Matts POV
I walk into last period Language Arts and try to conceal my sorrow through a pair of fabulous reflective shades. Apparently, this doesn't work because my BFFTAS see right through their star-spangled lenses. Hannah, being the subtle girl she is is first to speak,"Matt what's wrong with you? You're not strutting into class rocking those shades like normal." I sit silently next to them and shoot her a glare through my shades. "Matt, fucking tell me what you fucking problem is" Her em.. colorful vocabulary mocks me as I turn my American gaze to Gianna. "Matt." she scolds and I look to the clock, my late arrival awarded me only 2 minutes left in this dreaded hell hole before I can escape to the safe haven of my purple bed, mini fridge, wifi, and Netflix membership. Come on, 30 more seconds, 20, 15, 10, 5.... The bell rings and I turn to the girls tilting down my glasses, "My house. Tomorrow. Noon." And I walk out the door to go home.
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The CATT Fic
Teen FictionWhat happens when Two boys, Matt and Carter develop feelings for each other at a school were their crazy straight best friends are insane stalkers....
