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"morning" matt wanders into hayden's bedroom, like he does every morning as she gets ready, sitting on her chair in the corner

hayden looks at herself in the mirror, clasping all her jewelry, "morning. did my mom see you?"

"nope," he shakes his head, rubbing his eyes

"good," she grins, "she already thinks we're dating."

matt's eyebrows raise, a smile growing on his sleepy face, "seriously? anyways, are we still hanging afterschool?"

oh. about that....

"oh yeah um," hayden runs a hand through her hair, "i cant. i'm supposed to do something."

she feels bad about the vague answer, but she honestly has no idea what chris planned for afterschool.

ew. the fact that she's ditching matt for chris, makes her want to gag. she'd much rather spend time with her best friend.

"oh, okay." matt nods, standing up

"your not mad, are you?"

he shakes his head and the two do their corny little handshake, "'course not. cmon, let's go."

they walk out to the car, nick and chris already waiting for the two. now that nicks back in his regular seat, hayden slides into the backseat next to chris.

"matt," she leans forward, "can we get tacobell, i could fuck up a breakfast burrito rn."

"shit that sounds good," chris adds on

nicks head whips around, "WHAT?! did you just actually agree with her?"

"yeah." he slouches in his seat, "kids acting like i cant want breakfast."

music lulls the background, hayden's phone lighting up in her hand





bozo🤮
can i put my arm around u

baja blasted
ew no
perv

bozo🤮
ok matt does it all the time
not for any personal benefit.
i'm just trying to make it believable

baja blasted
i hate you
die






nonetheless, chris rests his arm around hayden's shoulders, feeling her tense up.

matt catches a glimpse in the middle of ordering, stumbling on his words, "and i um- fuck, and a breakfast crunchwrap please."

he pulls forward, before snapping around in his seat, "okay, what the actual fuck?"

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