(Matt POV)

I didn't know why exactly Roger thought that putting us in a regular high school would be a good idea. I guess I could understand that we 'gave him migraines and sent him to the hospital on three separate occasions', but why did he think that it would be any easier on him if we were sent away? Of course, I hardly ever caused trouble, as long as I had a video game in front of my face. And Near was always the same little angel he's always been. And anyone with a brain can guess that if we aren't causing any trouble, that only leaves Mello...

'For everyone's peace of mind', the jerks in the school system had decided to put Mello a grade above Near and me, so I had few classes with him. In fact, there was only one class with all three of us: theatre. Let me tell you a story of an average day:

"Okay class," our teacher, Mr. Spomil, began, "one of the first things to learn in theatre is that everyone is an actor. We act all the time. To our friends, family, teachers. To do this, we use a thing called 'persuasion tactics'. There are all kinds of ways to persuade people to do what you want. So we are going to perform an exercise today in which we make use of these tactics."

"I will call up two people from the class," he continued, "and one of them will sit in this chair. Their goal is to stay in the chair, and the other person's goal is to use persuasion tactics so that they can sit in the chair themselves. To begin, I'll call up Linda and Ryan."

Linda, a girl from Wammy's, sat down in the chair, while Ryan, a normal high schooler, stood next to her, and began trying to talk her into giving him the chair. I watched with interest as he eventually abandoned this method, and decided instead to drag a stool next to the chair, sit on it himself, and lean creepily onto her shoulder. But Linda's resolve held, and she won the round. They switched, and Ryan sat down in the chair while Linda tried in vain to coax him into giving it up.

"Please Ryan, I really want the chair..." she pleaded. Needless to say she wasn't very good at this.

"Do a lap dance!" Mello shouted to her in recommendation, causing Mr. Spomil to glare at him. Linda ignored his suggestion, and lost that round. Next up for the chair exercise, Mr. Spomil called up Near... and Mello. I facepalmed, knowing that this would not turn out well, but immediately looked up again, because I knew it would be hilarious. I watched Near nervously sit in the chair, unfazed by the classes stares, but slightly perturbed by Mello's smirk as the blond stood next to him, waiting for the teacher's signal to begin.

"Go!" Mr. Spomil said, and immediately Mello sat down backwards on Near's lap, causing the young albino's eyes to widen in surprise. The blond retained the obviously very sexual pose of straddling the boy, and seductively put his arm on Near's shoulder.

But the first place Wammy's student had the resolve to stay with his eyes tightly closed in fear, and a disappointed Mello eventually got up. However, Near's eyes were still closed, so he had no warning as Mello suddenly picked him up from the chair bridal style, and rudely dropped him on the floor before claiming the chair for himself.

"Mello wins this round, so switch!" Mr Spomil announced over the clapping of various students.

Now Mello was the one to be in the chair, while Near nervously stood a few feet away, stating in a monotone voice exactly why Mello should give him the chair.

"It is only fair that since you were able to claim the chair the last round, I should be able to this round," he tried saying, barely believing it himself. But to my surprise, Mello actually seemed to consider this.

"Hey Mr. Spomil, I only lose if I get out of the chair, right?" he asked innocently.

"Yes..." our teacher replied.

And with that Mello immediately slid over to one half of the chair, and slyly patted the other half for Near to come over.

Briefly deciding his need to win prevailed over his fear of his rival, Near sat down next to the blond.

For about a half of a second, Mello did nothing, but then immediately put an arm around Near's shoulder. Then he wrapped his other arm around Near in a hug, and rested his head on the boy's shoulder, eliciting an expression from Near that I immediately decided would be my new phone wallpaper. With my phone discreetly under the desk, I snapped a photo right before Mr. Spomil ended the round.

Some people that were extremely boring in comparison also performed the exercise, then at the class's halfway time mark, Mr. Spomil announced the next activity.

"For the next exercise in persuasion, I'll have various students come up to me and attempt to convince me to give them this dollar," he said, holding a crisp dollar bill up for us to see, "and I'll give it to the best performer. Who would like to go first?"

Various hands were raised, but again I declined the opportunity, preferring instead to just watch the show. Again, Linda was called up first.

"Mr. Spomil, I'm always very well behaved in class, so I think that blah blah blah."

I very quickly ignored her and the next few people called up. Then a guy named Adam came up, and actually with a fairly good reason.

"Listen Mr. Spomil, I owe Shinobi here $17, and it would be really helpful if I could get some of that debt paid off..." he broke off as Mello interrupted him.

"I could pay off 17 dollars with sexual acts," Mello suggested, glancing at Shinobi, who had no reaction. I couldn't help laughing a bit at that.

"No Mello," Mr. Spomil sighed, "but you may be next if you want to."

He immediately jumped up from his chair and went to stand in front of our teacher, leaving me wondering exactly what "persuasion tactics" would be used. Unsurprisingly, Mello changed straight into sexual harassment mode. "Hey there big guy," he purred, running his finger across Mr. Spomil's chest, "I could really use a dollar right now..."

He continued before Mr. Spomil quickly told him that his turn was over. Once again, a few more boring performances, and then we were supposed to vote on who should get the dollar.

"So who do you..."

"Mello," we said in unison, more than half the class raising our hands for him to win. With that, Mr. Spomil reluctantly gave the smug teen the dollar, before Mello 'whispered' into Mr. Spomil's ear, loud enough for the class to hear,

"I can always go farther, if you've got the money for it."

The class was quickly dismissed.