illicit affairs | matt sturniolo

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matts pov

i left at least a dozen messages, 4 calls and yet she still hasn't answered me. i hurt her yet again. what should've happened was that i should've told that i was talking to lacy again. instead of leading her on like i did. and it's not like i didn't like her again. but i just can't end things with lacy when we were together for so long and i just can't forget that.

i got into the car and drove to her house. i needed to explain and apologize to her about everything.

i knocked on the door to find the one the only conan gray and adi miller. should've expected this one. "is she here?" i asked. "she doesn't want to see you matthew" adi said

"i just want to explain pl-" "listen dude she is hurt she doesn't want to hear from you" conan interrupted me. "guys it's fine, it will take a sec" lexi whispered

"lex let me explained" as i shut the door to her room. "you have 2 minutes" she said. "i never stopped talking to lacy and i should've told you instead of leading you on. but you need to understand is that i never stopped loving but i also never stopped loving her. you were my first everything. and she was with me for a long time" i explained

i saw one single tear streaming down her face but she quickly whipped it before i could see. one thing about lexi is that she never likes it when she cries or when people see her cry.

"i'm sorry" i said. "matt i think you should go now" adi said opening the door to her room. i nodded my head and understood. "call me if you need" i said

"y'a she won't be doing that" conan said signalling me out. as i was walking out i could hear her sobs from outside the door.

lexis pov

one thing about me i don't like to cry. only when i have to i do. the only time i've ever seen myself cry so much is for one guy. matthew sturniolo

because it's always been him for me at least but obviously not for him. i felt my pillow getting soaking wet from all of my tears.

i out he covers of my bed and out my head i tot the pillow and cried and cried and cried.

"hi little sister" my brother carter said. "carter?" i asked. "y'a it's me" he said. "how are you here?" i asked him as he sat on my bed to give me a hug.

"adi called me, said it was urgent and that i should come in early" he said. "do you want to tell me what happened?" and i did. i started from the beginning.

"do you want me to kick his ass again?" he asked making me remind myself when carter punched him the first time he broke up with me.

"carter please don't" i asked him. "ok just cause you said please" and i rolled my eyes. "by the way congrats on the grammys" he said. "i know that was your dream" he said again

"how's football?" i asked him. "good" he smiled. "i'm gonna let you sleep ok? call me if you need" carter said walking out. "cart?" i called out for him. "y'a?" he asked. "thank you"i smiled. "always" he said

i grabbed my notebook from my bedside table and started writing

"Perfect, easy, so good to me, So why's there a pit in my gut in the shape of you?" i sang softly

"Distract myself, say it's somethin' else. Maybe I'm just overwhelmed, maybe I'm confused, Barely sleep when you sleep next to me" i sang again.

i took out my guitar and strummed it a little bit