𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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I went well enough for a week. Everything was fine at home because I didn't talk to Matt unless I had to, things were fine with the team because they stopped picking on me for some reason, we're not friends and never will be but it's something. And nothing was actually right for Luke, because even though I texted him several times, he never responded to any of them. I actually feel like I miss him, I want to see him, but ever since I broke up with Luke and moved back to Matt's house, there's a weird feeling of guilt creeping up on me.

Ever since this feeling pierced my soul like a small splinter, I focused on my studies to turn my restlessness into creativity. I believe that working takes my mind off everything. But it's hard like this, tonight Camilla came to our house to see Matt.

It was 2am, I had fallen asleep at my desk and had a bad pee problem. As much as I hated doing it, I had to walk past Matt's room to go to the bathroom. Camilla didn't have a bad voice compared to the other cheerleaders on campus, and she didn't make mechanical doll-like moans during sex, so thank you Camilla.

However, I thought I would hear a little moaning noise or something like that from behind the door, so I tiptoed towards the bathroom, slammed the door, and peed. I hope Matt doesn't catch me sneaking around while his girlfriend is home, I don't want to find myself in the middle of another fight with him.

But it was only when I walked out to go back to my own room that I could hear a small whining noise coming from Matt's room. "I don't understand what's been going on with you lately," Camilla breathed, "Why do I feel like you're avoiding fucking me?"

I slowly put my hand on my chest, wait, Matt? Did he avoid fucking any women? Impossible.

Then I heard Matt protest softly, "You're exaggerating, Cami, I drank too much tonight."

"That's what I'm talking about!" This time came a loud scream, "Why do you always get drunk? There's something going on in your head and I can't find out what!"

I didn't want to eavesdrop like a little mouse in the dark, but curiosity got the better of me. What was going on? But more than that, do I care about all this? What do I care about Matt's relationship?

"Nothing..." A weak, almost cowardly voice came out of Matt.

"Is that why you can't even lift your dick?"

Jesus.

"You're crossing the line." Matt's voice was harsher than I expected, "If all you care about is getting fucked, you can go to the other guys on the team who are over you."

I leaned against the wall and put my hand over my mouth. But after a few seconds I thought Camilla might come out, so I quickly moved into the corner so that the shadows could hide me perfectly. Camilla screamed loudly, "Maybe it's not me you want, is there someone else?"

"Shut up Cami!" A huge commotion broke out and I had to call it Matt scattering something on his bedroom floor. "There's a lot going on in my life, with the team and my family, but all you care about is my dick?"

The door opened very quickly. An ambitious, wild, disheveled Camilla hurried out and fortunately did not see me. When I heard her slam the street door angrily, I looked back and came out of my hiding place, and at that moment I hit something so hard that I almost felt dizzy.

"Were you listening to us?"

Damn, damn...

Dressed in a bare upper body and thin sweatpants, Matt came at me without mercy. His face was hard as a rock, I don't know if it was a remnant of the fight from earlier, but either way he looked very angry. He kept coming at me until he pinned me against the wall, "How much did you hear?" he asked, frowning.