A/N: Here's chapter two everyone! It's shorter, but it came quickly. Chapters for this story will probably be sporadic and short. But hey, that just makes it more fun, right? Be sure to review!

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The next day, Matt and Linda sat in their Chemistry class. The gamer snored softly as the artist took furious notes. The bell rang, jolting Matt from his nap. Linda rolled her eyes and dragged him to their next class: study hall.

"Hey, Mattie," Linda whispered teasingly at the drowsy redhead.

"Wha?" Matt drawled, looking up from his textbook pillow.

"Oh, nothing."

"Then why'd you call me?" He dropped his head back onto his libro de español cuatro.

"Well," Linda continued, smirking as he tiredly lifted his head again. "I was just thinking. I know you tried to put up a good argument for yourself when I told you that you were the uke yesterday."

Nothing the brunette had just said registered to Matt. "And?" He asked, anyway.

"Well, I was thinking that I would repeal that statement if you could prove it."

Matt shot her a withering look. "Really? You're still going on about that?"

"Whoa, whoa. Wait. Did you just say what I think you just said?" Linda held open his eyes then pulled on his jaw and looked down his throat. A nice set of white teeth greeted her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Pancake breath was forced down her nostrils. She jumped back and scowled quietly.

"Matt! Linda!" Mr. Gardner called and put a finger to his lips.

The brunette lowered her voice. "Did you really just let something go? You always try to persuade me that you're the best in every way. Did you finally grow up or something?"

Matt fiddled with a black duct tape bracelet around his wrist. "Well I'm almost fifteen. I mean, I guess it's about time, right?"

"No, it's never time. You always said that you're never gonna grow up, that you'll be a kid at heart forever." Somebody turned on the lights of Linda's mind. "Ooh," She hummed devilishly. "Or, are you letting it go because you know it's true?"

His head snapped to look at her and he struggled to keep a lazy look in his eye. He snorted. "No way in Hell. I think we all know that I'm straight, so it doesn't apply to me anyway."

"Hey Matt, could you hold up some fingers for me?"

He flipped her off, and she squinted. "Maybe I do need glasses. That's three, right?"

"Seriously, what kind of shit are you tryin' to pull?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Huh? Oh, I was just checking to see if I was going blind," She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, "because I could have sworn I saw you and Mello snogging on your bed last night. And you were on bottom, my little uke."

Matt clenched his teeth and shot her a glare worthy of their English teacher. "Shut up," he growled through his pearly whites. His face grew red.

"So it's true?" Linda whispered excitedly.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just don't let it get out or I'll tell Finch you're stalking him," He warned gravely, nodding slightly to the left, where a scrawny blonde kid sat, hand to head and pencil to paper.

It was all she could do to not screech. "Now, now, we don't need to do that. Let's just clarify this: you and Mello are gay and you're the uke."

Matt flushed even more. "No, he just kissed me. I'm still not gay."

"Really, now. Hon, you seemed to be more into it than he was. Just come out of the closet before I have to go in there and drag you out," Linda threatened, cracking a knuckle with a wink.

"God, Linda! You've got a mouth bigger than a hippo!" He hissed angrily. There was another hush from the teacher.

Linda twirled her hair. "Just wait. You'll come out sooner or later, by your own will or against it." She looked down at her notebook. A chill went down Matt's spine.

Like that's not creepy or anything.