End Of Me -Matt Sturniolo-

Chapter 23

I made the bold decision to skip history.

I cannot deal with sitting with Matt in a classroom with no escape.

Literally fuck my life.

I pace up and down the hallways literally about to break a sweat with how stressed I am.

I've never skipped a class before and I'm shitting bricks. My parents are gonna kill me if they find out.

Oh god my mom is gonna obliterate me off the planet.

Fuck.

I look at my phone to check the time, only 20 minutes of the class left. I can survive.

I gotta tell my friends I love them and to play determinate from lemonade mouth at my funeral.

As of right now Matt's not invited.

He can stand outside for all I care. Once he stops being a baby he gets an invite.

Who am I kidding I'm the one being a baby by skipping a class to avoid him.

Study hall was bad enough I don't need to be sitting next to him for a whole 50 minutes contemplating my existence.

I glance at my phone again noticing not even a minute has gone by, I also notice a text from my dad which almost makes me shit my fucking pants.

~

Dad

Can Matt take you home?
I just got called in for work
And won't be able to pick
You up

Yea

Okay tell him I said
thank you

I will

~

No I won't. Stop lying.

I'm not even gonna ask the bitch to take me home. I'd rather walk.

That's not a bad idea.

But it's fucking raining. The world is definitely against me because what the fuck?

Whatever I'd rather get sick from walking home in the rain than get in a car with Matt right now.

God I am a baby.

I turn the corner to walk down another hallway when out of nowhere I feel the sudden impact of someone walking into me.

"Oh shit I'm sor-" he says as we make eye contact.

Fuck my life.

I hate the world.

Skipping those manifesting tik toks really did a number on me because shit is so messed up right now.

"You're fine Matt" I form my lips into a firm line as I look up at him.

"Uh...why aren't you in class?" He asks me as he scratches the back of his neck.

So he does talk?

I was honestly beginning to think he pulled some little mermaid type shit and he traded his voice into Ursula and was unable to speak for a second.

"I didn't wanna go" I deadpan, really having no interest in small talk.

"Oh, am I taking you home?" His voice stumbles.