Obsessed With You

chapter 26

Sophia

I stepped out of the dressing room, adjusting my hair as I spotted Mike waiting by the door. He raised an eyebrow, more curious than upset, though I could sense he wasn’t thrilled.

“So... what’s going on? Why did it take so long?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

I let out a small sigh, giving him a slight shrug. “Sorry, he was injured, and I was just helping him.”

Mike’s eyes searched mine, like he was still unsure. “Uh-huh... are you two in a relationship or something?”

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “No.”

Before he could say anything else, Mattia stepped out of the room, not even sparing Mike a glance. His eyes were only on me, like Mike didn’t even exist. “Sophia, are we going or what? I need to get this wound checked,” he said, his voice firm but casual, completely ignoring the fact that Mike was standing right there.

Mike's expression wavered for a second, as if he realized Mattia couldn’t care less about his presence. I gave him a small, reassuring look,I hugged him again and told him I would call him.  but it was clear Mattia wasn’t going to acknowledge him at all.

We arrived at the clinic, and I sat next to Mattia as the doctor started examining his wound. She was tall, with long, black hair that fell neatly over her shoulders. Despite being around 24 years old, she looked younger than Mattia.

I kept watching her, trying to understand her reaction. She carefully unwrapped the bandage, her eyes widening as she saw the injury.

“Who did this to you?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Mattia didn’t flinch. He glanced at me for a moment before answering calmly, “Someone.”

The doctor unwrapped Mattia’s bandage, her fingers brushing his skin as she examined the injury. Her touch lingered a little longer than necessary, her eyes flicking up to meet his. There was a smirk on her lips as she leaned in closer, her voice softer than before. "This really isn’t cleaned properly. You’ve gotta take better care of yourself. Wouldn’t want someone as good-looking as you getting worse."

I stood up, feeling the tension in the air rise. "Is he gonna die or something?" I blurted out, trying to break the awkwardness.

Mattia laughed under his breath, and I couldn’t help but chuckle too. But the doctor’s attention was still on him, her fingers brushing over his arm again as she adjusted the bandage. “Die? Oh, no. Guys like him don’t die easily... they’re too fucking irresistible for that.”

Mattia raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her attention. “Irresistible, huh?” he said, his voice low and amused.

She giggled, and I caught her biting her lip as she wrapped the bandage around his wound. “Oh, absolutely. Someone with a face like yours? You could get away with anything. Honestly, I’d bandage you up anytime.” Her fingers grazed his skin a little longer than necessary before she stepped back.

The laugh between Mattia and me faded as I felt a knot twist in my stomach. Mattia caught my eye, and his smirk widened. It was clear—he was loving this. His eyes said it all: See? I’m still that guy.

The doctor finished cleaning Mattia’s wound, her fingers lingering a little too long as she carefully wrapped it. She stepped closer, her eyes softening as she took a step toward him, clearly wanting to say something. But before she could, Mattia gently but firmly pushed her away.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between her and me, his jaw tightening. Then, he took a deep breath and, without any hesitation, spoke clearly, his voice calm but serious. "Look, I’m sorry, but I think I’m into someone else. And this feels like... I don’t know, like I’m betraying her if I keep letting this happen."

The words hung in the air, and I saw the doctor’s face freeze, the flirtation draining from her expression, replaced with a sharp flash of frustration. Mattia stepped back a little, his eyes now focused on me as he turned away from her. He looked at me for a second, then said, his voice quieter but firm, "Let’s go."

Without waiting for her response, he walked toward the door. I followed him, not saying a word. Behind us, the doctor stood still, her lips tight, clearly pissed off. I could feel her anger radiating from where I stood, but Mattia didn’t even glance back, his steps steady and sure.

As we walked away, I couldn’t stop thinking,

We were walking down the hallway, the silence between us stretching too long. My thoughts were racing, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know.

"Who is it, Mattia?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, but it felt like it echoed in the quiet space. "Who are you into?"

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing, the anger flickering in them like a spark ready to ignite. For a second, I thought he might just ignore me, or maybe snap.

"Are you fucking stupid, or do you just not see it?" he shot back, his voice low but seething with irritation.

I froze, taken aback by the sharpness of his words. The way he looked at me, his gaze cold, made my stomach twist.

stepping closer, his jaw clenched. "Do you honestly not get it? I’m fucking talking about you, Sophia." His words hit me like a slap, leaving me speechless.

He turned away quickly, his tone softening slightly as he muttered, "Goddammit, sometimes you really make this harder than it needs to be."

I just stood there, frozen, the weight of his words hanging in the air. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a mix of confusion, surprise, and something I didn’t quite want to admit.

We stood there in the hallway, the tension thick between us. My mind was spinning, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I said, my voice rising with frustration. "We’ve been friends for, what, seven days? Seven days! How the hell can you even say you love me?"

Mattia’s eyes flared with something dangerous, a fire in them that made me take a step back. He exhaled sharply, his fists clenching at his sides. "Sophia, shut the fuck up," he said, his voice tight with anger. "I’ve loved you for three fucking years."

The words hit me like a freight train. Three years? I stared at him, my mouth going dry. "What the hell are you talking about?" I whispered, my voice shaky, trying to wrap my head around it.

"I’ve been in love with you for three years, Sophia," he repeated, his gaze hardening, like he was daring me to challenge him. "I just... I didn’t know how to fucking say it."

My heart skipped a beat, the world feeling like it was spinning too fast. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was insane. But I couldn’t. His words hung in the air, making everything else seem so damn irrelevant.

"You’re insane," I finally managed to mutter, my chest tight with something I couldn’t name.

Mattia didn’t respond right away. Instead, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. But there was something in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore—something that made my breath catch in my throat.

"You think I’m crazy?" he said, his voice softer now, almost like a challenge. "You have no idea how crazy I am about you."