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teenage love at its finest/jealousy jealousy - gastteo

The day I met Matteo was the day I knew I had found my soulmate.

It was the first day of 8th grade and I was upset that Ramiro wasn't my table partner. That was until a certain brunette sat down next to me. I was breath taken, 5 years later and I still don't know why.

Maybe it was the slight smile that edged at the corner of his lips when I looked at him, maybe it was the snarky comments that made me chuckle, maybe it was the way his chocolate brown eyes flew across the paper, writing every single piece of information down, I don't know. I'm a confusing person. It wasn't until the second week of school that I actually talked to him. I was too busy studying him to ever communicate with the boy. But one day I finally did it and it was one of the best actions I could've ever done in my life.

It was quite an interesting day to be fair. For the first time at Blake, we were given a laptop. Me being the 14 year old boy I was, downloaded Minecraft. Matteo sniggered as he muttered, "Minecraft, oh Minecraft." I swiftly turned around to find his beautiful brown eyes staring into mine.

Totally not breath taken again.

I snapped out of my trance to see him slightly laughing at me. "Hey I'm the best bedwars player you'll ever find around here. "Are you sure about that?" Matteo said, eyebrows raised. "You bet, I've never lost a single game." "We'll see about that, Gaston." Matteo chuckled.

I was taken aback at that. Gaston, Gaston, right that's my name! Well I know that, but the way he said my name. It just sounded so natural. No one had ever said my name like that, not with that much enthusiasm. "You play minecraft?" I asked curiously. "Of course, I'm the best minecraft player of all time." Matteo joked. "Well you sure have a big ego, I'll give you that."
And that was the day I became best friends with Matteo Balsano.
Every afternoon we'd go out to skate, something that Matteo actually taught me. I didn't think much of going to my local rink, the Jam and Roller till Matteo finally forced me to. In reality I was terrified of skating but I just wanted to make Matteo happy. As Matteo slowly guided me through the steps of skating I couldn't help but notice the way his face radiated with happiness. He looked so happy to finally teach his best friend something that he had loved so dearly. At one point we had done almost everything together, we were the school's biggest troublemakers and soon the most popular boys in the grade. We messed around together, made jokes, got in trouble, we were meant for each other.

Not in a romantic way of course.

Or so I thought.

From the start I had always felt something different around Matteo. I didn't feel the same thing I did when I was with Ramiro. When I was with Matteo, my world stopped spinning. He was always a ray of sunshine for me, making me laugh or smirk at a snarky comment. He had always been the center of attention in what I thought was a platonic way, but I was too young to realize it. I was too young to understand the true definition of love. Of course I had dated a few girls here and there, but it was middle school. We did nothing but hold hands.

But sometimes I wished Matteo was the one holding my hand.

The idea had always been pushed to the back of my mind. I kept on pushing it back and back, till I forgot about it. Entering freshman year, I was confident. I wasn't the nerd I had portrayed myself to be, I was stronger and more confident. Most of it was thanks to Matteo to be fair. Without him, I wouldn't be as confident as I am today. I had almost forgotten about the thoughts I had about him when I was younger. I had realized that Matteo would never feel the same way as I did, so I just shrugged it off. I was young and didn't realize how much this would come back to me, almost like a boomerang.

It wasn't until 11th grade that I realized I was in love with Matteo.

At the time, Matteo and Ambar were dating, but it didn't bother me. Why? Well because Matteo never saw Ambar as someone he truly loved. Ambar was superficial and we all knew it. She didn't love Matteo, he was her pawn. A pawn to a game only she knew the solution to. Their relationship didn't make me jealous in any sort of way. They were fake and I didn't condone that. Although Matteo tried to act like he cared, he didn't. But it wasn't jealousy that swept over me, it was anger. I could've treated Matteo so much better. Matteo didn't deserve what he had gotten from Ambar, I could've made him a better person. But no, Ambar made him worse in a way that I could never imagine. He stopped caring about me and my feelings. It was always about Ambar. Sometimes I really did think he cared, it made me burn with jealousy. But no, I had to pretend everything was alright. I was always the third wheel. It wasn't annoying in the sense of having to physically be the third wheel, it was the fact that I had to emotionally bear the pain that was seeping through my body. I just wish my love life wasn't so messed up.