A/N: Ok, this is my second fanfiction. I hope y'all like it! It's MxM AU a la gakuen.

Don't hate me. I can't write.

Secrets

Mello was sitting by me, studying.

Right there.

Not very far away at all.

I'd just have to move his bangs out of the way. He'd look up, I'd lean in, and-

NO!

I mentally slapped myself and shook my head, trying to stuff the thoughts that had been there back in the corner where they belonged.

Images of me, and him, and-

NO!

I repeated my previous process, trying (again) to get back to here and now before I did something stupid.

I was Matt. The smoking (cigarette and skill) gamer. He was Mello. The rebel. We were at Wammy's High School.

I loved him.

And… He returned no such feelings.

Of course not! He had a girlfriend for Mario's sake!

Unless…

Unless she's just a ploy, that insistent, annoying, hopeful part of my mind murmured. Unless he's gay, or, just like you, bi, and he thinks like you do: that the one you love is beautiful, and you just aren't worth it.

The last part echoed through my mind like a whistle blast in a cave.

Aren't worth it, aren't worth it, aren't worth it…

"Ngh"

I hit my head on the bumpy table, and hit a spike dead-on.

"Ow!" I groaned, holding my head. "God dammit, why do I keep doing that?"

Mello looked up and laughed. "What the hell'd you hit this time?"

I groaned again and rubbed my forehead. "Shut up, Mister Tight Pants, or I'll tell Sayu that you stole me that pack of Camels!" Ok, so I asked him to steal them, but Sayu would just focus on the fact that he stole something. And she gets sorta scary when that happens.

His face bleached. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I?" I grinned.

"Fine!" he threw up his hands "I'll stop commenting about your klutzy tendencies! Just don't tell Sayu!"

I just snickered and took out my Game Boy. I had to get that 100.

At the very moment when we had settled into a comfortable silence, HE walked over.

"Oh, sparkly goombas!" I cooed, my voice positively gooey with sarcasm, "Here comes our best friend, the albino toysexual!"

Mello did an exaggerated groan and did a face plant onto his Calculus.

Near, the toysexual in question, dropped his backpack (Which was white, along with his hair, skin, clothes, and most likely internal organs), took out a couple Transformers dolls(According to him they're action figures, but they are totally dolls.) and began taking them apart.

"It's nice to know I have friends." He returned easily, snapping an arm on a body.

"He was using sarcasm, dumbass." Mello spat through his equations.

Near just looked up at him with a blank stare. "As was my statement, Mello. I'm not at the top for nothing. You of all people should know that."

That made Mello's head pop up.

"Oh, here we go." I mumbled, shaking my head and covering my ears in preparation for the rant that was sure to come.

Thankfully, just as Mello took a breath to begin, the bell rang to go to class.

Saved by the bell.

A/N- Okay, so it isn't great. I know that. But it's only my second fanfiction, so cut me some slack!

R/R, please. Reviews make for a happy author. (But please; only constructive criticism. If you wanna hate, don't hate on authors. Go on YouTube and hate on Chris Brown. He sucks.)