Raven Note:

PLEASE READ: I'm currently going through the process of editing it, so if you read it in the present tense, and then it suddenly goes to past, it's because I haven't gotten that far.

Thank you.

I do not own Death Note. At all.

Also, this is my second ever fanfiction, so I hope it meets your expectations. ^w^

Matt's POV:

I re-adjust my goggles as I follow the headmaster around school.

"Okay Mail-"

"Matt." I correct before we stop to stand outside what I assume is my classroom door. He then gives me a frustrated look before continuing.

"Right. Matt. When you go in, I want you to introduce your self and then go sit down. Best not to get into too much of a conversation with Mr Robinson, he's a bit... Strange..."

I nod at him; resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Most teachers are 'strange'.

"Good luck Mai- Matt. Right. Go on in now. You'll be fine. Just make some friends."

I shoot him a disgusted look as I register he was talking to me like:

a. I was a five year old.

And b. He actually knew me.

He sighs at me apologetically and then I trudge in, digging my Game Boy Advance out of my bag when his back is turned.

Mello's POV:

"Mello! Watch out bro!"

I don't even need to turn around, and I catch the spit ball between my index finger and my thumb. Gross. I then turn around and glare at the perfect student that was my main culprit for throwing it.

Nate River, or Near, as he prefers, smirks at me. Always wanting to get my attention, the little freak. Stupid sheep boy. Ignore him Mello, before you get up and punch him in the face.

"Settle down class. We're going to have a new student today, so please at least TRY to make him feel welcome. On the first day at least." Mr Robinson pinches the bridge of his nose, remembering the incident with the last new student.

"And he should be joining us... Right about... Now!"

Such a fucking creepy teacher. Psychic. And... Creepy...

The door opens slowly and a redheaded boy walks in, flicking his hair out of his orange tinted goggles. I'm surprised he doesn't fall over, seeing as his face is practically glued to the Game Boy Advance that he's holding.

"Come on boy, to the front please!" Mr Robinson shrieks.

The boy nods vaguely, still not paying attention as he slowly troops to the front and stands beside our wacko teacher.

"What's your name, boy?" Mr Robinson questions dramatically.

Said boy glances up. He is cute. Like, really cute. Small nose, pink lips, pale skin, slightly freckled cheeks. But he's such a nerd, by the looks of it. As if that wasn't obvious. Nerds aren't just smart they're horrible and geeky and weird-

"Matt." His voice (which is pretty sexy by the way), interrupts my thoughts.

"Matt?"

"Yeah. Matt."

"Matt, what?"

"Just Matt."

"So, you don't have a last name?"

'Just Matt' smirks. "Tress."

"Matt Tress. Mattress. Nice." Mr Robinson rolls his eyes, bringing his hands up to fix his navy tie.

The whole room, with the exception of me, starts to laugh. What's so funny? All he did was claim he was a comfy thing people sleep on. Jeez.

"So, Mister Mattress, want to put that game away and tell us your real name?"

He pauses to look up from his game, and then grins. "No... And erm...- No. So, where do I sit?"

Mr Robinson, who was by that point annoyed, sighs. Then it was his turn to give off some sort of smirk. The sort of smirk that would have made me quake in my leather. But, I'm not a pansy. So I don't.

"Go sit in our only free seat, near the back." Mr Robinson points to the seat next to mine, still looking creepy. Then Matt shrugs and starts to waltz over here. And as he sits down next to me, the room gasp quietly. Matt peers around, a confused look on his cute face. What Matt doesn't know, is that people that sit next to me usually got chased away by my mad fangirls and fanboys. And then to a different country of some sort. Either that, or I'd threaten them, and bully them to death. I sound mean, but I have my reasons. Totally...

I glare at Matt; it was quite hard to see what his eyes are looking at, with his orange tinted goggles covering them, but I'm pretty sure he's staring at my crotch, open mouthed.

Oh dear, not another one. I mentally face palm. He thought I was a girl at first, too. I move some of my hair out of my face and smirk at him.

"Like what you see Mattress?"

"What? No. Just... Surprised. Yeah. That is a good word to explain with."

"Really? You're another jerk who thought I was a female. Right?" I raise my eyebrow at him. And then, it was him who smirked.

"Of course not, Jackass." He says sarcastically.

Everyone who is in hearing range stares at him. Again, Matt doesn't know of my scary fame at this school.

"My name isn't Jackass, Rug-Muncher, it's Mello."

"Mello?" He scoffs. "What sort of name is Mello?"

Now it's my turn to come up with a hilarious name pun.

"Mello, is my last name. First is Marsh."

"Marsh Mello. You've got to be kidding me."

"No shit Sherlock."

"Fuck off, Watson," he mutters. "You're a nutjob, 'Mello'."

Even more people are staring at us in shock. Including Near, who appears to be holding back a smirk.

Matt turns around, obviously noticing the strange boring of eyes on the back of his head.

"What's up with the little Sheep dude?" He asks.

In turn I smirk. I have officially decided I like this guy.