A/N: I want to thank fallout-killjoy for being my FIRST reviwer! You don't know how much it means to me and-

Near: I believe expressing such gratitude at an alarming rate will only affect you negatively.

Matt: IT'S THE SHEEEEP

Me: Whaaaat? When'd you get here?

Near: I'm not quite certain.

Me: Oh well. DISCO PARTY TIMEE!

Matt: YASS

Near: Mea does not own Death Note, she only possess her original O.C, Fate.

Me&Matt: *AWKWARDLY FALLING ON THE FLOOR WHILE ATTEMPTING TO BE DANCE PROS*

"We-were you eavesdropping?" Matt stuttered, struggling to comprehend how this gender confused kid already knew his name.

"Of course." The kid said inbetween bites. "Did you assume I wouldn't?"

"I didn't assume you would." Matt retorted, getting a sudden burst of confidence. The blonde stared.

"I like you. I'm Mello, by the way." Mello stuck out his hand.

"Matt." Matt shook Mello's hand, formimg a silent agreement.

"I realized." Mello chuckled dryly.

"So you're a guy, then?" Matt broke the silence. Mello stared at Matt.

"Really?"

"What? It's just a question." Matt shruged his shoulders innocently.

"Yes. I'm. A. Guy." Mello said through clenched teeth.

"Crossdresser?"

"Agh! That's it!" Mello stormed down the hallway, in a furious rage, chomping down on his chocolate bar.

"See you at lunch!" Matt called at the retreating form. No sooner had the words left his mouth, he bumped into somebody.

"OH!" the figure exclaimed, turning around. Matt saw her face and remembered the wild, curly hair and pale, blue eyes.

"I'm s-sorry." Matt stuttered, yet again, at a loss for words. A light blush crossed her cheecks.

"Oh no, no, that was all me, I need to watch where I'm walking more often. That's what everybody says." A minute of awkward silence passed until she spoke again.

"Well, I have to be going, see you around." The girl quickly scurried away, before Matt had a chance to react.

"Mello?"

"What?" Mello had calmed down since the incident, and Matt had learned not to bring up cross dressing again.

"Do you know everyone here?" Matt inquired. This caught Mello by surprise.

"I would think so."

"Any redheaded, blue eyed girls?" At this, Mello looked at Matt quizzically.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just do." Mello shrugged.

"Yea, I do. The name's Fate. She came here a couple years ago. She's always been really smart, 2nd day here and she was already second in line, after Near, of course."

"Near?"

"The white haired freak."

"Ah."

All throughout the day, Matt kept thinking about the redhead. Fate, as he'd come to know her. The next day, Matt awoke, ready to forget the girl who began to occupy much of his thoughts. As he headed down for his first lesson, He stopped short.

"Oh, hello again."