Matthew Espinosa Imagines

He Loves Me

*Skyla's POV*

Today was my birthday party, and I couldn't be happier, but I am also over the top nervous.

I was wearing a white skater skirt and then a white crop top, then high top converses colored white and red. My hair was in a messy brown haired French braid, wisps of my hair framing my tan and "make uped" face.

In my opinion, I looked just fine. But when I started thinking of all the popular and pretty people coming over, I immediately looked like a trash can.

At least Matt's coming, I assure myself. Get it together Skyla.

I suck in a huge breath and then canter down the stairs to the kitchen, checking every single snack bowl and drink station.

Soft music was playing now but soon enough this whole house would be vibrating off the beats of the 1989 Taylor Swift album.

My best friends Kylie and Lyla were already here, their eyes glued to themselves in my body long mirrors in the guests bedrooms.

I growl under my breath from my birthday stress and then I finally grab them by their wrists and tug them into the kitchen.

They both groan annoyed. "Skyla, will you calm down?!" requests Lyla with desperation.

I sigh and then fix my hair for the sixtieth time and shake off my hands all fidgety like.

"Aww she's so shy. Don't worry, Matt will totally think you look hot" Kylie smirks, hair flipping like the sassy white girl she is.

I give her a look of pure annoyance. They think that my best and closest friend, Matthew Lee Espinosa, has a crush on me.

Haha, no.

"He doesn't like me, okay?!" I silently yell, trying to conclude this whole topic.

"Do I need to show you the text messages again?" Lyla challenges.

"Please no" I beg.

Of course, Lyla does anyway, snatching out her phone like a pistol and opening her messaging app and showing me her and Matt's conversation.

Lyla: Hey Matt

Matt: Sup Lyla

Lyla: You going to Skyla's party tonight?

Matt: Wouldn't miss it for anything.

Lyla: Right...so what'd you get her for a
present?

Matt: That's a secret between me and her.

Lyla: Why? Is it like something romantic?

Matt: Look, I gotta get ready. Cya @ the party.

Once I'm done reading, I push the phone back to Lyla and cross my arms stubbornly.

"See?! He dodged the question! He sooooo likes you, Skyla!" cheers Kylie.

I open my mouth to argue but then the doorbell rings. All three of us both freeze and then hurriedly make it to the door and open it for a crowd of my friends to enter for my party.

And that was the end of the discussion.

* * *

More people flew in, in crowds, pairs, and even avalanches of people.

Soon enough, my house was completely overflowed with people.

But one person was missing that I was wanting most there, and that person was Matt.