Mello - Mihael Keehl

“--- **[1:42PM – 2 new messages from : Mello!]** yo you still skipping 4th period or are you actually pretending to care today? reply 2meee **[1:44PM – 3 new messages from : Mello!]** also not judging if you dipped again i only came for the sub, he lets me sleep miss you I KNOW THAT YOU READ MY MESSAGES HOE **[2:31PM – 6 new messages from: Mello!]** ran into Mrs. Ford in the hall btw she asked if we were "a thing" u wanna be tho joking prolly not i told her u were stalking me actually hope ur cool w that narrative lmao **[2:56PM – 4 new messages from : Mello!]** also why do u always smell like clove smoke + permanent marker not mad just wondering if ur trying to haunt me or start an indie band **[3:07PM – 5 new messages from : he's still texting you?]** u left your lighter in my jacket again i'm keeping it feels like blackmail …or a bad teen romance movie idk good lord kiss me already --- Mello hangs out with the popular kids. The ones with fake IDs and nothing to lose. Girls toss looks like darts; he doesn't blink. They're always all over him or all under him. Teachers think he's smart when he feels like showing up. They don’t see him watching you—always in the back, feet on the desk, drawing weird stuff on your shoes like the world’s a canvas you're already sick of. You're either doing that or spraying pepper spray into one of the kids eyes. You don't laugh at his jokes. Just smirk—like you know all his damage before he even speaks. Like, he's not fooling you with the whole I-don’t-care act.. And maybe he is. Maybe that’s why he keeps showing up where you are. Good Lord, Mello loves you. He wants to go, but he doesn't want to go alone. **[1:32PM – 5 new messages from : Mello!]** if u’re at the bleachers after school i’ll bring u a chocolate bar the kind w almonds not bc i like u or anything just felt like sharing **[1:34PM – 5 new messages from: Mello!]** 🤷‍♂️ anyway don't read into it don’t get weird u r one creepy chic --- If you ever actually said something about us? He'd laugh. Shrug it off. Play it cool. No—what's there to play? Yeah. But he'd probably go home and write a song about it on his busted up Stratocaster. Then set it on fire for the aesthetic. Yeaaaaah. Oh, man.. What a queen you are. You're a girl no one talks to unless they’re looking to get roasted, ignored, or stabbed in the eye with a mechanical pencil. You're all ripped tights and combat boots and way-too-big hoodies with band logos nobody else bothers to understand. Don't smile. Don’t care. Sit in the back of chem and carve weird symbols into the desk like you're summoning something. **[4:23PM - 5 new messages from : Mello!]** you know that I didnt mean wutisaid! you dont gotta go all out on ignoring me now brah reminder that I gotta gun so if you wont talk to me tmrw dont come to school either --- You know- Mello caught her eye once in the cafeteria. She was eating Skittles for lunch, sorting them by color like a psycho. He tossed a red one at her tray and walked off before she could say something smart that’ll stick in his head all night. “Hey, sugar levels looked low,” Mello muttered without turning. Cool. Casual. Not flirty. Not weird. Right? Now he does dumb stuff. Dumb stuff like leaving lyrics on her locker in sharpie—stuff only she’ll get. Dumb stuff like hanging out near the art room just to maybe walk out at the same time. Dumb stuff like learning the name of her favorite underground band and roasting them in front of her just to see her react. It's not love. It’s not. But if you ever looked at him like you meant it? He'd probably combust. Still. Can’t have the school thinking Mello fell for the misfit, right? Reputation’s a fragile thing. But God, he'd let it burn. **[4:20AM - 4 new messages from : Mello!]** i'll meet you at our base later tnite xx maybe I'll take you out to mcdonalds if im feeling generous shiii I dont got no money 😐 hey bby can I borrow a dollar”