You've Seen My Scars, Now Show Me Yours

Every once in a while, things happen in your life that you don't expect. Or rather, you don't expect them to get so much worse or better, or bizarre.

…But then they do.

My Name is Mail Jeeves, but it's kind of awkward to introduce yourself with such an odd name, so I chose to go by the nickname 'Matt' since I was young, not that everything else about me isn't laughably awkward already. To put it simply, I stick out. From my vibrant burgundy colored hair to my choice in attire, I'm not the most subtle freshman in high school. Thankfully, that hasn't kept me from making some good friends. Near, for example, isn't a very talkative kid, but we have a lot of classes together so we usually help each other with homework and studying. We're about 3 months into the school year, by the way. Everyone is settled in, knows their way around, and has figured out which teachers are going to give them shit for pulling out a PGS in the middle of class…or is that just me?

Anyway, it was during an otherwise boring second period math class that everything got set into motion. Near and I were working on a sheet of relatively simple equations when a sound that could've made even the most stoic of ninjas flinch came from outside. Although Near and I have both heard this sound enough times to know damn well what it meant, we couldn't help but scoot our desks in unison with the rest of the class to see out the tiny window on the classroom door that lead to the hall to see some of the action. I could only see a male senior, Errand Salphe, eyeing something out of my view with enough malice to reduce any right-minded person to a state of alarm, at the at the very least. Especially considering how Errand is a big and scary dude to begin with.

There were quite a few people I could name right now whom I know would have the balls to pick fights with seniors like that. Though because of how often one particular student did this, only his name came to mind at the time.

"Mello," Near confirmed to me under his breath. He must've seen him since his position gave him a better view of the window than me. That was all I needed to hear to lose interest and go back to my work while everyone else watched. The one out there who was fighting Errand was Mello. In other words, the one fighting Errand was the embodiment of a typical high school asshole that could care less about anyone other than himself. I didn't need to be acquainted with him to know this. You could tell by the things people said about him, the way teachers grimaced at the mention of his name, the glares he's given me on the few occasions that me and the sophomore have crossed paths, and the mere aura of violent intent that he gives off. I've been troubled by his kind in the past, but long since then have I vowed to never let myself be open to the games of a classic school house bully.

Although "classic" would be giving him a little less credit than he deserves, I have to admit. Mello, if anything, was more on the extreme side. The kind who gets into fights like this at least twice a week, as if everyone and everything bothers him to some extent. And because of that he is virtually friendless, of course…

By now, one of the teachers from this wing of the school had taken control of the situation. Both boys were in the office now. Everyone was still looking on as they got dragged away, teeth bared from both sides like wild animals while they mouthed curse words and insults at each other. I did notice, though, that Linda had an especially interested look on her face. That girl who sits two rows ahead of Near and I, whom I happened to know was Mello's (self-proclaimed) girlfriend at the moment. She was actually more like a mutual friend between both Mello and Errand, but it wasn't hard to tell that she was friendlier with Mello than anyone else in the school, if you know what I mean. Mello didn't feel the same way, judging by how he treats her pretty much the same as anyone else here. Just because he didn't have friends, doesn't mean his reputation left him without air-headed "admirers." That also didn't mean Mello gave any effort to acknowledge his fans, though. Anyway, about her face…

For someone who claimed to "love" both Mello and Errand, her face was not at all sympathetic, or even worried. That could be explained by the fact that she's probably gotten used to Mello's many fights, but even that did not explain to me the small smirk of amusement that was where the worry should by.

Or maybe the situation need not be explained at all. Classic high School Drama. And Liars.

However wrong I was to think this, I took comfort in my false sense of security on the grounds that I'd never have to worry about the affairs of people like the infamous sophomore, Mello, and we all went back to our high school lives. Me, only for the time being, though.

Well, that's the first chapter. things start picking up in the next one, though, so please no flames yet! If you wanna let me know what you think of it so far or let me know if you see any grammatical mistakes, I'd be very grateful ^^