LET ME, mattia polibio (1) ✓

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"How can you not know where you are?" Mattia asks incredulously, "why would you let Robert take you somewhere you don't know?"

I breathe heavily through my nostrils as I bite back my anger, anger because I know that he's right. I've already had this argument with myself. I already know that I've been stupid; I do not need Mattia, of all people, to tell me that.

"Mattia, I really don't need a fucking lecture from you right now, okay? Probably because I thought he'd be the one bringing me home until he left me stranded in the living room of some strangers house party" I'm close to yelling now.

"Alright, alright" he says softly, trying to calm me down, "just try and find a street sign or something"

"Erm..." I glance around me, looking at my surroundings and seeing no bloody street signs anywhere, "I can't see any" I tell him, blowing out a sigh.

"There might be one further down the street"

I start to walk down the damp street and although I'm annoyed by the fact Mattia answered the phone, I feel a little better knowing that someone knows that I'm not in the best of situations and need help getting out of it. It makes me feel a little less alone.

"Oh, for fuck's sake" I exclaim after I feel a small drop of water land in the middle of my forehead.

"What?"

"It's raining" I mutter, wiping the droplet away as I feel a couple more drops land in my hair.

"Put your jacket over your head" he tells me, making me roll my eyes.

"Stop telling me what to do" I say, irritated.

"I'm only trying to help" he chuckles as I hear the chinking of what sounds like car keys in the background. It annoys me more that he's chuckling and not pissed off like me. Dick.

"I don't want your help"

"So you just want to stay stranded in the middle of nowhere?"

"If it means I don't have to talk to you, then yes" I reply through gritted teeth.

"Have you found a street sign yet?" He asks, ignoring my comment. I look around to see there's one just ahead of me. I advance quickly forwards until I can read it.

"Brook Avenue or whatever"

"Is that the street you're on right now?"

"Yes Mattia, that's why I fucking said it" I mutter.

He's quiet for a few moments as I assume he's typing it into google maps or something, before he pipes up, "got it, don't move, I'll be twenty minutes max"

Then he hangs up.

Well, fuck my life.

I let out a frustrated sigh. Is this really how my night has turned out? Having Mattia Polibio pick me up in the middle of the night from somewhere I don't even know?

The rain starts falling harder now and I contemplate putting my jacket over my head, but then I don't because I don't want to comply to Mattia's earlier suggestion, even though he isn't here. Instead I tough it out and just accept the fact that my straight hair will not be staying intact tonight.

I check the time on my phone.

1:37am. Mattia says he'll be here about 2. And he said not to move so I'm stuck here on my own on a street corner until he arrives. And I probably look like a prostitute. And with the way this night's going, I'll probably get mugged or kidnapped by someone walking past. Or mistaken for a prostitute.