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7. Apologies

Tobias' P.O.V.

All I can think about is how much of a big self centered idiot Mateo is. He thinks that it's only my fault that Sarah broke up with him even though there are other reasons, which are obvious enough.

I slam the door to my room and go straight to the bathroom, taking a look at my bloody face. It's like I came out of a gang fight. Well with Mateo, it's a regular day. Even thinking about him infuriates me, as I clench my fists on the bathroom sink.

"Fuck you, you asshole. Goddamn your relationship and your idiotic brain" I mumble to myself and then sit down on my bed, defeated.

Not even in the mood to clean myself up. I should wait until Mateo comes home too and then take him by surprise, punch him straight in the face. Or maybe get a basketball ball and throw it on him while he's sleeping.

There are endless scenarios of me getting my revenge, but that's all they are for now. Scenarios. In my head. As I'm starting at the wall with the biggest psychotic smile on my face.

Suddenly, the door opens and I stand up on instinct, grab some clothes I found scattered on the floor and rush to the bathroom. I want to avoid him as much as possible for now. How much did I even spent staring at the wall?

I take my time taking my shower, washing my face, trying to tell if my nose is broken or not. Then I get out and stare at what I brought with me. But then I realize that the clothes are Mateo's, not mine as I thought. One of his sweaters and sweats.

Well fuck me. This is definitely not my day. I rushed and couldn't even tell. I guess that after breaking my face the least he could do is lend me some clothes if I need them. Getting out of the bathroom naked, letting Mateo see me like that, is not even an option at all.

So I get dressed. They are a bit big, but fit me well enough to wear them while I'm hanging around the room, just being lazy. After being done, I still spend some time staring at myself in the mirror, counting every freckle I have on my face, being tempted to move on to shoulders and back.

I brush my hair and stare at my eyes so much that it almost starts to hurt and I feel dizzy. The reflection that I see isn't even mine anymore.

What the hell? He's the one that should feel bad, not me.

I gather up the courage to leave the bathroom, finally and immediately regret it when I make eye contact with him.

"Are those...." he checks me out from head to toe and I nod, but cross my hands over my chest.

"By accident I took them from the floor. Don't get weird ideas. And after today the least you could do is let me wear them"

"I didn't say anything" he rolls his eyes and I groan, sitting down on my bed.

Then we both stay silent. Time passes as I read and Mateo looks at his phone, texting someone. Most probably Greg. Suddenly, it starts to get dark outside and I can't believe we went on for this long without saying a word to each other.

Even for us, it's ridiculous and I'm tempted to say something but then he speaks up instead, out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry" he says and I stare at the ceiling.

"Eh" a weird sound comes out of my mouth as I try to act like I don't care about anything he says.

"Can you accept my apology?" he stands up and walks to my bed, suddenly making me feel in danger again.

So I stand up too and then lean closer to his face.

"No" I say and then lay down on my bed again as Mateo angrily stomps back to his.

"You hit me with a basketball right in my face"

"You kissed my girlfriend"

"Fucking hell. Will you ever let that go?" I stand up again and punch the empty space on the bed next to me.

"Never in hell!" he stands up too and I ruffle my hair in frustration. .

"Psycho. Fuck you!"

"You wish!"

Our faces are almost touching because of how close we leaned forward, but we're still screaming like the other isn't able to hear. I cross my hands against my chest again and stay silent, with the biggest frown on my face.

Mateo crosses his hands too and wears an upside down smile that makes me want to burst out laughing, wondering how he's even able to do that. We both look at each other, seeing who will give up first.

The eye contact develops into a staring contest that I have no plan of losing in. So as much as it hurts me, I open my eyes as much as I can, probably looking like a frog in the process. Finally, after what feels like forever, Mateo stands up and leaves the room without any warning, leaving me all alone.

I'm confused but also relieved that he left. And I exhale, almost as if a giant rock has been lifted off my chest. I take another look in the mirror at my nose and flinch.

It'll probably bruise up tomorrow.