Matt Espinosa Imagines

Imagine #42- Love Doesn't Work On a Clock

Your P.O.V.

It had been 4 months since the whole incident. I broke-up with Matt when I didn't see how much I needed him.

Each day I woke up thinking I was still with him but then realizing I lost him. That pain struck my heart everyday. It felt like I was getting shot over and over.

I dragged myself out of bed into the shower.

"Why did I break up with him? I don't deserve the most caring and hottest people in my school. This is all my fault." All of these thoughts pounded I my head everyday.

My thoughts revolved around how stupid I was for letting him go. He understood me like no one else did, was over there and I was a bitch, why would anyone want a relationship with me?

That night was like a vivid reoccurring dream. The night where everything changed for me and Matt, and not in a good way.

The Night Of..

Matt and I were hanging out tonight. He had a football game and was coming over after, we were going to eat pizza and do some other things...

It was 11:46 and the game ended at 9:30, where was he?

Finally at midnight he stumbled into my house. Great, that was his third time being drunk that week.

"Hey babe, ready to scream louder than you ever have before?" Matt asked and smirked at me.

I wasn't turned on at all, I was pissed. He used to only party on Saturday and wouldn't get drunk that often. Now he was drunk at least twice a week and it was concerning me.

"No because we aren't having sex when you're drunk Matt. I'm worried about you Matt, you were supposed to be here at ten and it's midnight. You used to never drink this much and loved spending time with me, what happened? Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Oh my gosh, can you spell mom? I'm fine (Y/N), can you let me party a little. Some of us like to have fun and do more than hang out with friends and get good grades. You know, I'm so sick of you controlling me like a bitch. I don't even want to do this anymore, if you're gonna be such a control freak." Matt slurred in my face. 

He spit on the floor and I realized, this wasn't the Matt I fell in love with. 

"You know what, this isn't the Matt I fell in love with, this isn't the guy I started dating. Matt would have been here early and not care if we had sex or not. He wouldn't get drunk all the time and if there was something wrong the Matt I know would tell me. I care Matt and I know you don't mean what you are saying, something is happening. Just let me be there for you." I said back to Matt. 

"The girl I dated, isn't the one I expected. I had to wait 4 months to finally have sex and we still only had it like once or twice a week, I'm like whipped by a prude! Even if things are wrong why would I tell you, my girlfriend wouldn't understand." Matt laughed pathetically at me. 

"I'm driving you home, because you can get into an accident and after this we'll talk some more." 

I grabbed Matt's hand and pulled him into my car. We didn't talk in the car, it was silent.

We got there 10 minutes later, and I unbuckled him. We walked to his porch and sat down on the bench. 

"Matt, I love you and I need to know, if this is worth it to you. If I'm not worth it then just say the words." I asked him honestly. 

"(Y/N), I wanna party and get away, if you can't deal with it, which I know you can't, go away. I don't need you." 

Immediately Matt's eyes went wide.