مهووس بك

chapter 38

                          Sophia_x

When we go out of house.

Mattia trailed a few steps behind, dragging his feet like he’d rather be anywhere but here. His black hoodie was pulled low over his head, and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets. Silent. Brooding. Typical Mattia.

I slowed my pace, falling in line with him. “Hey,” I said, tilting my head to catch his eyes. “What do you think if we go and sit with my friends? You’d love them. They’re super chill.”

He stopped walking, turning to me with a blank look that somehow still felt like an eye-roll.

“No,” he said simply.
“I just want to sit here.”

“Here?” I gestured around us dramatically, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “In the middle of the street? Wow, fun.”

He didn’t reply, just stood there like a statue. The silence stretched for a beat too long, and I sighed, grabbing his wrist without warning.

“Alright, no. We are not just sitting here doing nothing all night,” I declared, tugging him along. “We’re going to my friend Jenny’s house. There’s a party, and she invited us. Trust me, it’ll be better than sulking in the cold.”

“Sophia,” he groaned, trying to pull back.

“Mattia,” I shot back, mimicking his annoyed tone.

“Stop acting like I’m dragging you to your doom. It’ll be fun, I swear. You might even meet someone who doesn’t want to punch you on sight.”

His lips twitched like he was fighting a smirk.

After a moment, he sighed, the sound long and dramatic. “Fine,” he muttered.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” I teased, flashing a victorious grin.

I turned, dragging him toward the garage where his bike was parked.

“Where are we going now?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

“You’ll see.” I opened the garage door, revealing his sleek black bike. “We’re riding this.”

He blinked at me, then shook his head. “No way.”

“Oh, yes way.” I grinned.

His silence was answer enough.

“Hop on,” I said, climbing onto the backseat.

He hesitated for a moment, then let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re lucky I don’t dump you on the side of the road halfway there,” he muttered as he got on, gripping the handlebars.

“Yeah, yeah.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his back.

“Now, let’s go, Mr. Grumpy Pants.”

The bike roared to life, and we sped down the street, the wind whipping against my face. The ride was exhilarating—freedom wrapped in adrenaline.

When we finally pulled up to Jenny’s house, the sound of music and laughter spilled onto the street. I hopped off first, shaking out my hair and smoothing my skirt.

“See?” I said, gesturing to the buzzing house. “Told you it’d be worth it.”

He parked the bike, climbing off with his usual lack of enthusiasm. “Yeah, if getting dragged across town counts as ‘worth it.’”

“Jesus, Mattia,” I snapped, spinning around to glare at him.

“Can you stop being such a buzzkill for, like, five minutes? You agreed to come. At least try to enjoy it.”