This is not my fic, i found it on fanfiction.net AND I AM SO IN LOVE WITH IT OMG!!!!! I didn't even ask the author to post it on there but i'll post it anw lol *feeling so guilty*
Enjoy~!
Author: Holli-chan
Look in the mirror: do you recognize the person there? Sometimes, the person you thought was you isn't at all. When this happens, you need someone else to reach through the fake and pull out the real, even if it's so painful it burns... AU, MattxMello
A/N: This randomly came to me in Jamacia. o__o' Um... AU-ness. : )
OH, and this is rated M for a reason. For you jerkoffs who don't pay attention to the details, yeah, rathed M. Rated M for yaoi, yaoi buttsmex, hot makeout scenes, rape, abuse, cutting, smoking, possibly drugs, violence, and other random adult themes that will more than likely show up here. So if your not eighteen, don't read it. (Ha. Haha. Yeah. Right. That'll stop you. XD Wishful thinking, isn't it?) Anyway, I have a ton of chapters becuase I started writing this, so... yeah :)
Oh and, dear god, please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes *ORZ* This stupid MAC computer doesn't have SPELLCHECK on it's stupid thing T_T it;ll tell you you spelled sometime wrong, but it wont FIX IT or even tell you HOW TO SPELL IT _ I'm too lazy 2 use a regular dictionary so... sorry! :(
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
I dodged to the side, skidding on my combat boots and narrowly missing the poorly aimed punch aimed at my side by a bulky, dark haired boy. Not giving him time to recover i jump forward, roundhouse kicking him in the ass on his way down. He howls in pain, falling to the ground and rolling as he fell, a large scrape appearing up his arm. I don't let him have time to recover from that, either, pouncing on him and pinning him down, face down in the dirt. He growls in irritation and fury, but i have him trapped, jamming my knees into his spine and clamping my hands on his wrists over his head.
"Not so tough now, are you, Butch?" I hiss into his ear, a smirk on my face as i dig my nails into his wrists. "Or are you still going to be an ass?"
Butch doesn't reply except to grunt and try to struggle out from under me, to no avail. The croud that has gathered around is now cheering wildly, many of them high-fiving - Butch isn't exactly well-liked at this school, need less to say, and is a giant bully. A few of the other boys look angry, though, since they're his friends; nobody interferes.
"Hmmmm? You done being an ass-cake?" I ask again, louder this time, and introduce my fist to his ribs. He yelps, like a kicked dog, and nods his head, muttering for me to 'please get off of him' in a pleading voice. Satisfied, I hop off of him and dust myself off. Everyone either claps, high fives, givs me a thumbs up, or grimmaces before fleeing to whereever they're going before the fuzz show. And by "the fuzz" i mean the teachers. I follow suit, grabbing my backpack and swinging it over my shoulder before hurrying off of school grounds.
As i go I see a few girls pointing and swooning, which makes me smirk. A few guys give me thumbs up, because i just beat the shit out of Butch. On my way out the gate, I smile at some nerdy girl named Tammy, because i feel a little bad for her, and she almost faints. it's kind of amusing.
As soon as i leave school grounds, though, i relax my shoulders and slump a little, exhausted. School was always this way. Everone acted happy to see me, gave me thumbs up and smied at me, or gave me high fives, or winked and flirted with me. But the truth was, nobody really knew... me. They knew the fake me, they knew the guy who beat the crap out of bullies, the me who flirted with everyone and was number two in the school rank charts and number one on the infamous "hottie list" located, in red lipstick, forever on the mirror of the girl's bathroom. That was great, sure. Every boy's dream, right?
