My Works

The Morning After (Mattheo Riddle)

I groaned as the stiff morning light cursed through the blinds, forcing me awake. I rubbed my eyes, probably smearing my makeup everywhere on my face. I didn't have a mirror but I could feel the weight of my eye bags caused by the fact that I hadn't slept so well.
I spent a few minutes in bed, trying to recall the events from the night before. what snapped me back to reality and made me remember was an arm loosely wrapped around my waist. I slowly made my way out of bed, taking the sheets off me and adjusting my clothes — I was wearing my panties and my cheetah-printed t-shirt from the day before.
I looked back at the guy on the bed as I brought my hand to cover my yawn. I didn't know who the guy was but we had apparently spent the night together. I looked around the room just to recognize mattheo's furniture and his unmistakable scent of weed and vodka.
mattheo had thrown a party in his house only inviting his close friends. he and I were close friends, sort of. actually, we had dated for 11 long months but it didn't work out and we broke up. since none of us cheated or anything we decided to stay in touch and to remain friends. mattheo was a nice company after all.
I looked at the clock and noticed that it had stopped — my head hurt and my legs felt numb as I headed towards the exit. I had drunk a lot.
"morning." a grumpy voice spoke. I entered the kitchen just to see two people peacefully sleeping on the couch and one of them was blaise but I didn't know who the other girl was.
"mornin'." I answered as I glanced over the direction where the voice came, and realized it was mattheo.
"slept well?" he asked sipping his coffee. he was leaning against the counter, his hair messy from the weird position he had probably slept in, barefoot and shirtless.
"sure thing." I squinted my eyes as I felt another wave of headache hitting me.
I approached him and made a little jump to sit on the counter next to him. "are we the only ones up?"
"apparently." he lazily responded taking another sip of his morning coffee before setting the cup down and turning his full attention to me.
"have you checked your phone?" he smirked.
his facial expression got me suspecting there was something up. I shook my head and reached for my phone which was previously left on the table in the center of the room. I unlocked it and turned off the airplane mode. oh my god.
+99 messages??

I couldn't get what she meant so I immediately went to check theo's story.