𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝟎𝟏𝟎. 𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞

"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?"

♫ obsessed- mariah carey

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CHAPTER 10
"TWOFACED JOSIE"

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the drive to madi's house was, to say the least, awkward. no one was talking, especially melina and matt, and the only sound in the car was the faint music playing in the background. when they finally pull up into madi's driveway, everyone piles out, leaving matt and melina to exit last.

madi huddles everyone together near the front door and whispers, "does anyone else feel weird, or is that just me?"

"no, i feel it too," izzy laughs, bending down to tie her loose shoelace.

melina walks over to the group just as they're all murmuring at the doorstep.

"madi, can you stop shaking like a grandma and just open the door?" chris says impatiently, watching her fumble with the keys. "oh my god, i need to pee!hurry!" he squeals, hopping up and down.

"you shouldn't have chugged that pepsi," izzy laughs, amused at chris's antics.

as matt closes the car door, his phone vibrates in his back pocket. he checks it, sighing when he sees josie's name flashing on the screen again—she's in town for the weekend and wants to meet up.

finally, madi gets the door open, and everyone piles in. chris rushes straight to the bathroom, the door slamming shut as nick yells after him, "you might as well break the door down!"

madi heads to the kitchen and offers food to everyone since no one had eaten lunch at school. melina declines and heads to the living room, sinking into the couch while izzy, nick, nate, and madi start preparing food.

matt announces he's going to use the bathroom upstairs, leaving his phone on the table next to the couch where melina's seated. she scrolls through her phone, but matt's phone keeps ringing. after a few more calls, she picks it up, declining the calls at least three times without checking who's calling.

chris finally comes out of the bathroom and sniffs the air. "what are you guys making? it smells good!"

"we're making pasta, chris." nick replies, glancing at melina. "mel, you sure you don't want to eat?"

"i'm sure, thanks! but i can help set the table if you want?" she offers, sliding her phone into her back pocket. as she gets up, matt returns downstairs and grabs his phone, frowning at the amount of missed calls and messages from josie.