Geek in the Pink

The first time I had ever seen Mello, I was in the middle of my math lesson. I had become quite bored and was about to yell something random to get attention when a blonde girl in all black walked in. She glared at the teacher.
“Do you have something to ask me?” he asked/demanded in his slight southern accent.
“Lemmie sit in here.” what the...HOLY CRAP! SHE'S A DUDE!
“Whut?”
“Let me sit here.”
“Whut?”
“Let. Me. Sit. Here.”
“What?” the class started to giggle. The blonde glared at the room of laughing children.
“What the hell, do you need a hearing aid or something? I said; let me sit in your classroom.”
“Have your parents taught you manners?”
“I don't have parents,” the boy stated. Mr. Hall rolled his eyes. No one had ever back sassed Mr. Hall before. He sighed.
“Tiger Woods,” he gestured to the desk in front of a Tiger Woods poster.
The blonde sat and began picking at the corners of the poster.
It looked like the boy was about to pounce on the teacher before I screamed bloody murder and slapped my desk as hard as possible. All eyes were on me.
“Oh, sorry. Stupid mosquitoes. I shouldn't let them scare me like that,” I said. They kept staring. So I shot my hand up in the air.
“...Whut?”
“Can I leave?”
“No,”
“Okay, thanks.” I got up. As soon as I began walking Roger was heard on the intercom.
“Matt and...Mello, come to my office.” I shrugged and kept walking followed by the blonde.
I entered the room and was closing the door when it was stopped by the boy's hand. Is he Mello?
“Hello, Matt. Mello. Have a seat.” He was Mello.
“Yo, Roger,” I said.
“Matt don't talk like that. You're from an orphanage in England for Christ's sake.” he sighed. “Anyway, I called you here to talk about your new roommate.”
“What?” I asked. I'd been here for years without a roommate.
“Yes, that's you, Mello.” I rolled my head back to look at him upside down.
“Yo, I'm Matt,” I said holding my hand out for a handshake. He stared at my hand. “Okay then,” I withdrew my hand.
“You have three days off of classes to get settled.” Roger informed us. We nodded and I got up to lead Mello to my room. We were there in what seemed like seconds and I pushed open the door and almost ran into the new bed placed in the middle of the room.
“Right, well, that must be your bed,” I said straightening. “The only rules are stay out of my video games and keep your 'gentleman's time' in the bathroom.” I pointed towards it. He rolled his eyes. “So anyway, what do you want to do?” I asked. He must be the 'Silent Type'; or type A as I like to call them. It's all in how you deal with the death of your loved ones. I'm what I call type C, the 'Unhumanly-Loud-And-ADD Type'. “Hm, so you're Type A...” I commented. He raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh, never mind. I'll tell you later.”
I walked over to my TV and plugged in the first cord that I grabbed-which happened to be my ps2. It whirred to life and I began tearing apart my room to find my controllers.
“Want to play?” I asked once I found them on top of the console. He didn't reply.
I sighed and plugged the thin cord into the box.
I plunged my hand into a pile of games and pulled one out; Kingdom Hearts Re:Chain Of Memories. Huh, I don't remember buying that. Oh well.
I dropped it in the tray and the console whirred once more before it forced me to sit through ten minutes of an introduction. Finally I was in the game and hit anything I saw. I was never big on Disney related things but this had caught my attention channel surfing. At least three hours later I paused the game and stretched. I looked to the clock.
“Nn, it's almost time for dinner,” I told Mello. He looked up from his textbook. “C'mon, I'm tired of those stupid doors,” I said getting up. He closed his book silently and followed me to the cafeteria.
Most of the food there consisted of some kind of meat product, so I picked up a salad.
Mello picked the same thing as me and we walked to my table. Only one other person sat with me, and that was Charlee. She was a mix of Type B and G. Being Type B means you're emotionless, and Type G is being protective of those younger than you; it also guarantees bullying.
I sat next to Mello across from Charlee.
“Charlee, this is Mello.” I informed. She looked up. Mello scanned her and I guess he decided not to say anything either. I sighed at the unnecessary silence. “Mello's my roommate.” I added.
“Roommate? I didn't know we were coed...” she said as she picked at her food. I caught Mello glaring at her.
“Uh, Mello is a boy...” I said. She blinked.
“I...sorry.” she stuttered. I looked at Mello who seemed to be ignoring us now.
“Uh, he's a Type A.” I said.
“Oh,” she replied looking at him more. I heard Mello sigh.
“Okay, what the fuck is a 'Type A'?” he growled.
“...Maybe a Type D too,” she added.
“Oh God, I hope he's not a Type F.” I said. Charlee and I looked at each other. Before I could say anything I noticed three boys sitting behind us sniggering. Mello was watching them closely. One boy got up. His name was Clyde. No one got into Wammy's without Clyde beating them to a pulp, and apparently Mello was no exception.
“Well well well,” he started. “What's your name, little girl?” Oh they were going to get it. Mello continued glaring at them. “Well?”
“He's...not a girl. And he obviously doesn't want your scrummy kind so get out of here.” I demanded. A second boy got to his feet.
“Oh?” Clyde said. “A boy, eh?”
“Henh henh,” the other boy, Zed laughed. “That's fine, we'll just use him as practice for fighting. Look how weak he looks!” Zed pointed to Mello's stomach and the boys laughed.
“C-come on guys,” the third boy said from the table. “Do we have to hurt him? He's new, who knows what he's been thro--”
“Shut up Leon,” Clyde barked. Finally I screamed at the top of my lungs and began banging on the table as hard as possible. Yeah, I like to hit things. I guess this was my way of dealing with not-so-good situations.
“Matt, what the fuck?!” Mello yelled.
“I...uh...iunno.” I said shaking my head. “Hey, I have an idea!” Clyde raised an eyebrow.
“...Matt what is it?” Mello asked after minutes of silence.
“I...don't know. Uhm, let's go back to our room!” I decided, grabbing Mello and Charlee's hand. We stumbled away and upstairs to my room.
“So why did we come here?” Charlee asked.
“I don't know. Just felt like it.” I leaned back on my bed and she sat on the side. Mello sat on his bed and took out his textbook again. “Soo...” I started.
“I think I should go. Roger's probably going to do his rounds soon.”
“Right. See you later.” I said and she walked out, silently closing the door behind her.
“So what now?” I checked the clock. It was only 9. He continued reading. I pulled out my DS and played the game that was already in there which was Grand Theft Auto: Chinatown Wars. As I attempted to get away from those bloody cops after jacking one of their cars, Mello spoke.
“Matt...”
“Yeah?” I asked, letting myself be busted. I cursed quietly under my breath.
“What's a Type A?” I smiled.
“Type A...is someone who is almost always silent. See, I group everyone by letters. Like, I'm Type C; friendly and hyper, I guess. Charlee would be B and G.” I explained my logic and he seemed to understand it.
“Type F...that's those guys from earlier, right?”
“Yeah, and people like Type A only talk to a few people.” He nodded. I soon realized I could barely keep my eyes open. Mello was probably tired as well. “Mel,” I really should stop using random nicknames for people. No one answered. I looked over to him. He was sleeping. No wonder, it was almost 2am. I decided I would sleep too. Tomorrow would prove to be a long day.