𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 // 𝐦.𝐬.

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summer wanted to cry. right in lunch.

let me explain, there's some pieces you're missing.

in the past few days, the entire friend group basically boycotted matt. they ignored him, stopped letting him sit at their table in the lunch room, just stopped being his friends. all because they knew he fucked up with summer, and they were all on summers side.

even his own brothers stopped talking to him, only really seeing each other in the classes they had together and when they filmed for the youtube videos.

summer didn't say anything about it, because she was very thankful not to see him, but she also did kinda feel bad about ruining chris and nicks relationship with their own brother. when she did say that to them however, they basically told her to shut up and how they were on her side 100%.

matt and sylvia started dating, though she realized matt wasn't in it for them like she was. needless to say sylvia did her best to show off that he was hers.

anyways, back to summer wanting to cry right in lunch.

she looked over across from her over nicks shoulder, to see matt making out with sylvia. he had her against a wall, taking in full bites of sylvias tongue.

chris, who was seated next to summer, gagged and turned away, hoping summer would giggle. but instead, she stayed watching the 2 making out.

matts hand was on sylvias thigh, the thing he did to her. the thing that made her fall crazy for him.

matts pov:

"make out with me against this wall," sylvia demanded, pulling on my arm and basically forcing me to do it. i did it, only doing it because i had no choice. i felt so wrong as sylvia shoved her tongue down my throat.

i hate this. i can feel summers eyes on my back.

sylvia then grabbed my hand and shoved it on her thigh, pushing my fingers to make it look like i was willingly gripping her thigh. i wasn't. or at least, i didn't want to.

the only reason i went out with her in the first place was because sylvia said if i didn't she'd tell the whole school about summers dad and sister. i could never let that happen to her. she'd be crushed.

so yeah. i ditched summer and went out with sylvia. and trust me, i hated every single fucking bit of it.

i felt summers eyes follow us while sylvia drags me out of the lunch room.

back to original pov:

summer was just driving around the town, trying to get her mind off what she had seen hours before.

god, i wish rylee was here.

what summer hadn't seen was the text she'd gotten from an unknown number.

unknown

hello
this may be crazy to hear, but please just listen. just hear me out.
its bradley. your father.
i know we haven't talked in years and i know i left randomly. trust me, I'm sorry.
but i need you to call me right away.
its about your sister.

summer continued to listen to music as she pulled into the Mcdonalds parking lot, finally checking her phone.

"holy fuck,"

546 words

liz speaks!
hi ik this is crazy short but i needed to end it here for -suspension-
finally we're getting to the juice of the story.

qotd: how old are you?
me: i just turned 14 ;)

I LOVE YOU GO FOLD SOME FUCKING LAUNDRY