Disallowed ⇔ Matty Healy

Chapter 8

~Della~

I snatch another plate from Matty's hand again, before he's even had chance to fully reach his arm out to pass it. I turn my back to him as i dry it. Feeling awkward and uncomfortable around him now. I mean, obviously, It's been awkward since he came. But since dinner, i dunno. I keep finding him looking at me. And smirking. A real, yes, I'm looking you up and down stare. As though he's wanting me to catch him doing it too.

"You're welcome. Again" he spits, again. Sarcastically with an amused head shake as he continues washing up.

I keep on giving him the silent treatment. Fearing that if i open my mouth and say something, I'll snap at him. And i won't be able to stop.

He rinses the cloth out when he's done, before squeezing past me to get to the kitchen top and wipe it down. I don't budge to give him more space to get past easier. This was my kitchen before his. As stubborn as that may sound. But I've never once denied been a stubborn shit.

He passes past me again, only this time, he ends up brushing his front up against my back. Placing a hand on my hip. I freeze the instant i feel his hand touch me. What the hell does he think he's doing?

I peek a glance at him through the corner of my eye. He continue's to wipe the counters down. Looking as though he's totally oblivious to what just happened. Well, what he did.

I take my eyes away from him, fearing I'm acting slightly over the top over this. It's not like the guy's just grabbed my backside or gave it a slap. He touched my... hip. I shake my head with an eye roll at myself. Get over it Dells.

"What?" Matty catches me off guard when i wasn't aware he'd been looking at me... again. It really shouldn't of surprised me. Why does he keep watching me?!

"What?" i snap back. Repeating him. 

He shrugs his shoulders with another chuckle.

"So" his word sounds around the kitchen before he continues. "How long has your boyfriend played the guitar?" he asks with a smirk.

I turn towards him slowly. "What's that got to do with you?" i ask. Stopping what I'm doing to scowl across at him.

He laughs. "It's just a question" he says innocently.

I clear my throat, throwing him a shrug. "Probably longer than you" i tell him. Trying to better Adam over him.

"I see what you're doing" he replies quickly.

He throws the cloth back at the side of the sink when he's done. And then leans himself up against the counter, facing me. His hands held out towards me.

I frown across at him confused and slightly panicked. Don't even dare try touching me again!

"Towel." he wiggles his fingers. "Wet hands" he laughs.

I shake my head at him with a straight face. "You'll have to wait" I tell him, playing the petty card now. I concentrate on the same plate I've been drying now for about five minutes so it's bone dry. Unaware that he's taken a step closer to me to snatch the towel from my hand.

The plate slips out of my grasp suddenly, crashing onto the floor and smashing around my feet. I stare down at it, panic hitting me as i wait for my mum to scream and kick up a fuss about her 'best china' now being ruined.

I scowl up at him when my mum screams out "What the hell was that?"

"Great!" i mumble out loud. Dropping my head as i hear her heading for the kitchen.

"Mum i-" i begin to explain. But Matty cuts me off, surprising me.

"It was me, Mrs Jones. It just slipped out of my hand. I'm sor-"

She smiles across at him. "Don't worry about it" she holds a hand up before heading for the cupboard for the dustpan and brush.

What? So he doesn't even get a lecture. Just because he's the new kid here. No, heck no. Why should he be praised and get away with this. I can guarantee the same won't happen if i took the blame.

I take in a deep breath. "No mum, it wasn't... him. I did it" i wince. Ready for it.

And rightly so. She stops, standing back up from her bent down position. She sighs heavily. "Bed. Della!" she spits, turning her back to me to clean up the mess that WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT.

This is ridiculous!

I don't bother trying to fight my case. Bothering to explain why i just admitted to something i didn't do... to basically prove a point. Because, what's the point?

What i feared- mum favoring him over me, is already happening. And the kid hasn't even been here a full day.

I stomp out of the kitchen. My dad passing me on the way. "What's happened?"

I don't stop. I walk straight past him. "Ask perfect boy in there" i call back to him as i run up the stairs.

I throw myself down on my bed. Allowing the frustration and anger to fall from my eyes. Always seeming to cry instead of lashing out when my blood boils.

I wipe my eyes. Now annoyed with myself for letting this boy get to me and annoy me to tears. I grab my phone from my bedside table and send Adam a text, asking what he's up to. Pissed off that it's Friday night and I'm not even allowed out.

Well maybe I'm sick of always following the rules in this damn house, and being rewarded with zero respect.

If i was to sneak out. I doubt anyone in this damn house would even notice now with him here anyway.

There's a sudden knock on my door. I grab the covers, flinging them over me before i call out "Come in"

But instantly wishing I'd just ignored them when he walks through my bedroom door.

This boy is slowly driving me insane!