I Hate Him. {Gustholomule}

Chapter 23

SUPER LONG CHAPTER WARNING!! 2729 words! (for reference an average chapter is 900 words.)

another thing, this chapter is kind of just a self insert chapter because I lowkey forgot how to write but I was like... wait I see a vision but it  turned out shitty.. so you have been warned now.

A VERY SMALL AMOUNT OF FLUFF AT THE END YIPPEE!!

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Matt's P.O.V

I pulled my team jacket over my uniform before exiting my room with a sigh. I heard faint voices coming from downstairs. Of course, because that's all I want to do right now, socialize.

I entered the main hallway, looking into the kitchen for a brief second, spotting Steve and Gus. I noticed that Gus was looking intently back at me.

Everything rushed back all at once.

Brias actions.

My dad.

Willows words.

The Bathtub.

Gus.

The blood on the sink.

Bria.

Gus.

My dad.

Willow.

Gus.

I can't fucking deal with this right now. Just go to practice then you'll talk. You're not in the right headspace right now. Just go. Fuck.

I gave him a slight frown before continuing my way out of the house. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel bad for leaving him alone right now, but I honestly can't deal with that right now. I'd rather explain the situation later than hurt him now.

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I entered the change room around 15 minutes before practice started. Jerbo hadn't arrived yet, so I sat on one of the benches and grabbed a orange lollipop from the bottom of my bag before plopping it into my mouth. I grabbed my scroll out of my pocket to check to see if anyone had messaged me.

Steve - 1

Gus - 2

Amity - 2

Huh. Should I open them?

Nah.

I couldn't care less. Let them wait.

I closed the scroll before grabbing my water and leaving the room. I entered the field to see Boscha, Amelia and Skara congregating in the middle of the field, with coach sitting in the bleachers. I really don't want to talk to any of them. I started pacing back and fourth across the edge of the field as I waited for the practice to start, glancing around periodically.

My thoughts were bouncing back and fourth in my head as I walked. I just got more pissed off the more I thought. Why do I have to have a brain? Why am I even mad in the first place?

I caught a glimpse of Jerbo in the corner of my eye and a huge wave of guilt consumed me, I don't even know why. Shit. Now why the fuck did I do that? Gus probably hates me for not answering him and for plain out ignoring him earlier. Fuck, I'm such a shitty person, why would I let my own selfish emotions get in the way of putting my boyfriend first? I gotta fix this fast. Shit. He's going to leave me if I don't fix this right now.

He can't leave me.

I sprinted back to the changing rooms, starting to hyperventilate. Practically falling through the door and jumping for my scroll. Jerbo looked at me like I was physco as I hurriedly entered my password as if it was my lifeline. Probably because it was.