Note: a mid week update to make up for the missed update of two week ends ago! Aaaaand... a cliffie, yeah baby!

Mello
I probably exaggerated the price a bit too much, but I was in such a bad mood that I couldn't help it but take it out on him. He didn't even show up in the amphitheatre plus I had heard Layla chat with another girl about him, and the other chick had convinced the bitch to take him back because 'you're crazy to give up a guy like him, he's just too cute to let go!' which I only could agree with, but at the same time I didn't want her to have him.

So when his car, which motor's sound I recognised even without looking behind (there's not a lot of old Camaros driving around the campus or even town, and the sound of the engine is really typical), slid along the pavement and stopped at my level, and that he asked how much he owed me, I inflated the price of my pants of a good 75 bucks. I don't buy the cheapest leather pants, but 200 bucks was really an overstatement. But he didn't know, obviously. He just frowned and drove away.

I heard heals stack behind me from out of the building, and smirked when I saw Layla's disappointed face as the brunette came running from the amphitheatre but wasn't fast enough, as the redhead was already gone, the chick pitifully standing a few feet away from me on the pavement.
So much for taking hours to paint your stupid face in the university's bathroom, bitch.
I don't have that problem: I shower, I brush my teeth, I detangle my hair, I put my leather on, and I'm done. No need to fix anything in the bathroom anytime of the day, I'm naturally awesome. I don't even have to shave my face, I don't have the slightest duvet on my chin. I hardly grow hairs on my legs and crotch anyway. Girls always ask me if I'm a true blond. I'm the real thing, baby, yeah...

I stirred a chocolate bar from my messenger bag, ripped the tinfoil open and began to take small bites, letting the treat melt on my tongue, contentedly watching the Camaro's back in the distance.
I felt unpleasant goosebumps along my spine when Layla's voice resounded next to me. Even the dentist's roulette sounds better than her voice...
"What were you doing in Matt's car earlier?" she asked out of the blue, "I saw you in his car, and he didn't seem pleased at all."
I slowly turned my head and stared at her scolding expression.
Okay.
First, you don't scold me, bitch.
Second, that's none of your business.
Third, Matt? Oh right, that's what she had called him before she dumped him in the parking lot. Matt. Mmh.

I smirked at her. No, I wasn't going to snap at her, I had a much better idea.
"Well, since you had teased him before abandoning him, he needed some relief, if you see what I mean."
I winked and slowly catwalked away, totally satisfied with her stunned expression.

Matt
200 bucks? I kept repeating the amount the blonde fag had told me, but it didn't lower it in the slightest. How was I going to find the money?
While I was driving, I reviewed my whole room in a mental search of something I could sell, but unfortunately, there was nothing of a value high enough to cover the leather pants. So I decided to find a job. My parents were against it since I was already helping my father in his car repair affair to prevent him to be forced to hire and pay a new employee because of the extra work he had, and they didn't want me to make too many extra hours so I could focus on my studies.
Not only would I have to find a job, but I would have to hide it from my parents. That wasn't going to be easy.

I drove all over town, applying wherever there was a chance for me to find a job, but most of the students jobs were already taken at that time of the year, and I didn't have the skills for the remaining ones. All I could do was repair stuff like cars, electric devices and such, and that was about all.
Out of despair, I entered the leather shop, determined to have them let me help in the store in exchange of a pair of leather pants. It would probably take two months to work enough for 200$ since I could only work a few hours per week but I was cornered.

The store owner was kind enough to let me explain my case, when I had expected her to throw me out. I used my charms on her although she was in her forties, that couldn't hurt, and actually it revealed itself useful.
But suddenly, when I announced the amount of what I was supposed to replace, her eyes went as wide as plates.
"But honey, you're being ripped off!" she exclaimed, leading me to the pants rack and showing me the tag of the most expensive trousers hung there. I wouldn't know, but they seemed to me like the ones the blonde fag wore, very tight with the front lacing thing, and they only (well, 'only' was already expensive nonetheless, for me) cost 125 bucks.
"Bastard" I muttered under my breath, feeling anger rise in me.
"Listen, I have a few things to fix here, like the light in one of the trying booths that doesn't work anymore, and my automatic iron curtain that I have to open and close manually since the system is broken. Fix that first, and I'll probably find some more for you to do, until I consider it's worth the pants' price. Then you'll bring your friend here and he'll get new pants and you won't be ripped off. Although I guess a real friend wouldn't try to steal you like this. But that's just my opinion." she shrugged.
"He's not my friend, I don't even know him." I groaned, before leaving the store. I would begin my job here tomorrow since I needed to bring some tools, but I felt relieved, I wouldn't have to work here for too long, and the satisfaction of giving the fag a little lesson the day I'd bring him here and show him the price tag was giving me a warm feeling inside.
Oh wait. That meant I'd have to show myself with him again. Shit.

I drove home, but I couldn't help but loop in my mind the fact that the blond bastard had lied about the price. Ok, I had almost knocked him down, and damaged his pants, but since then he'd been acting like a total douche with me, and we didn't even know each other so I didn't understand what made him think he could do that to me. He seemed the kind to do whatever he wanted without anyone's approval or without giving a shit of what people thought of him, I mean, look at him and the way he's dressed!
Thinking about that irritated me to no end, who the fuck did he think he was?

I'm not the kind for strong emotions like anger of hate, usually, but for the first time in my life, I had found someone that gathered all the requirements to be hated by me. And the cherry on top was that he was gay, which didn't help at all.

Mello
I was sprawled on my couch, music blaring from the speakers of my stereo, doing nothing, when someone decided to destroy my door. Or at least tried to. I jumped on my feet, ready to hit whoever was drumming on the wood as hard as what they were doing to my door.
"What the hell?" I yelled, when I cracked it open and almost received it in the face, as the person on the other side kept on hammering on it.
There on my doorstep stood the redhead. And by the look of it, he was furious.
I don't know why but it made me grin, and I stepped aside to let him in like if it was totally normal. He didn't make a move to come in though.
"200 bucks, huh? Why did you try to rip me off?" he spat, his tone strangely calm although I could hear a tinge of venom in his voice, "I know I'm responsible for the damage of your pants, but you obviously don't need the money, so why d'you lie about the price? Is it by stealing people that you can afford living here or what?"

I stared at him, not really knowing what would come next, if he was going to keep throwing his anger at me or hit me or else, so I kept on grinning face to him. He didn't appreciate it at all, something I could understand, it's not really pleasant to have someone clearly mocking you while you're furious at them.
He glared at me for a few seconds, but since I wasn't up for a stare competition (although looking in such beautiful eyes wasn't the worst way to compete), I broke the silence.
"Finished with your little tantrum?" I said airily, keeping my grin in place as I turned around, leaving the door open and gesturing in his direction to come in.
I heard the door slam and wondered if he would ever treat my door decently someday.
I plopped down on my couch again , looking up. But he still had his furious face.
"Come on, it's not the end of the world!" I sighed.
"Maybe not yours." he replied simply, "But I guess you just don't give a shit about the people you're playing with."
He walked back to the door.
"I don't even know why I came in, I'm leaving. I just wanted to tell you that I know your pants cost way less than what you told me and that I was going to replace them by a new pair from Black Eagle Leather as soon as I've worked there enough to cover the cost, but that you won't get a single penny from me. You may want to play with people, but I'm not your toy."

He didn't even have closed the door that I couldn't help but reply to the last word he said, slowly standing from my couch as I watched him leave.
"Such a shame, you'd be the perfect boy toy though..."

Within seconds, he was back in front of me and his hand was firmly gripping my throat.