Obsessed With You

Chapter 2

                        Mattia

I hear her mother’s voice again, her family is always in the middle of some drama. And her daughter? She’s worse.

I ride my motorcycle and watch as Sophia steps out of her mom’s car. She’s not bad, but she’s not good either.

Nick, my friend, was in love with her once. He was fuckin' crazy about her, but then she cheated on him. She asked him to keep the relationship secret, but it didn’t matter in the end. She broke his heart for no goddamn reason.

Sophia is messy as hell. She acts like an angel, but she’s far from it.

She’s been sending me texts, gifts, and follow requests on Instagram—just like she did with Nick.

When I told him, he just laughed. “That’s exactly what she did with me,” he said.

For a second, I thought maybe I was different. But no, she’s playing the same damn game with me, just like she did with Nick and probably a bunch of other guys.

I pull up at the university.

“Hey,” Nick says.

“Dude, guys who say ‘hey’ are just boys. They’re not real men,” I mutter, shaking my head. "Like, seriously, only babies say 'hey.'"

Sophia walks over, smiling like she didn’t fuck up a whole bunch of lives.

“Hey, Mattia,” she says, as if we’re cool.

“What do you want, Sophia?” I say, barely looking at her.

“I wanna talk,” she says.

“I don’t think we’ve got shit to talk about,” I reply coldly.

“Why are you ignoring me?” she pushes. “I want a fuckin’ answer, Mattia.”

“Sophia, shut the fuck up for a second. Do you even hear yourself? You’ve been playing the victim for so long, and honestly, I didn’t know you were this good at acting,” I say, not holding back.

She looks confused. “What victim? I don’t get it.”

I looked at her, about to tell her what she did to Nick, but then a more important question popped into my mind.

I roll my eyes. “do you think  all the messages, all the damn gifts, the follow requests. You really think sending me shit is gonna make me fall in love with you?”

She interabt me, raising her voice. “Are you insane? I don’t want you to fall in love with me. You are not my type by the way,I just want us to be friends!”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Friends? Really? Why the fuck are you so obsessed with us being friends?”

She hesitates. “I don’t want to explain, okay? Just... think of it as paying back a favor.”

Before I can even process that, Nick walks up, saying, “Yo, Sophia. You’re looking fuckin’ great today.”

I give him a look like, Are you kidding me, bro?

Sophia blinks, still shocked. “Hey, Nick. How are you?”

“I’m good,” Nick says, before adding, “But I’d be better if we were hanging out again.”

Sophia’s jaw drops. “What?”

Nick chuckles, looking all awkward. “I’m just messing with you. Chill.”

Then he turns to me. “We gotta go, Mattia. Class is starting soon.”

Without waiting for me to answer, Nick grabs my arm and pulls me away from her.

As we walk, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s seriously off. Like, how does she cheat on him, and he still talks to her like that? And why have I never seen a single pic or text between them?

None of it makes sense.

Nick once said she wanted to keep their thing low-key, but that just sounds like bullshit. Something’s not adding up, and I think Sophia’s the one holding all the answers.

After a long day at university 
back to my house

I had just returned from university, boredom creeping in like a shadow. After five minutes of staring at the walls, I decided to call GiGi. Just as I hung up, I heard a soft tapping at my window.

GiGi had arrived.

Knowing my mom despised her presence, she'd taken the daring route-climbing the fence and slipping through my window like a mischievous breeze. I watched her enter, the dim light casting a glow on her figure. She wore a daring black lace top that left little to the imagination, paired with a fitted leather skirt that accentuated her curves.

"Hey, you're looking good," she said, her voice dripping with allure as she approached me with a playful sway of her hips. I wasn't focused on my feelings; I just wanted to pass the time.

I smiled, uncertain of what I felt. "Thinking about having a little fun. What do you say?"

"Fun? I know just how to make that happen," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from mine, the air thick with tension.

Without waiting for a response, GiGi pressed her lips against mine. The kiss was teasing at first but quickly ignited into something more passionate. She melted against me, and I instinctively leaned in, craving the distraction.

"What do you think?" she whispered, pulling back slightly, her breath warm against my cheek.

I smiled coolly as I looked into her eyes. "This is my turn."

Then I pounced on her, kissing her fiercely while my hands explored the curves of her body. I could feel the heat radiating from her, but my mind was elsewhere, occupied with other thoughts while I navigated this moment.

GiGi responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck as we lost ourselves in the moment, and I realized I wasn't here to dwell on my feelings.