Note: I took long to update but now you're gonna get an update every week end! Maybe more but it's difficult for me to write during the week since my work schedule is overly heavy (I'm supposed to work 40 hours/week but it's more like 50 now, and you can add 10 hours of train and subway so when I go back home, once I'm done with daily stuff, I just want to sleep, and only the week end is left for me to write).
I hope you enjoy this second chapter, the interaction between Matt and Mello increase! I have some stuff planned for this story now, I had a lot of time to think about it in three weeks ^^
It's probably meant to be longer than what I expected. But who will complain? XD

Mello
I was almost done with catching up with my Roman Civilization notes when lunch time arrived. I had had a hard time focusing on the boring voice of the teacher, since my mind had decided it was better to focus on the important topic of the day: was the redhead cutie gay or not?

I made my way to the cafeteria, and after deciding for a salad and a piece of chocolate brownie, I sat at a table next to the large window. From there, picking at my food, I suddenly got the answer to my question.

In a red car, an old model, the redhead was sat on the driver's seat, and a brunette that I think I saw in the amphitheatre this morning on the passenger's seat, and they were making out, paper sheets spread on the front shelf.
He had a hand on her boobs and she didn't seem to mind at all. Bitch.

A part of me seethed at that moment, realising that this cutie was not playing in my team, and another one was turned on. I couldn't help but imagine his hand on my chest instead of her boobs, but I quickly dismissed the thought and stopped watching. Or at least, I tried not to watch, but even if heterosexual displays of affection are not my thing at all, I was hypnotized by the way his lips moved on her, how his back muscles rolled under his shirt as he struggled to face her in the small space of the car. Well, it had nothing to do with a display of affection, actually. More of a heated exchange between a bitch in heat and a hormone driven male.

The guy was quick to get her, I had to admit that the thought of him being the kind of guy who only had to snap his fingers to get a girl was calling to my own experience. I could get all the guys I wanted (and girls too, believe it or not, as much as they always claim they want a tough guy that will protect them and acts like a man, if I had wanted, I'd have had them all too. You don't imagine what miracles my lean body and sexy ass can do on girls. Kind of a lesbian syndrome, I wonder.)

Mr Redhead was predatory, I could see it by the way she was completely giving herself to him.
Ah, not completely, after all. I saw the hand he had previously on her boobs make its way down south, and the girl push it away. They stopped kissing, they talked, and he nodded to whatever she said. She gathered her notes and they left the car, heading for the cafeteria, his arm around her shoulders.

I wasn't hungry anymore, half bothered by the fact he was straight, half hating the girl for getting what I'd gladly grab for myself. Oh fuck, I'd have to make myself a reason, Mr Redhead was straight, and that was all.

Matt
I didn't need much talking to get the brunette to follow me to my car with her notes so I could copy the first half of the Roman Civilization class I had missed. A smile and she became a melted puddle at my feet. Mojo level: 5/5.

We sat in my Camaro and I caught up with the lesson while we chatted.
She asked me some questions about myself. Great. I barely replied, asking her back, but I didn't really listen to her answers, I couldn't care less about the tastes and life of a girl I would jump and forget.
Once I had finished, I asked her to decipher a word she had written on the last page, that I supposedly couldn't read, and as she leant a bit to look at what I was pointing with my index, I caught her chin with a hand and kissed her. She gave in immediately and kissed me back.
Too. Easy.
The exchange heated quite fast, and I tentatively brought a hand to the boobs that were squeezed between her and me. She didn't say a word, except if you can call the tiny moan that escaped her a word, and kissed me even more feverishly. Oh God, she was so hot.

After a while, I decided to go for it and let my hand creep down between her legs, but she pushed it away, saying that it was not really the right place and moment for that. She was right since we were on a parking at lunch time in front of the cafeteria, with people walking around, but she quickly made me understand that she was more than up for what I had in mind, but in a better place, tonight. My backseat's springs were gonna get abused tonight, yeah baby.

Since she was willing to get laid, I decided to be a gentleman and invited her for lunch. That's totally me. I could be the sweetest guy with girls I was about to get, but once I got what I wanted, they could just forget it.
Seriously, I'd be a girl, I would never want to approach myself with the reputation I made myself in high school, I would runaway before getting used like a cumbucket. But for some reason, girls always thought they would make the difference and change me to a serious guy that would be their permanent boyfriend. What they couldn't process, apparently, was that love wasn't involved on my side. I'm a guy, heh.
I know I'm not the kindest guy when it comes to chicks, but at least I don't lie about my intentions. If a girl's too hard to get, I won't try to seduce her and make her believe sweet fairytales about eternal love just to bring her on my backseat. I move to the next one. Period.
And I should add, even if I don't want to sound misogynist, that they usually give up their pretty wedding dreams quickly and end up in my Love Machine all the same. My smile could give regrets to the most bigots ones.

Once we had our trays with food on it, I scanned the cafeteria for places. The brunette (that's when I realised I didn't even ask her name, or maybe I just had forgotten it... oh well) showed the only face to face empty seats left and headed for them before I could protest. Damn, we'd hat to seat at the table right before the one where the blond fag I saw in the amphitheatre in Roman Civilization this morning was. I don't know why I cared, but I got the same feeling than this morning as he watched me sit down. I had prayed for the chick to take the seat that was facing his direction, but she sat her back to him, so I tried to place myself in a way that made her hide most of him.
But she was petite, and I could easily see him stare in my direction over her head. Maybe it was time to start liking tall girls? And why was he staring?
I quickly focused back on Layla (I fortunately caught a glimpse of her name on her student ID as she wanted to pay for her food and I invited her) and I tried to keep my eyes on her face, although irremediably drawn down south to an area that seemed to protest against a way too small pullover each time she bent to whisper stupid things to me.

I almost freaked out when she stood up to get some water, leaving me in full sight of the fag. But it was nothing compared to what I felt when he glanced at me quickly before focusing back on what looked like a piece of chocolate cake that just had been murdered. Those eyes... so freaking clear and piercing, it sent shudders to my spine. I really, really, really, wouldn't want to find myself any closer to him. The knot in my stomach sent a wave of nausea through me. Even if he wasn't looking at me anymore at that moment, I felt like he was spreading his aura around me. Like if his gayness was wrapping itself around me. And I didn't want that to touch me. Am I homophobic?

He suddenly stood up, leaving his tray on the table, and walked to the exit of the cafeteria. Man, isn't he ashamed of swaying his ass like he does?
The cafeteria employee shouted at him to clear out his tray before leaving, but he just kept on walking like a cat on a fence and flipped the bird, not even looking at the employee, who simply sighed in despair, shaking her head.
I couldn't help but smile. This guy surely owned his world. And he suddenly seemed less ridiculous to me. But still gay enough for me not to want to deal with him.

Mello
Who did this guy think he was? Looking at me with disgust like he did? When I finally found myself alone, sat in the grass far beyond the parking lot, I ripped a chocolate bar open and snapped a chunk, munching it as viciously as my rage boiled in me. Who did he think he was, dammit?!
I had always pitied homophobes, because they're just ignorant stupid people scared by something they don't understand. I usually just shrug gay haters off, as long as they don't attack me verbally or physically, so I don't know what in this guy made me go out of my way, but I couldn't let go. I tried to breathe the angriness away as I snapped a second piece of my chocolate, but I couldn't stay in place, I was too pissed off to sit here still.

As I crossed the parking in the opposite way to exit the campus for a walk in town before the afternoon classes began in an hour, I suddenly heard wheels screech to a halt and it was fortunate I jumped ten miles high of surprise because I felt something hit my hip although I had moved a bit out of the way of what I finally saw was a red Chevrolet. It didn't hurt, but it hit me hard enough to make me fall on the concrete.

I stood up, dusting my leather pants and looking for any tear.

"Hey, sorry man, I was... hum... distracted." a male voice rose from the car's open window, followed by the stupidest female giggle I have ever heard. Whatever this bitch had been doing to him, the redhead had almost knocked me down.

He exited his car and approached me. I could tell he felt uneasy.
"Sure you're ok?" he asked, looking everywhere except in my eyes, trying to avoid my gaze.
"No, I'm not. My pants are damage because you can't keep your hands on your steering wheel." I spat. God, I wouldn't rape him, and my homosexuality wasn't contagious, why did he have to act so awkward?
"Aw, I'm sorry. I guess I'm gonna have to pay for the damage... just let me know how much I owe you, ok?"
He seemed really annoyed, more than the situation required, and I wondered where the cocky guy had gone. I was about to tell him it would be fine, and that he didn't have to pay, his puppy eyes stuck on the tip of his shoes making me feel bad, since I didn't need any money and could as well buy myself many other leather pants with what my parents were sending me every week for my stay in the US.

"Maaaatt, he's ok! Can't we just go now?" the brunette complained from the car, making me think better of the idea of telling him to forget it. Bitch.
"NO I'm not ok, I got a hole in my pants right on my butt and I'll miss the next class if I go back home to change them, and I can't go like that. And yeah, you're paying for that, sure thing." I seethed, glaring at him.
But he was looking at the brunette with a surprised expression.
"Layla, that's mean, I can't just let him like that!"
Well well well... playing the nice guy now?
Said Layla opened the passenger's door, slid from the seat, slammed the door shut and, huffing, she left, spitting a "Do as you like, but forget about tonight then."

I exulted. Not for long though.
"Aw, so bad... for her, I mean." he winked at me with a knowing look that made me want to slap him to death, "Like if I couldn't get myself another cutie before the night."
God, the cocky guy wasn't far.

Matt
I still felt uneasy, standing next to him like that, but it wasn't that bad, I mean, it's not like he was dirty or would contaminate me, I was being stupid to fear him. He wasn't going to eat me after all.
Actually, I was more annoyed by the fact that I would have to pay for the damage with money I didn't have, and couldn't ask my parents.

And then Layla dumped me, great. Not that I gave a fuck about her, but I'd have to hunt down another date for tonight, if I didn't want to get intimate with my left hand tonight (yes, I'm left handed).

I tried some humour since the fag was still glaring at me with eyes that made cold sweat run along my spine. He was freaking scary now, and unfortunately, my humour didn't work and I felt the nausea come back.

"Since you got a car, you're driving me home so I can change and then back here so I don't miss my class." he said in a tone that didn't leave any place to discussion. Who did he think he was? No chick had ever commanded me like that so I wouldn't let that queer try it.
"Hurry up." he glared at me again while opening the passenger's door.
Ok, I guess I will...