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M.R. | Forgotten

OKAY I HAD SUCH A BLAST WRITING THIS ONE RHEEHEHERHEHEEHEHEHEEH

this is vengeance for all the girls that are being cheated on in the "him cheating on his girlfriend with you" reacts. i've got your back girlies. it doesn't matter that you don't exist.

warnings; cheating, toxicity, substance abuse, implied sex

You try to keep a straight face, even as you feel your cheeks stinging with heat, a mixture of humiliation and pity, "I just don't understand why you can't seem to care for me."

Your voice is a whisper as you stare at the side of Mattheo's head, cold and aching on the top of the Astronomy tower. His cigarette is a faint glimmer in the dark, the embers dying in a gust of wind, and he relights it with the tap of a finger.

"I want to teach you how to stand up for yourself, sweets." He shrugs, and you feel your frown deepening into deep lines at the nickname. It's not like he can ever call you anything more substantial. "And you won't learn if I keep fighting your battles. You're just gonna have to figure it out; taking care of you because somebody fought you isn't my job."

Your jaw drops, lips parted in a gasp between pain and shock when Mattheo's hands shove the girl away, her body slamming off the cold, stone wall in the courtyard. Fury is written into his features, and his girlfriend; the one you're so immeasurably jealous of; lands a perfect hand on his chest, attempting to push him away as he snarls insult after insult at the poor girl.

"Calm down, Matty, calm down." Her voice rings out, clear and commanding. She manages to keep him back, and you almost burst into tears when he looks at her. One look. One look is all he needs for his body to relax, tension fizzing out from his curled fists before all that's left is a hand on her waist and a puppy-eyed look.

He gives her a smile, tight-lipped yet honest smile, and turns to the girl again, glare returning, "If you ever talk shit about my woman again, you're gonna wish you never learned how to use that dirty tongue in your mouth."

The girl nods quickly, side-stepping along the wall until she's out of range for his sharp insults and bruising hands. She scurries off with her friends, and almost immediately, Mattheo's attention is back on his girlfriend, features the softest you've ever seen. He never looked at you like that. Not when he agreed to date you, not when you shared your first kiss. And certainly not after you asked him for help in confrontations.

You curl up tighter in your alcove, and press your book to your chest, willing yourself to not spill any more tears over him. Clearly, just because you were his girlfriend didn't mean that he would treat you like one. You never knew what he was withholding until he gave it all. Until he gave it all to her.

"You shouldn't fight my battles for me." She whispers to him, fingers creeping up along the buttons of his shirt, walking along. "I can defend myself."

"I'm your boyfriend. It's my job to fight for you." His voice rumbles low, soft like oozing honey as he kisses her on the corner of her mouth.

You distinctly hear the clinks of your cracking heart.

"Where the fuck were you, Matty?" You hiss, hand fisted in the material of his shirt. He smells of alcohol and weed, hair messed up into an explosion of curls. "You just disappeared during the party."