-'𝜗𝜚'- 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ⎯
matt sturniolo has forgotten all about
his childhood nemesis, not so
sparing her a thought in years but
that's most definitely because he
hasn't seen her. she hasn't been around
...
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⎯ irl 🧸
it's been a few days since the party and just like always when dilara drinks, enough time has passed for her memories of the night to come flooding back. truth be told, she was kind of hoping they did the opposite this time round so she could remain oblivious. being vulnerable around matt was most definitely not on her agenda but at least she was unaware of what was said. until of course, her mind decided it would be a great idea to push every interaction the two of them shared at the party to the front of her mind, readily available for her to replay and ponder over.
if there's something else about dilara, it's the way she tends to distance when she's unsure how else to feel. it's potentially a bad habit and she's not exactly unaware, she just can't help it, so to speak. so, this is why she finds herself in an uncomfortable situation. she had planned ages ago for her friends to come to her house today to hang out as normal but everything with matt has her brain working its way into overdrive. she's honestly been avoiding him to the best of her ability because he now knows things others do not. she truly wants to stop and act as though everything is normal but it's simply in her nature to shift her demeanour in such a manner.
matt finds himself glaring at her as she laughs with river and nick about something he can't quite bring himself to pay any attention to. she's acting as though he doesn't exist, casting her eyes to the floor whenever they accidentally connect with his across the room or mumbling short answers when they're involved in a conversation together.
to put it all lightly, matt thinks it's infuriating. he can't understand how she went from level 100 to 0 as fast as she did and why she's acting in such a way. it isn't as though he has done anything wrong, he'd be more than accepting of her behaviour if he had but he hasn't. the alterations are unwarranted and they're making his head spin, so much so to the point he can't even focus on anything other than the way she's avoiding him.
his mind is repeating one singular word; why? there's no reason for her to act this way and the fact that it's only directed towards him seems to make it that much worse. he studies her closely as she throws her head back, that fucking smile he can't seem to get out of his own head perfectly on display. he's not sure how much more of this he can take of this before he inevitably snaps. no spoilers but it's certainly not a lot.
when dilara gets up to head to the restroom, he finds it to be the perfect opportunity to confront her about it all, following after her discretely and ever so grateful that neither his brothers nor friends appear to notice his hurry. he walks up the stairs because dilara always uses the en suite that's connected to her bedroom.
when he hears the door close, he steps into her room for the first time. his eyes take in their surroundings, an array of small picture frames across one of the walls and a long mirror on her closet door with intricate designs. he waits patiently, standing around before taking a deep breath in when he hears the sound of a flush followed by the running of a tap. here goes nothing.
