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Chapter Twelve | October seventeenth
Matheo's POV:

Hot water cascades over my head, down my body; heat radiating through the closed ensuite. The droplets of water encase my back and the dips between my shoulder blades, skimming over the still sensitive skin after all these years; burning and stinging the painful reminder of my youth.

I block the recurring mental image out of my mind, for just a moment, allowing everything to be still, peaceful, no thoughts weighing on my mind. I don't think that there's been a time in my life where I've been truly at ease; truly calm. Of course I know this momentary lapse of relaxation will falter almost immediately, then the constant alertness will follow.

With a sigh, I finish washing my hair and scrubbing down my body before turning the steaming water off and step out of my shower.

After wrapping a towel around my waist and brushing my teeth, I step out of my bathroom and into my bedroom. The cold air engulfs me, nipping at the bare skin of my torso. Though I tend to be like a furnace, running so hot that the cold air doesn't bother me much.

As I'm about to get dressed into my school uniform, the loud knocking one the other side of my door interrupts me. "Busy!" I call out, walking towards my dresser to pull out my clothes for today.

The aggressive knocking continues, but before I can tell whoever it is to go away, my door swings open, "I said I'm busy," I sigh, unaware of who it is as I continue to rummage through my door.

"Martinez! Did you take the last cinnamon scroll? That was my-"  She stops abruptly, her angry tone faltering. Realising who it is, I turn around sharply to reveal a certain brown haired, short girl who I'm sure is the daughter of satan himself.

"What the fuck, Swan!?" I exclaim, tightly clutching the towel that is hanging loosely around the lower part of my waist so that it doesn't not fall.

Cordelia stands, dressed in her uniform; a sweater over the top of her button up shirt, a tie over the top of the sweater, her somewhat short blue and black plaid skirt coming down to her upper mid thighs. Sheer tights on her legs, and simple black heels on her feet that add almost an inch onto her height.

She stares at me with wide eyes her mouth slightly agape. Though, she's not looking at my bare chest or anything like that, she's just looking at my face. Big, deep and midnight blue eyes boring lasers into my soul.

So, either she is incredibly fascinated by my (extremely handsome) facial features, or she's caught a glimpse of the thing I spend the majority of my time concealing from all but the few people I've allowed to truely see me. She has seen things I spend so much energy into hiding, resting in between the muscles and dips of my left and right shoulder blades.

Or maybe she's just seen the two tattoos I have on my body: the one on the lower half of the left side of my chest, and the one that is peaking out, resting just below my hip bone. To be fair, this is the first time she's ever seen me shirtless since we were children, when I most definitely did not have these three different things on my body.

Then she snaps out of it. She shakes her head, her eyes wandering around my bedroom as she examines the interior, stopping at the boxing bag hanging from the ceiling for just a moment, before glancing back at my face. It makes sense for her to look around, this is in fact the first time that she's ever been in my bedroom before.

Cordelia hesitates, nibbling at her pink bottom lip before asking, "Matheo- that...on your back... how did-"

I'm sure the color drains from my face as I look away, cutting her off. "Is there something you need, Swan?" I ask, trying my very hardest to keep my tone even, calm. I do not want to have this conversation Especially not with her.