one thing; you could still convince yourself that it may not be true. But now…my own eyes wouldn't deceive me like that. Mello was having sex with someone else. The only thing that relieved me a bit was that it wasn't that weird kid he was sitting next to earlier, it was the teacher. Our new art teacher.

Just as Mello let out a cry of ecstasy, my knees simply gave way and I slid down to the cold hard ground, letting the coldness of everything envelope me. I didn't know it was so possible to hurt so much.

…

I waited outside at the bench for Mello to come out. He'd probably walk out hand in hand with that teacher, smiling, flirting, happy. But I was going to ruin it. Who cares if it hurt them; they hurt me. I've had enough of giving in. surprisingly, though, Mello came out alone and he didn't look very happy.

"Hey!" I stood up from my seat and sauntered over to him. He stopped and turned to face me. His face showed the astonishment his words couldn't express.

"M—Matt?" his eyes were red.

"Why're you crying? Shouldn't you be happy?" I asked sarcastically.

"What are you saying?"

"I saw everything, Mello. Once again, I had to see your glorious romance. So, how was it? He's your one true love, isn't he? That teacher. God damn it, Mello, I don't even think that's LEGAL."

"Stop it!"

"I won't! You should stop! Surely, you wouldn't want the whole school to find out about your little affair would you? He could possibly get fired."

His eyes widened as he came to a realization of what I was saying. "What do you want from me…?"

My sadistic streak was out now. There was so much I could ask for, so much I wanted to ask for after all the shit he's done to me. "Stop seeing him. Ever. If I catch you even stealing one small little glance at him, you know what'll happen."

"W…why are you doing this, Matt?"

"Because I'm bored, tired? I don't know. But I know I'm pissed. Really, really pissed."

He kept quiet, pinching the hem of his shirt.

"Also, come on a date with me. That's what couples do, isn't it?"

"We're not a—" I raised a brow and he stopped mid sentence.

"Lucky for you, I've got a pair of tickets for the Cheetars' concert this Saturday, right around the corner! How lucky, right?"

He remained silent.

"Come on, Mello. Don't look so afraid. Smile for me. At least pretend that you're excited. After all, it isn't really a punishment, is it? It's just a date. After all the hell you've put me through, this is the least you could do."

Something glint in his eyes as he stared up at me, but I didn't know what it was. It was probably hatred, but I didn't care anymore at this point. With a final glance at me, he turned around and walked away.