My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Twenty-Seven: Ronald Knox

"Senpai, you seem different lately," a blonde man with glasses spoke, "more assertive almost."

"Ronald, my darling, how many times do I have to tell you to stop using those weaboo terms on me?" Grell said sighing. He looked at his drink, then at the time, when would he be performing tonight?

"I can't help it! You're my senpai! Just deal with it!" he said, huffing before sitting beside the red-head.

"One that'll never notice you," Izaya chimed in.

"No one asked for your opinion, Izaya," Ronald huffed again, crossing his arms. Grell still hadn't answered his question. Why had he changed so much? Was it because of that new teacher at Black Hearts Academy? He heard Sebastian talking about it to Izaya, saying Ciel really liked him or something.

"I'm in-love," Grell sighed and placed his head on the counter, "I don't think I can survive another unrequited love..." he pouted.

"Sucks to be you," The Undertaker chuckled, sitting down on the other side of Grell. It was rare to see him alone here these days, usually Vincent was always with him. How lucky, for him to find someone to be with, meanwhile Grell was stuck in an endless loop of misery. Love was such a bittersweet thing.

"Undertaker, why don't you play with me anymore? I know you have a guy now but still...I'm so lonely," the red-head complained sitting up and resting his head on The Undertaker's shoulder.

"Why don't you go play with your 'kohai' over there, I'm sure he would love the attention," The Undertaker pointed to Ronald, "unless you are looking to have a threesome...but I'm not sure how Vince would enjoy that..."

Ronald puffed out his cheeks, these other guys didn't see him as truly one of 'the reapers'. He hated that, always being looked down upon. What was so great about the other two before him? He forgot their names...anyway the point is, they are all given this nickname (the reapers) because of their similar eye colors. Why couldn't he just be accepted already?

Grell grinned at Ronald, the poor kid had fallen for him hard. Maybe he could use that to his advantage, as an attempt to make William jealous. He doubted it would even work...but there was a chance. The red-head switched from The Undertaker to Ronald and whipped out his phone. 

"Smile!~" he said before taking the selfie. He sent the picture to William, wondering what his reaction might be. Since he had gotten his number, by force, he wondered if the man would even reply. William hated words and physical contact, those were Grell's two observations. But why did he hate them so much? Did he just find it hard to communicate with others?

Grell thought about how he had even gotten the number, reminded of the mark he'd left on William's neck...it was a simple enough task to get the digits. All he had to do was threaten to go further, (he really wished he could). Oh, what it would be like, to see that man dominate him. Or would he actually be the one doing the dominating? Grell hadn't decided, but either way was fun to imagine.~

Grell also couldn't decide who was the top in Shizuo's and Izaya's relationship. Was it the cunning shorter man? Or the stronger blonde one? Perhaps they just switched roles every now and again? He couldn't decide what he found to be more interesting, so he just kept trying to get the information out of one of them.

The stripper's phone vibrated, both Ronald and The Undertaker were leaning closer to him, trying to catch a glimpse of who this newfound love was. Unfortunately, someone else had texted him. Madame Red, asking where he put some files. Grell sighed, disappointed. Maybe he really wouldn't get a response back.

His phone vibrated again, he looked at the message, shocked. It really was from William this time! He read it, and dropped his phone, blood gushing out of his nose. The Undertaker and Ronald both stared at him as he fanboyed over what he just read.

Grell's Message: I'm out with this adorable muffin top! (But he has no clue how to take a selfie...look at that face...not sexy like yours at all) 

What're you doing tonight?~

William's Reply: Why the hell are you out this late on a school night? I'm obviously getting ready for bed. 

And so, this was the story of how Grell ended up passed out on the floor because of William's sexiness. He couldn't handle it. How can one guy look so good with those stupid stripped pj's? I mean look at those! They are adorable! Was he trying to kill Grell? Who would even think a guy like that would send him a picture! Good God, what even did Grell get himself into.

BUT THAT HAIR THO.

Grell slowly stood up and sat back at the counter, typing his rely to William. Maybe he would actually talk more to Grell if they texted, since he hated actually talking so much. Maybe writing would be better? Who knows...

Grell: I work at another place! Didn't I tell you that? I'm a stripper at a bar called Svante. You should come down sometime.~ I'd love to give you a show. <3

William: I should've known a guy like you would do that.

Grell: What is that supposed to mean?! -3-

William: Someone with your looks would enjoy showing them off. Anyway, shut up, I need to sleep.

"Guys, what does it mean when a straight man says you have good looks?" Grell asked re-reading the message to make sure that was actually what it meant.

"That he wasn't a straight man," Izaya stated.

"No no no, that can't be right..." Grell stared at his phone confused. He puffed out his cheeks and put the device back into his pocket, thoroughly lost.

"Maybe he is starting to like you! Isn't that great, Senpai?" Ronald patted Grell on the back.

"This is weird, I probably am just misreading things."

"Why don't you just accept the message for how it is? Instead of trying to make sense out of it..." The Undertaker suggested. 

Grell sighed, he hated false hope...but if he was going to fall in-love...might as well sink into the abyss all the way.

A/N: I think I'm updating too much in one day...I don't keep track of it...I should start...well no matter.