Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me Oh, this guy's intimidating! Matt though to himself, unable to rid himself of that little smirk that was plastered across his face. This was just so exciting. He didn't have anything against Mello, of course. He just hadn't gotten into a good fight in a long time, and he was curious to see if the blonde was all bark or if he had some bite to him. And with how angry Mello already was, Matt felt certain that Mello was about to start swinging. Matt wasn't sure that he'd win the fight even if they did get into one, and he didn't really care if he did or not. The outcome wasn't as exciting as the buildup. His eyes were shimmering beneath the lenses now as Mello stepped up to him, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. He stared directly into the dangerously narrowed icy blues of the other boy, not so much as flinching. Matt just smiled, slowly lowering his hands from behind his eyes as they practically stood nose to nose. Ooh Did I strike a nerve? He teased, not even realizing that they had drawn a crowed until suddenly the dumb hall monitor was wedging herself between them to force them apart. Matt's eyes widened a little then, brow furrowing into an irritated, flat glare as he looked to the girl. His smile faded just as quickly, forming a frown. Tch... what a pain in the ass. Mind you're own-- eh?? Suddenly, Mello was shoving past him and through the crowd of students. H-Hey! Wait a sec, Mels!! He called out, waving a hand in Mello's direction and taking a step towards him only for the hall monitor to grab his arm before he could escape. She began to lecture him, but he hardly head a word she said. His focus was on Mello, who disappeared around the corner. Growling, Matt grabbed the little slip of paper that the girl shoved into his hand before making his own way through the crowed. He crumpled the paper up and tossed it aside as he went, but.. he was too slow. Mello had slipped out, and Matt had no idea which way he went. Man... well.. there went THAT little tid bid of excitement. Deflated, Matt let out a sigh and, sluggishly, began to make his way off campus as well. Where was he headed? 'Home'. To his mom's boyfriend's house. His mom was in jail over some petty shit, again, so Matt had nowhere else to go. He knew that once he got there, it would mean a fight. Especially if the motherfucker had been drinking... And he was right, because Matt woke up the next morning face-first on the kitchen floor, his head aching and throbbing. Grunting a little, the boy slowly pushed himself up into a witting position and moved to run his head, only to wince when his fingers met a bump on the back of his skill. That fucker hit him in the back of the head with a bottle, knocking him out cold. Speaking of 'out cold', Matt glanced over and noticed the man slumped across the lumpy sofa. He was passed out, arm dangling off the side of the couch with a beer bottle clenched in his hand. Glaring flatly at the bastard, Matt stumbled to his feet and dusted himself off a little. I hope you die of alcohol poisoning, asshole. He grumbled, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it as he stumbled stiffly from the house and headed outside. He had been fully dressed when he and the old man got into it, so he wasn't going to bother to stick around and get changed. Besides, a good smoke, a small walk, and some fresh air could only do him some good. And he was right. Smoking was, in Matt's opinion, the best way to deal with pain. It made him feel better, it numbed his pains, and everything else. Matt was just walking... he had no way of knowing he was headed right towards a certain temperamental blonde boy.