If I Knew

New Dreams, New Feelings

Meredith ✿

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15:30 P.M., Home

I arrived home, exhausted from 8 hours of school. My movements are slow and full of heaviness. I already messed up on my first day and I hate myself for that. It's driving me insane.

What if this will ruin my degree, my future?
Everything will go downhill because of this asshole who won't leave me alone.

I slowly jump on my bed, burying myself in my comfortable and fluffy covers. My eyes burn from forcing my tears not to run down my cheeks this whole day. I close my eyes and my mind goes blank. This makes me fall asleep in an instant.
My mom opens my door, checking if I am okay. She slowly backs away when she acknowledges my sleepy state, quietly closing the door of my room, not wanting to wake me up.

I slowly enter my imagination. My presence appearing in a whole different universe that doesn't truly exist.

I appear in a classroom.

My classroom.

There is no one but Mattheo.

Fuck.

Shocked, I don't say anything. For some reason he is half naked, leaving him in his black pants. I analyze his muscular physique, his veins popping out of his big arms that could easily hold my neck and his pleasing abdomen. He's staring like he's going to feast on me.

What did I do to dream about this disgusting scenario tonight?

His hair is completely soaked. He sits in his chair, looking like he's waiting for something.
For someone.

"Finally arrived."
His smirk grows.

He desperately gets up and comes up to me. As he gets near, my heart pumps with a beat so fast and loud, that I feel it from my forehead. My whole body tenses and I feel how my whole body is warming itself. I blush, watching him approach me, waiting to see what he will do.
He's close enough that I can feel his body heat. His perfume.

As he is only inches apart from me, he traces the outline of my lips with his thumb, completely ruining my cherry red lipstick.
Surprisingly, I don't do anything to stop him. If I could, I would have beaten the shit out of him. Something just wouldn't let me do it, and I'm glad it didn't.

Startling me, he harshly grabs me by the hips, lifting me and putting me on his desk.
I look up at him, shock is obviously shown in my eyes.

"W-what are you doing?"

"You know, Mer, ever since I set my eyes on you, I wanted to touch your curves and feel them. I want to taste you. I want to feel you all over me."

I clearly hear his words, and I do not object.

Without thinking, he aggressively begins to push me further on the desk, him on top of me, proceeding to untie my dress.

I gasp, unable to breathe properly.
"Please don-"

"Let me do this. You won't regret it."

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. This feels so real, it's scary.

"Keep denying your feelings for me, Mer, but I know you're wet for me."

As he manages to untie my dress, he tosses it onto the floor, he backs up.